Ashlandil

Kenali practically carried me back to the bus, her arms tight around me. We'd all planned on going to a hotel tonight, but I couldn't go in looking like this.
And neither could she.
We looked drunk as we shuffled through all the mortals, walking quickly the two miles from the docks to where our venue had been, the bus parked in the alleyway behind it.
I was so relieved when she pulled the door open, struggling with me to the small booth we had set up. She sat me on the cushion, looking weary.
"Let's check your wounds," she sighed, and ripped the front of my t shirt apart.
I raised a brow, wondering why she didn't take off my clothes like that normally.
It was really hot.
Kenali glanced up at me, as if knowing my thoughts.
Her fingers brushed over the wound in my chest, black and purple bruises discoloring my skin, and her brows drew together.
"My blood should have healed this more."
I placed my hand over hers. "There was a lot of damage, Kenali."
Her eyes flicked to mine, then away guiltily.
"It's not your fault," I told her as she peeled the shirt off my shoulders. I hissed as it started down my back, the material clinging to my wounds.
"Sorry," she winced, slowly pulling it down.
She tossed it into the floor, looking strained.
"That bad?"
She just looked at me.
"Come on, Kenali, I bet you've done worse," I tried to tease, and she rolled her eyes at me.
"Why are you making everything into a joke today?" she grumbled, and I grinned, letting my hands rest on her waist lightly.
It might be the only way I could cope right now.
But I wasn't going to tell her that.
"Why didn't you finish Seraphine?" I asked after a moment when she pulled off my shoes.
She'd just left her a burnt corpse, still breathing when we'd staggered out; the only way to kill us was to rip out our heart or for a weapon of Heaven or Hell to inflict a fatal blow.
Burning us alive wouldn't do it.
"There wasn't a point," she sighed after a moment, kicking off her own shoes. "I think she understands who's the strongest of us now. Though I don't blame her for wanting him dead."
"What?" I looked at her, startled.
Her tone had been a little vicious.
She flushed, and shook her head. "Nevermind. That came out wrong."
"Kenali," I started, frowning, but she pressed her lips against my neck, her hands gently ghosting down my chest, purposefully distracting me.
I hesitated, so she pressed closer to me, her nimble fingers opening my belt and dragging my ruined jeans away.
I could feel the lust starting to stir, but I fought it, for once wanting to talk instead of fuck.
"Kenali, what did he do to her?" I asked, not missing the irritated glance she shot up at me.
"You'll have to ask her," she muttered, pressing warm kisses down my abdomen and over my tattoos. I shivered, my heart beat increasing as adrenaline started to once again flood my system, a swell of healing warmth.
"Kenali---."
"Shut up, Ashlan."
I sucked in a breath, feeling her hand close over my length, slowly stroking, and then her lips replaced her fingers, and I moaned, leaning back on my palms in pleasure.
God I loved her.
My hand bunched in her red locks as her tongue flicked knowingly against my tip, her fingers stroking my thighs.
She knew what I liked, all my physical weaknesses; that was our sin.
And I had never been so grateful that it was.
"Shit," I gasped, tightly gripping her hair, my length throbbing painfully. I jerked her head back with a growl, and her eyes gleamed up at me mischievously.
She knew what she did to me.
I pulled her to her feet and wrenched her clothes over her head, pulling her bare chest desperately against mine as I forced her jeans off her.
I needed her NOW.
I lifted her by her thighs, and her arms wrapped around my neck as I settled her hips over mine.
I didn't wait, I couldn't, but forced myself inside her, and she gasped, her body quickly adjusting to mine as I kept up a relentless pace, my lips crushing hers.
She forced me on my back, trying to take control away from me. My fingers latched onto her hips, shifting her forward slightly, and she moaned, closing her eyes as I found her G spot.
I ground my hips into hers, making sure she felt every inch of me inside of her, my satisfaction increasing ten fold as I wrenched sounds of pleasure from her throat.
"A-Ashlan!" her nails dug into my stomach, leaving bloody trails that healed instantly.
I groaned, feeling her walls clench around me, her orgasm close. I needed her to cum, to be exhausted and submissive when I was done with her, to not even be able to think of anyone else.
I fucked her harder, and her hips bounced against mine with the force. She gave a scream, her back arching as I filled her completely, forced her to take all I had to give, her head thrown back as her orgasm rocked her body.
Yes!
I came hard, my throbbing need finally calming as I claimed her, my seed filling her. She gasped, leaning forward, her face pressed against my neck, sweat covering our bodies.
We were both panting, and I tangled my fingers in her dark red hair, loving the way her slick body felt against mine as I breathed.
"Damn," I whispered.
That had been the best sex we'd ever had; I wasn't sure if it was because we were both weak and needing the others energy so much we'd over done it, or if because I'd just wanted to remind her how much better I was at pleasing her then he was.
Then anyone else was.
She pressed her lips against my throat, her breathing starting to calm, and I sighed, sated for the moment.
"Do you feel better?" she asked softly, her fingers splayed across my chest.
"Much," I kissed her forehead. "We'd better get up."
"I... Don't think I can move," she mumbled, blushing.
I grinned, insanely pleased.
I shifted my hips, and she moaned, pressing her face against my shoulder.
Heh.
I stroked her back lightly, feeling a swell of love rise in my chest, and the words bubbled to my lips, wanting to be said.
I clenched my jaw, swallowing them back down.
I couldn't tell her how I felt, not now or ever.
I'd been rejected once.
I couldn't survive a second time, not from her.

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