My Fallen Angel

"Ashley," I murmured, pulling away. "I'll need to get my stuff from Thedas."
"Leave it," he muttered, pressing his lips against my throat hungrily. "You don't need it."
"I need to at least tell her bye, an-and thank you," I muttered, and pushed him away before it got to out of hand; we were still just outside of the dressing room and anyone could walk by. "She did a lot for me."
"Then I'll go with you."
I frowned at him. "It'll be fine, Ashlandil. I can go by myself without you shadowing me. Which is going to be one of the conditions---."
Ashley rolled his eyes, amd his lips caught mine before I could finish my sentence, pressing me back up against the wall. I pulled away quickly, feeling my self control about to break.
"Stop it," I murmured. "We can't do this here."
"You're right," he frowned. "Stay here."
He suddenly pulled away from me, and I blinked, missing the contact immediately. He disappeared into the dressing room, and I heard the guys ask him something before he was suddenly at my side again, a duffel slung over his shoulder.
"What---?"
"Shut up, you'll see," he told me, dragging us out of the venue and around the block. I frowned, but let him pull me behind him for a few minutes before he abruptly turned, making me yelp in surprise as he suddenly. Stepped into a building.
"Ash ---."
"Shh," he hissed at me, and I scowled.
If he told me to be quiet one more time ---.
"Can I ---uh, help you?" I turned my attention forward, seeing the clerk at the desk staring at Ashley, who was still in his concert gear and covered in the black paint.
She was looking at him like he had seven heads.
I glanced around, seeing the gold tones of the lobby. What was this place?
"I need a room for the night," Ashley told her, letting my hand go to fish his wallet from his pocket and slide a thin piece of plastic at her.
I'm so confused.
I thought they used paper as currency these days. At this rate they would be using those shiny rocks again.
"Okay, Mr. Purdy, here are your room keys. Have a nice stay," the judgemental mortal said, and he nodded, barely listening to her as he put away his plastic.
Huh.
His hand suddenly clamped around my wrist and he drug me forward. We stepped into a small, empty metal box and he pressed a button. I heard a ding as two doors closed in front of us.
"Where ---?"
Ashley turned, catching my chin and pulling my lips against his, and I could taste the alcohol.
I pulled away with a grimace. "How much did you have go drink?"
"Not enough," he sighed. "They cut me off before I got a good buzz going. And don't get the condescending look, either. It's your fault."
I frowned. "No, it's not ---."
There was a ding again, and the doors slid open, revealing a hallway.
What?
Could the humans teleport now?
I wanted to be able to teleport.
Ashley pulled me forward again, slipping his fingers between mine as we walked down the hallway.
"What is this place?" I asked, seeing rows of white doors with numbers going on forever.
"You don't --- right. You don't. It's called a hotel. It's a place for mortals to stay when they're too far from home and need to sleep." he said, glancing at his keys as he stopped by one numbered door.
He paused abruptly. "Kenali."
I turned my eyes to his face, seeing the serious expression. He tightened his hold on my hand, as if I was going to run away.
"I'm going to give you an option. If you want, you can walk away right now and get your things and I'll see you on the bus tomorrow."
He spoke as if the words left his mouth sour.
"But, if you come in here with me," his red eyes blazed down at me, "I am going to fuck you so hard you won't need to feed for weeks."
I stared at him, startled. Were those my only options?
"Is there a plan C?" I murmured, and his lips twitched.
He leaned down, his fingers slowly caressing my face as his lips brushed mine, tantalizing me with his touch.
"You better pick one before I pick for you," he murmured.
Well.
I had nothing left to lose.
I flicked my eyes to his, then clenched my hand in his hair and pulled his lips hungrily to mine.
I needed this too badly now to tell him no.
I felt his relief, and then I heard the door open. He pulled me inside after him, his bag falling to the ground with a thunk as the door slammed loudly.
I barely got a glance at the room other then to see it was a gold color.
Ashley lifted me up bridal style, and I clutched at him in surprise as he strode across the room, tossing me on the bed.
I bounced once, and then he was crawling over me, one knee slipping between mine.
His lips found my throat, his hand slipping down to my waist and beneath the material.
I squirmed slightly, wishing he wouldn't toy with me.
I dug my nails into his shoulder, and then growled, jerking at his shirt until I had it off him. I ran my hands down his chest, enjoying the way he reacted, a shiver crossing his skin.
I pressed my lips to his chest, nipping lightly at his collarbone, getting a gasp out of him.
I ran my cold fingers down his ribs slowly as he kissed me, and tugged impatiently on his tight jeans as I reached them.
Ashley chuckled, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above me.
"Not so quick," he purred in my ear. "I've been waiting too long for this to be over quickly."
I scowled at him. "Ash ---."
He pulled my clothes over my head, muffling the rest of my sentence. Why did he always have to cut me off?
Fine, he wanted to draw this out? I would make sure he regretted it.
I pressed my lips together, then pushed him off, a flash of surprise flitting across his face. I rolled, slipping on top of him, my lips nibbling at his jaw, and I felt him relax.
He rested his hands on my bare waist, and I steadily made my way down, feathering kisses down his stomach. His muscles jumped at my touch beneath his tattoo.
I smirked, and tugged his jeans low on his hips, flicking the button open. He growled, reaching for me, but I smacked his hand away.
"Tsk, tsk, Mr. Purdy," I told him, leaning over him as I slipped my fingers into his jeans, "we don't want this to go to quickly do we?"
He groaned.
I knew exactly how to bring him pleasure, where to touch him and how to make him moan, just as he knew how to do the same; it was part of our mutual sin, I suppose.
Pleasure of the flesh meant both giving and receiving.
I stroked his length, feeling it harden at my touch, and it was all I could do to not rip the rest of our clothes off.
All I could think about was him, it was like my brain was clouded over with desire. I wanted the pleasure, the touch, but I wanted to give it too.
"Kenali," Ashlandil gasped, his fingers biting into my hips. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from him, rolling to where I was pinned beneath him.
He jerked at the rest of our clothes, and forced my legs wide. I squirmed as he clamped an arm across my hips to hold me still, his lips leaving a burning trail across my inner thigh.
"Ashley," I growled, my hand latching into his hair impatiently.
"No you don't," he muttered at me, and I felt his tongue flick the area that was burning for him most.
I moaned, closing my eyes at the feeling. I wanted him so badly!
I flexed my hand in his hair, feeling warmth shoot through my body, building up inside me again like that night on the bus.
Another moan ripped from my throat, and I clenched my free hand in the sheets, vaguely hearing them rip.
"A-Ashlandil," I gasped, arching my hips closer, unable to stay still despite his iron-like arm across me.
I bit my lip, feeling the warmth start to cover my body almost painfully.
And then he pulled away.
What!? My eyes flew open in denial, and he pressed a kiss to my stomach lazily, chuckling as I whined, needing him there, burning for him.
It was like my blood was on fire, and he was the only one who could help me.
I jerked at his shoulders, forcing my lips to his, clawing as I tried to get closer, tried to sate this aching need. I whimpered as he denied me what I wanted.
"So needy, Kenali," he breathed, enjoying himself. If I didn't want him so badly, his taunting would have pissed me off.
He was between my thighs, I could feel him, why did he keep taunting me? I needed him! I wanted him!
My eyes blazed up at him, and I tried to pull him against me, wiggling my body against his to try to persuade him.
His eyes darkened as they met mine, so I knew it was working.
He suddenly caught my wrists, forcing them down beside my head as he kissed me, his tongue dancing with mine.
I felt so starved, so desperate for his touch --- this had never happened to me, and I couldn't control myself anymore.
I flexed against his grip, but he merely tightened it, making sure I couldn't move.
I growled in frustration.
He chuckled, and I felt his hips shift. I gave a cry as he suddenly entered me, and I clenched my hands, my nails cutting into my skin so hard they brought blood.
It felt so good!
I arched my back wantonly, abruptly able to tear from his grip. I crushed his lips to mine as he thrusted inside of me, appeasing the aching need there.
My hips rose to meet his every stroke, and he moaned against me, his pace becoming harsher as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
I tilted my head back, feeling the pleasure shoot through my every bone.
His hips abruptly slammed into me, and I gasped, arching off the bed. He forced me back down, biting at my throat.
I felt the spike of pain as he brought blood to the surface, but it merely added to the excitement, and I ground my hips against his, wanting him as deep inside of me as he could be.
"Fuck, Kenali," he moaned, and I could taste my blood as he kissed me urgently, his grip bruising.
I felt the sharp feeling again.
"Ashlandil!" I cried, feeling everything spiral out of control as my body convulsed against his, and he groaned, slamming into me one more time before he lost control.
I went limp, breathing hard as he collapsed on top of me, burying his face in my neck. It was a moment before I regained my voice.
"Is it always like that?" I whispered, marveling.
"It's usually not that intense," he managed after a moment. "That was amazing."
After a second, he hefted himself to his elbows, and brushed a strand of red hair from my face.
"Why is it not always like that?" I asked him, brushing at a streak of black on his neck. My body was now covered in his stage makeup as well.
"Well, if you're ever with a human, you'll understand." he shook his head, and I winced as he pulled away from me, rolling to his back.
"Why?" I asked, lolling my head to look at him.
"They don't feel as strongly as we do." he slipped his fingers through mine and pressed a kiss to my knuckles.
"Nor do they need specific sins to keep them going. It helped quite a bit ours were matching," he murmured, gazing at me. "And that we're both angels."
I was too tired to ask any more questions. I closed my eyes, feeling the bed shift as Ashley moved. He pulled me to him, and I felt the soft plush of the pillow.
He jerked the sheets over us, and I curled my knees closer to me with a content sigh.
I had never felt so content in my existence.

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