death incarnate & night triumphant
Those damned fingers of hers were going to be the death of him. He can feel her slender hand trail down the muscles of his stomach, sliding into the waistband of his pants, Andras all but growling into her neck as she does. Pinning her body beneath him, including her hand, he continues his trail of nips and licks down her neck, her shoulder. And when she tilts her head to the side, giving her more access, he bites her, not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to hold her in place. The soft sounds she makes only encourages him further, asking her what she wants. He was certain of her answer and yet, there was relief flooding through him as she tells him that she wanted him that she said yes. Sucking in a ragged breath, he kisses her fiercely again, his hardness grounding into her belly. Her scent warps, taking on that of desire and lust, Andras practically bathing in it as he rests his forehead against hers, panting heavily. He leans back, glancing down at her, searching for any doubt, any uncertainty and finding... none.
He warns her that he doesn't think he can stop and he's shocked to see the sultriness in her features, hear the huskiness in her voice as she outright purrs at him. Her words, her voice, it completely unravels him as his hands finally reach out and grab her. A massive hand planting on her hip, fingers digging in hard as he yanks her forward, the other hand wraps in her blonde curls at the base of her neck as he all but lifts her up, crushing his lips against hers. He could not get enough as he ravages her lips, tongue battling for dominance as he drags her away from the wall. He's vaguely aware of the suit jacket slipping from her shoulders, pooling at the ground around their feet as he continues to drag her into the center of the alley, lips hardly breaking from hers. Massive wings flare behind him as he finally breaks that soul wrenching kiss, dropping the hand from the base of her neck to her other waist. He grabs both hips now, hauling her up his body, making her wrap her legs around his waist. Sliding his hands down to cup her under her thighs, he stares up at her, blonde curls falling in his face, "Hang on," he growls at her, his lips capturing hers once more as those wings flare wide and he shoots into the sky.
He holds Lani to him tightly, breaking the kiss once they are airborne. She's entirely distracting though, the feel of her soft skin pressed against his body as he attempts to focus on where they are going. He shoots across the night sky, as fast as this position would allow him, the couple hardly noticeable in the blackness. He's landing on his doorstep a moment later, though instead of letting the woman out of his arms he lifts his face to hers again, capturing her lips as he steps forward, allowing a hand to slip from her thigh and into his pocket. Breaking the kiss with a curse, "My keys were in my suit jacket," he snarls in annoyance, that same hand repositioning itself under her thigh. Panting, he looks up at her, "I'm going to need to go buy a new door tomorrow," he says, just as he leans back, snapping a leg forward and quite literally, kicks down the door. It slams open, the trim snapping from the inside, wood scattering as the door hangs barely from the hinges. Hauling them inside, he hooks the door with a foot and kicks it back, closing it as much as possible but it doesn't latch.
Andras hardly cares in that moment, as he moves across the wrecked dining room and towards the stairs. He doesn't give Lani a moment, pressing his lips against hers and demanding for her to open for him as he starts climbing the stares. The sound of crashing artwork fills the silence, Andras laughing wickedly against her mouth as he tucks in his wings, hardly realizing he had been dragging one across the wall, knocking every mounted item to the ground. He bounds the last few steps up the second landing, before he's pushing into the bedroom. So, so gently, he lowers her to the ground, his fingers trailing up the black gown, to rest on the side of her face, he watches her, so fiercely, eyes so glazed over with lust, his words are guttural, "Turn around." His voice is unrecognizable, and as Lani turns, he leans forward, planting a kiss on her bare shoulder before deft fingers find the hidden zipper. Slowly he tugs on it, his lips traveling to her ear, "I've spent years dreaming about this night, what I want to do to you," he whispers in her ear, nipping at her lobe gently, "You're not leaving my bed until Monday," he tells her, his fingers stopping, not quite finished unzipping her dress as a thought pops into his head.
"I want you to call Ellie and tell her you're spending the weekend with me, I don't want any interruptions," he says sensually, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his lip as he slips a hand into her purse, retrieving the phone and pushing it into her hands. Taking a step away and around her, he's careful to avoid knocking his wings into her as he stalks towards the bed, sitting down on the edge. Andras stares at her intently, curling two fingers at her, beckoning her to move towards him. The man spreads his legs, making room for her as she steps between them, hands wrapping around her to tug her closer, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh of the back of her thighs. Dark gaze looking up, he tilts his head, the wicked smile still etched into his lips. "Call. Ellie." He repeats, annunciating each word.
Andras Steinhello darling