Ashlandil

I leaned back in the chair, gazing at her.
We'd been talking for two hours now, but she didn't seem content with anything I'd told her.
She didn't seem to believe that I was really a fallen angel who had known her in a past life, that I had fallen from heaven and that my kind were the monsters in her fairy tales.
She thought I was messing with her.
"I'm not lying, Ginny," I sighed, propping my chin on my hand. "It's the truth. In fact, you're the reason I fell. I was in love with you, I thought, and wanted to be with you, but your father had engaged you to another."
"This isn't a game, Ashley!" she snapped at me, rising to her feet in aggravation and stalking angrily away from me. "Stop messing with me! I'm not as stupid as every one thinks I am!"
"I don't think you're stupid,"I sighed, shaking my head. "And I knew you wouldn't believe me. I should have just enamored you in the beginning and saved myself all this grief."
Except for the fact I couldnt' enamor her anymore.
"Grief?" she scoffed, stopping her pacing long enough to turn and look at me. "Sorry if I'm annoying you!"
"The only thing annoying me is the fact that I've told you the truth multiple times, why you feel the way you do about me, why you can't stay away from me --- you're just choosing not to believe me."
She was human, though, her brain was programmed not to believe me.
I was staying calm, I knew this would be how she reacted.
I had never hoped she would believe me.
She looked at me in frustration, and I slowly rose to my feet, shaking my head.
This was pointless. .
"I'm leaving, and it would be in your best interest if you didn't follow me anymore, okay? It's best if we just, just go our separate ways."
"What?" She stared at her, her eyes widening. "I, no."
"No?" I raised my brows at her as I reached for my duffel where I'd dropped it on the ground. I lifted the straps up over my shoulder, starting for the door.
"No!" She stepped in front of me, in front of the door, barring my passage. "I'm not going to let you leave me!"
"Why not?" I challenged her, my eyes lingering on the pendant that hung around her neck. "Why can't I leave you? You think I'm crazy anyway."
"I --- I don’t know," her brows furrowed. "I feel.... I feel like I'm going crazy..."
I hesitated, seeing the stress in her pretty brown eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"I don’t know you," she burst, frustrated as she looked up at me. "But I feel like I've known you all my life. I dont chase after people like this, make a nuisance of myself but ---- but I can't stay away from you! I can't leave you alone, I can't stop thinking about you --- I'm getting married!" She practically whimpered, shaking her head. "I'm getting married and I can't stop thinking about another man I barely know!"
Motherfucker.
"Ginny, I'm so sorry," I lifted a hand to cup her cheek, and her eyes closed as she leaned into my grasp. "I'm... this is all my fault. I never should have... I never..."
"Don't say that," she murmured, raising her eyes up to mine. "Please. As pathetic as this sounds," she looked down, embarrassed, "if you hadn't come here, I... I never would have f-felt this way and... and..."
I tilted her face up, my fingers under her chin, and gave her a sad smile.
"I know, love, I know. You don’t love your Harry, do you?"
She shook her head slowly.
"Then don’t marry him. Find someone you care about, or just leave and find yourself something that makes you happy. You don’t need anyone in your life you don’t want."
"But, my family..."
"Fuck your family," I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Are they making you happy? No. Who cares what they think? Leave this godforsaken town and find yourself somewhere you can be happy, somewhere you can go and not feel pressured to follow traditions or marry someone you don’t love. You can live without them. All of them."
"You say that like... like that's what you’ve done..." Her voice trembled, and I shrugged, dropping my hand from her face.
"You could say that. I left my home behind for a new one, knowing I could never go back."
"And are you happy?"
"Sometimes," I said after a moment. "Not always, but sometimes. And it's worth it. All of it is worth it just for those few moments of happiness," I murmured, thinking of Kenali.
All of the pain I'd suffered, it had been worth it just for those few happy months with her.
I started to ache.
Geneva was my first love, but Kenali.... it was a different love I had with her.
A need that I didn’t understand.
"Ashley?"
I looked down at Geneva, her brown eyes meeting mine.
"Are you going to leave?" She asked after a moment, and I nodded.
"Yes."
"Do you... do you have too?"
I nodded again.
I couldnt stay here and ruin her life again, even if she didn’t remember it.
She frowned up at me, and then took a deep breath, which made me tense warily.
Every time she did that, she ---.
"Don't leave!" She burst, taking a step closer to me. "Don’t leave."
"I have too," I murmured, her sweet scent wafting over me, intoxicating. "I can't... stay here with..."
"I don’t want you to leave," she whispered, inches away from me, her hands twisting nervously. "I can't stand the thought of it."
"You'll be happier without me."
"You don’t know what makes me happy," she muttered, her face briefly irritated. "You don’t know me."
I knew her more then she knew herself.
I didn’t say anything, just watched her warily, as if she was some kind of wild animal and I was her prey.
I couldnt take much more guilt from this world.
Was this some kind of sick joke God had crafted, making her so available yet still so untouchable all over again?
Because he should know I failed all the tests he gave me.
"Why did you come here if you were just going to leave me with more questions then answers?" She asked me, refusing to let me step around her or get to the door. "What do you want from me, Ashley?"
I fought with myself a minute, feeling myself lean toward her, just wanting to take her innocence away and drown in, wanting to kiss her soft lips, wanting too, too --- to make her mine.
"Everything," I whispered after a second, my duffle abruptly dropping off my shoulder as I reached for her, clasping her face between my warm hands. "I want everything from you, Geneva."
I crushed my lips against hers, feeling hunger spread from my torso and throughout my entire body as I pushed her back against the door, her hands pressing against my chest as I forced her lips open, my tongue conquering hers quickly.
She made a small sound in the back of her throat, pressing closer to me, and I was merciless as I kissed her, showing her exactly how forceful I could be and what I meant to do with her.
Instead of her running away from me and keeping her innocence intact, she pressed her chest against mine, her arms wrapping around my shoulders eagerly, her kisses inexperienced and so much sweeter for it.
My hands drifted down her waist to her hips, pulling them against mine, letting her feel how much I was wanting her.
She gasped, and I plunged my tongue back into her mouth, slipping my hands under her plain t shirt, feeling her shiver.
I tore my lips from hers abruptly, fighting the hunger running through my veins.
I did want her, I did, but my sin was about to kick in, make me take her for mine whether she wanted it or not. She would feel pleasured, of course, but it wouldn’t be immediately consensual, and I would never do that.
Not again.
I stroked her hair, trying to catch my breath as I calmed my body, staring into her startled eyes.
"You should go," I murmured after a moment, "before I take away your white wedding, love. Because I will, and I won't be gentle."
She stiffened slightly beneath me, but then her grip was tightening on me, refusing to let my pull away from her.
"I don't want a white wedding," she said after a moment, her cheeks tinging. "I don’t want to get married. I want you, and I want you now, and --- and ---."
She broke off, looking humiliated as she looked away.
I could tell she was feeling self-conscious, her self-esteem almost nonexistant.
"Don’t you feel bad about yourself," I whispered, pressing soft kisses to her neck. "You're stunning, and beautiful, and perfect."
"No, I'm not, and I know that," she murmured, her eyes closing as I pulled her body against mine again, able to smell her arousal, her fingers clenching against my shirt as my hands roved down her back.
I cupped her ass, squeezing, and she pressed closer to me, biting her lip.
"Run while you can, little sweet," I whispered in her ear, "because you don’t have long before you won't have a choice."
I felt her hesitate, and she pulled away from me a little, her eyes resolved if not a little timid.
"I'm not leaving," she whispered, and then kissed me, her lips parting immediately.
I kissed her again, passionately, and abruptly lifted her up in my arms.
Fuck it, why should I show restraint if this is what she wanted too?
She gasped, her arms clenching around my neck in panic as I carried her easily to the bed, laying her down across It, crawling between her thighs.
She'd never let another man touch her like this, and I didn’t want to hurt her, either.
I just hoped she didn’t hate me for this.
I pressed soft kisses against her neck, nipping gently at her tender skin, my hands slowly slipping beneath her shirt again, drawing it over her head and tossing it away.
I could sense what she wanted, how insecure she was, and I wanted to make her feel better about herself.
I wanted her to feel as beautiful as she was.
I caught her lips again, catching her hands and drawing them beneath my shirt, letting her explore my chest.
My muscles trembled eagerly at her soft touch, her hands growing less uncertain as she finally pulled my shirt off me, blinking slightly as she glanced at my chest, and then she flushed.
"What is it?" I murmured, curling my fingers through her tangled hair.
"You're so... buff," she muttered after a moment, drawing her fingers across my Outlaw tattoo. "it's like you're not even real."
I chuckled slightly at the comment, dipping down to kiss her, bracing myself on my elbows above her.
I let my hand slowly glide up her stomach and to the front clasp of her bra, quickly flicking it open.
She hesitated kissing me, and I pulled her up slightly so I could get rid of the obstacle, freeing her breasts.
I cupped them greedily in my hands, continuing to kiss her, keeping her attention diverted as I taught her with my tongue.
She gave a small moan, flushing, and I kissed her harder, squeezing her breasts as I molded them, pressing my hips more against hers.
God i wanted her so badly.
But I wanted to take it slow, I didn’t want to hurt her.
I cared too much for that.
I caught a hand again where it roamed my ribs, and I brought it down between us, forcing it against my jeans.
She sucked in a breath as she felt how hard I was, and she had no idea how much I was throbbing for her.
"I want you," I whispered against her lips, my eyes meeting hers. "Badly."
"Then take me," she murmured. "Please."
I felt my chest tighten.
I would.
I crushed my lips against hers as I lifted my torso off hers, my fingers flying down to the button on her jeans. I popped it open, and then forced her hips off the bed where I could jerk them down her thighs and then quickly off, relieved she didn’t wear skinny jeans like someone else I knew.
I fumbled hastily out of my jeans, so eager I could barely get them off. I half-heard them fall into the floor as I pressed into her again, forcing her thighs wider to accept me between them.
I kissed her hungrily, dominating her, and I felt her trepidation as my fingers trailed down her chest to the hem of her panties.
She was becoming nervous, tense, and that would only make it more uncomfortable for her.
"Relax," I whispered, kissing my way down her cheek and jaw to her shoulder, "I won't hurt you, love."
"It's just, I mean, I've never..." She trailed off, embarrassed again.
"I'll be easy," I murmured, slowly slipping my hand beneath the pale pink material, easily finding her folds.
She tensed again, unsure, but she was wet, so at least I knew she wanted me.
I continued to kiss her skin softly, gently stroking her folds until I felt her thighs unclench a little.
"Relax," I breathed in her ear as I tugged on her lobe with my teeth, and I slipped one finger inside her, her taut muscles clenching at the invasion immediately.
I continued to kiss her throat, suckling, my fangs lightly grazing her skin as my sin flushed my skin, her scent strong and making me start to falter in my control.
I just wanted to take her now, not be easy.
I wanted to ravage her.
But I would hurt her like that, and she didn’t deserve anymore pain.
She gave a soft gasp in my ear, her nails digging into my shoulders as I upped my pace inside her, her hips starting to shift.
I gently let another finger join the first, and she swallowed, trying to be quiet and not embarrass herself any further, but I wanted her loud.
So I roughly pushed them forward together inside her tight space, and she gave a surprised moan, flushing immediately.
"Make as much noise as you want," I groaned softly in her ear. "Don’t hold back, love. Enjoy yourself."
I needed her to enjoy herself.
I kept pumping my fingers, feeling the dampness grow as she became more and more turned on, her breasts rubbing against mine and driving me crazy.
I groaned again as I felt her clench, and I inserted a third finger, needing her to stretch more, and she squirmed her hips helplessly, pleasure curling through her stomach.
I had never been so grateful for my sin; it pleased me to no end to know I was pleasuring her, making her feel good, and I kissed her, keeping my fingers pumping evenly, finally finding her g spot and making her arch her hips abruptly, moaning loudly against my mouth, her nails digging into my biceps as I leaned over her.
God, I couldn’t take much more, and from her trembling muscles, she couldn’t either.
"It'll only hurt for a moment," I whispered in her ear as I continued pumping my fingers, and I doubt she heard me, her eyes closed as the unfamiliar pleasure rocked her body.
I quickly tugged her panties off, discarding them and my boxers with them.
I slipped my fingers out of her, a whine of denial instantly coming from her lips as she opened her eyes, the brown orbs filled with lust and nervousness as she realized what was to come.
I shifted her hips and braced myself over her, curling her thighs up to mine.
I kissed her quickly as I guided myself to her entrance, slowly forcing her wider to accept me.
She was tensing up again, and it only be worse for her, that was the phrase that kept running through my mind, so I paused my invasion, reaching down between us and rubbing her clit, and within a minute I had her moaning again.
She had to relax, I didn’t want her first time to hurt as badly as I knew it did for some women.
I waited patiently, waiting until she was a throbbing mess beneath me before I made another move.
I thrusted all the way inside.
She gave a cry against my lips as I took away her innocence, and she rose halfway off the bed. I pressed her back down, quickly moving my hips, thrusting deeply again, over and over, keeping her body against mine so she felt everything.
After a few minutes, the pain started to go away from her, and she whimpered, clinging to me, keeping me pressed against her.
I nuzzled her throat, slipping my fingers in hers, they clenching immediately as I kept up my pace.
I sunk deeper between her thighs, letting her take all of me inside of her, and she moaned, starting to move her hips slightly to meet mine, and I groaned at the movement, feeling myself throb.
Jesus.
She was beyond tight.
Every movement I made I was being squeezed, her muscles clenching around me every thrust, and at this rate I was going to cum before she did.
I caught her knees over my forearms, forcing them up to give me another angle, and she gave a strangled cry at the new position, her nails tearing through my skin as I found her g spot again, hitting it over and over.
I glanced back at my shoulder, seeing the steam rise off my skin where she'd drawn blood.
Huh.
I groaned as her hips shifted to meet mine, dragging me down deeper, and I pressed close to her again, kissing her frantically, forcing her thighs to move with me, only making her more sore.
She kissed me back desperately, and I knew she was close to orgasm again, even if she didn’t understand it, the pleasure growing in her womb and throughout the rest of her body.
I could feel it at the base of my shaft, growing stronger and stronger, and god if I didn’t cum soon I was going to implode.
Geneva writhed under me helplessly, moaning loudly and shamelessly now.
That was a good girl.
I rammed into her a little harder then I'd meant too, and she whimpered, her thighs trying to clench but forced open by our position.
I kept up the pace regardless, needing it, needing her to peak --- and it was what she was wanting, a harsher pace, and her pleasure escalated almost immediately, her back arching with a half-scream as she abruptly came.
"oh, fuck!" I gasped, sinking myself deep inside her, her muscles milking me as I came so hard I saw stars, her thighs clenching against my hips as I moved my arms, kissing her so hard our teeth were clashing.
I shuddered, spilling myself inside her, feeling the relief shuddering through my body.
I pressed my forehead against hers, gasping, and she lay lax under me, trying to recover her breath as well.
"Are you okay?" I asked after a moment, feeling guilty at losing some of my control.
"Yes," she whispered, opening her eyes after a moment, and I relaxed when I didn’t see regret in them.
She raised a hand, stroking my face, marveling almost.
I kissed her deeply, knowing her lips had to be sore, among other things.
"Lay still," I murmured, and slowly pulled myself out of her, glancing down to see blood staining our thighs and the sheets below us, not to mention my see ---- MOTHERFUCKER!
I froze immediately in horror.
MOTHER FUCKING FUCK FUCK.
"What is it?" She asked after a second, startled by my expression as I hissed angrily at myself.
I clenched my jaw.
Stupid.
"Nothing," I murmured after a moment, not wanting to worry her over it.
I hadn't used a condom, and I'd cum inside.
I hadnt even thought about it.
What if I got her pregnant over this little tryst?
I berated myself all the way to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to help with
the mess.
"Ashley?" She asked uncertainly, and I could see it on her face; she thought I was regretting being with her.
I leaned over her quickly where she was sitting up, cupping her face and kissing her deeply, not wanting her to think that.
"What's wrong?" She mumbled, but then was distracted, wincing in pain as I ran the washcloth over her thighs and core, removing the blood and cum I'd left behind.
"I'm sorry," I grimaced, not wanting to hurt her.
"How long is it supposed to hurt like this?" She muttered, flinching until I was done.
"You'll only be sore a couple days, at best."
"A couple days?" She gasped, flushing, and I shrugged, tossing the washcloth into the bathroom and cleaning myself up hastily as well.
I heard shuffling, and glanced back, seeing her slipping off the edge of the bed and hastily reaching for her t shirt, though it wouldn’t cover her thighs.
"Grab one of mine," I called to her. "In my duffel."
She hesitated, then did as told, quickly grabbing one of my shirts and holding it up with a dubious look, as if she thought it would fit. She pulled it on regardless, and it fell around her thighs, though tight around her chest.
I definitely didn’t mind that.
She stood uncertainly, glancing back at the bed; I'd taken her over the sheets, across the bed instead of lengthwise, so the blood stain was towards the bottom instead.
I hoped she didn’t regret It.
I stepped out of the bathroom, and her eyes flicked to me instantly, down my naked body and then away, blushing.
God she was so innocent.
Well, not as much now, I suppose.
"Come here," I murmured, beckoning her with my hand, and she only hesitated a second before walking toward me, her face wrinkled.
I curled her body against mine when she was close enough, cupping her chin and kissing her.
I didnt want her to think I regretted one second of that.
Especially if I had gotten her pregnant, which I was really hoping that I hadn't.
She didnt smell of It, anyway.
All she smelled of was my scent and sex.
And i didn’t want to let her go.
I didnt want her to go back to her fiance and her old life, I wanted her to run away with me and us just get out of her here, start a completely new life together.
And I don’t see why we couldn't.
"Run away with me," I whispered after a moment, and I felt her still in my arms.
"Run away?" She raised her eyes hesitantly to mine.
I nodded, cupping her face between mine. "Yes. Run away with me. let's just leave this place right now, get on a bus, or a plane --- just get out of here. We can go wherever you want."
"What-what about your band?" She looked startled.
"Fuck the band," I muttered, shaking my head. "I don’t care about It. let's just go," I begged her, clasping her hands tightly. "Just right now. We can go anywhere, do whatever we want."
"What? But --- my family, and, and what about Kenna?"
Why did she have to say that?
I chest tightened painfully.
Kenali.
"What about her?" I muttered, disgruntled.
"You can't just... just leave her." She murmured, frowning at my chest. "She... I mean, I..."
"She doesn’t love me," I spoke after a moment, her eyes flicking back to my face. "She doesn’t want to be with me. And the band will take care of her, they always do. Andy will."
When he left Kennedi, of course.
"She's with Andy, isn't she?"
"Yeah." In a way.
Geneva bit her lip, then cupped my face, rising on her toes to kiss me, hesitantly nipping at my lip.
I grinned; she was learning quickly.
"Okay," she said after a moment. "I'll, I'll leave with you."
"Really?" I gasped, feeling myself brighten.
She nodded, though she still looked uncertain.
"I'll have to get some things sorted, first," she said after a moment. "But, just give me tomorrow, okay? And then I'll... i'll meet you back here tomorrow night, and we can just, just leave."
She almost looked relieved.
I nodded, and kissed her again, feeling the painful feeling in my chest start to dissipate.
"Ashley."
"Hmm?"
I just wanted to kiss her, bed her again, not listen to her talk. I pulled her supple body against mine, slipping my hands under my shirt as it draped her body, but she pulled her lips away from mine, rising a hand to my chest.
"Wait."
I paused with a sigh, looking down at her.
"I just... Ashley, if I go with you, you can't just leave me somewhere," she said after a moment, her lips trembling. "I'm not... I won't be able to come back here."
"I know that," I murmured, raising my thumb to caress her cheek. "I would never leave you. I will always be at your side, I will always take care of you, of that I swear on my life. I will never let harm come to you," I whispered, gazing into her eyes. "I will protect you until my bones are ash."
Her eyes softened, and her hands rose into my hair, stroking and curling it around her fingers soothingly.
"And I won't leave you for anyone else, as long as you want me," she whispered, her voice small and tight with emotion I hoped was positive. "I would never be able to do that, especially not someone who was your friend. I could never do something so... so cruel." She bit her lip, and I tried not to think about Kenali.
She would never forgive me for leaving.
But this wasn’t about her.
This was about Geneva, about how I could be with her, finally have a small amount of years with her.
Kenali wanted it with Andy, she knew I wanted it with Geneva.
She had to give me this.
"Stay with me tonight," I murmured, unable to look away from her. "Let me pleasure you."
She blinked. "Ashley, I can’t stay all night, I --- oh," she gasped, leaning against me as I slipped my fingers inside her carefully, immediately initiating her lust.
She didnt understand.
I hadnt slept with anyone in months, not since... her... and I was hungry. I needed more than just that once, I needed her aura to be so overflowing with sex that it was like a buffet for my body.
And I wanted her.
I loved her.
I walked her back to the bed, never removing my fingers, and pushed her back across it, removing my shirt from her body.
She flushed, but she didn’t need to think so negatively of herself.
I pressed soft kisses to her stomach, and then her hand was abruptly tangling in my hair as she realized where I was going.
"Ashley, wait ---."
"Let me taste you," I murmured hotly, taking her wrist and pulling it from my hair, clasping my fingers through hers. "Just relax."
She stared at me uncertainly, and then moaned as I kissed her delicate folds, opening them with my tongue, her thighs immediately spreading farther apart for me.
She was in for a long night.

Notes

Well, Kenali and Cronus got a chapter, so why not Ashlandil and Geneva?
He finally got to sleep with her, and they're going to run away together? He's going to leave the band and Kenna and Andy to their own devices?
I'm gonna miss him!