My Fallen Angel

Andys lips pressed hotly against mine, and I pulled him tighter against me, hungering for his touch. I locked my fingers in his hair, pulling lightly, and he moaned, forcing me against the wall of the bus.
His hands slipped under my shirt, pushing it up around my waist, his touch singeing my skin.
I wanted him so badly!
"Kenna," he gasped, pulling his face from mine. "I can't, the show ---."
"You're the star," I breathed, feathering kisses across his chest. "They'll wait for you."
He groaned, his desire strong.
He wanted me so badly he could hardly stand it, and he was pissed that he couldn't finish what he'd started with me because he had a show in an hour and we were still on the bus, the rest of the guys in the venue.
Honestly, I wasn't sure how this had happened.
It had been a couple days since the cathedral, and I hadn't spoken a word to Ashlandil; he'd been ignoring me, actually. It was like he didn't see me anymore, literally looked right through me when I entered the room.
He sure as hell didn't let me touch him.
He was being so frustrating.
And as soon as the bus had stopped tonight he'd shot off it before the driver had really fully opened the door; it was like being near me or seeing me brought him so much pain.
I was so aggravated.
And then there was this situation.
Andy had been the last one off the bus, still dizzy from drinking half a bottle of cold medicine in an attempt to help.
I'd been coming down the steps, and we'd bumped into each other in front of the bathroom.
Okay, more like crashed and fell because neither of us were paying attention to where we were going.
When he'd helped me up, I'd felt his longing for me, and then I'd kissed him, and somehow we'd tumbled into the bathroom and everything had escalated from there.
So here we were, making out in the bathroom of the bus, everything between my thighs longing for his touch.
He moaned again as I ran my hands down his back, his t shirt more rips and tears then even material. His fingers curled around my thighs and he was lifting me up onto the counter, pulling my hips against his.
Damn these clothes! I thought, tilting my head more as he nibbled at my throat. I wiggled my hips closer to his, locking my legs around his waist.
"Kenna ---."
"Why can't we?" I whispered in his ear, lust sweeping over my mind and banishing any other thoughts then pleasure. I couldn't understand why he wasn't as lost in it as I was; my touch should have been driving him crazy!
Why was he so immune to me now?
"The show --- I have to go," he gasped, his blue eyes blazing inches from mine, filled with want. "We can't cancel again."
I whined, kissing his jaw, squirming again.
"Jesus," he muttered, fingers flexing on my waist; he was so tempted to fuck me right then and there, he could barely keep it in his pants.
His lips caught mine, teeth tugging as he worked on opening my jeans, shimmying them down my thighs.
I groaned as he stroked me through the material of my panties, my skin becoming flushed.
"You really want me," he murmured as he pushed them aside, slipping a finger inside of my wet folds, causing my skin to burn more. I bit my lip, pressing my face against his shoulder as he worked on my core, my breath hitching.
I dug my nails into his shoulders helplessly, his lips suckling the flesh on my throat, my stomach clenching as I felt myself grow closer and closer.
"Say my name," he breathed in my ear as he felt me tighten around his digits, and I whimpered, so close I could almost ---.
"Andy!" I cried, cuming hard, and he kissed me again, tongue forcing itself between my lips as I started to come down.
My chest heaved against his as he pulled away from me.
"We'll finish this later," he murmured against my ear, gently stroking my hips. "I gotta do the show."
He gave me another kiss, and then disappeared out the bathroom door just as I heard someone call his name.
I stared after him in surprise.
What the fuck?
Did he just leave me here?
After THAT?

Ashlandil

I was fucking starving.
I eyed the girls as they crowded around us after the show, feeling my loins ache whenever I saw a potential meal.
I shouldn't be hungry so quickly after the ... After being with Kenali a week ago, but I suppose the cathedral and the stress since then was starting to wear me down.
Fucker, I thought, glancing up warily.
This was all His fault anyway.
I huffed, seeing a redheaded girl, probably about mid twenties, eye fucking me from the back of the group of VIPers.
She was busty and slim, and would do fine as something to tide me over.
"I'm going," I mumbled to CC as I stepped from the crowd, and he sent me a worried glance.
No one knew the details, just knew that Kenali and I were broke up and neither of us speaking. We were fine separately, but she tensed up whenever she saw me around, and my throat closed up; I couldn't speak to her, not after the pain I'd caused her, emotionally and physically.
This is why I didn't get attached; my love only caused pain for anyone I cared about.
I'd killed Geneva, I'd tortured Kenali... I was no better then a monster already.
I stopped at the edge of the crowd.
"What's your name?" I asked the red haired girl.
"Sara." Her accent was strong.
"You wanna go somewhere?" So I can feed on your sexual aura and leave you with out a second thought?
"Sure!" she nodded, her eyes brightening.
I could feel Andys eyes boring holes through my back as I walked away with the girl.
I quickly found a backroom in the damp venue, and shoved her inside.
I grabbed her hand, and her alarmed eyes glazed complacently as I pushed her up against a wall, inhaling her sweet scent.
"Do you want me?" I murmured, my nose trailing up the thin skin separating my teeth from her jugular.
"Yes," she breathed, fingers knotting in my shirt.
When a mortal was under our influence, they could only speak the truth, and no matter how we compelled them to lie, if another angel asked, they would still have to be honest.
I wouldn't have slept with her if she hadn't wanted to.
I would never do that, not...
Guilt clenched my chest painfully, and my fingers tightened in the girls hair, my fangs making my gums bleed.
I just wanted to forget that.
The girl curled one thigh against my hip, squirming against me, and I let my nails glide down her skin, her shorts so short I could feel and basically see everything
Kenali would never have been caught dead in them.
I shook her from my mind quickly, and slipped my fingers between the girls thighs quickly, raising my brows when I felt piercings.
Well well.
The girl blushed under my scrutiny, then bit her lip, whimpering as I pleased her, gasping.
I nibbled at her throat, her wanton moans doing nothing for me.
This was odd.
I grunted, digging my fingers deeper inside her, making her cry out in pleasure.
What the fuck?
I shuffled my hips, pressing closer to her, her chest pressing against mine; I always liked feeling their skin against mine, maybe that's what I needed.
I tugged on her shirt, forcing it over her shoulders and exposing her plump breasts.
She clung to me helplessly, shocks of gratification running through her body and making her puddy against me.
Son of a bitch!
Why couldn't I get it up?
I growled in frustration, becoming rougher with her, making her cry out forcefully, almost in pain.
I wrenched her head to the side and pressed my lips against her throat, her breasts pushing against my chest.
I could feel her body wanting to cum, but I wasn't allowing it, drawing it out torturously.
This wasn't good.
I couldn't feed if my dick wasn't working.
This had never happened to me before.
Irritated, I pulled my fingers out of her, listening to her pathetic whine.
Fucking humans.
I guess her blood would have to do.
I sunk my fangs into her throat mercilessly, furious she couldn't please me the way I wanted, and she screamed in surprise.
I slapped my hand over her mouth, her sweet blood soothing the burning need in my stomach for now.
Maybe I shouldn't have gone with the red hair, I told myself when I was done, the girl shaking and limp in my arms, her screams having turned into mere pained whimpers as she weakened.
I let her drop to the floor, wiping at my mouth.
This was so annoying.
I glanced down at her crumpled form, and then knelt, running my finger across her gaunt cheek.
"You don't remember me," I murmured. "You remember fucking some guy but you didn't catch his name. You don't remember his face or anything about him. Understand?"
She nodded.
Good.
I got to my feet and glanced down the hallway before leaving.
Why couldn't I fuck her?

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