My Fallen Angel

We tumbled through the hotel door, all arms and legs as we tried to fight each others clothes off first. He kicked the door shut, his jacket falling from his arms as I kicked off my shoes.
I felt my shirt ripped over my head and then he was lifting me up against his waist, my legs twining around him as he carried me to the bed, lips hot on mine.
The clerk had just looked at us when we'd stumbled in, knowing exactly why we were renting a room, especially since we didn't have any baggage with us.
Andy pushed me on the bed, kicking his shoes off in the process. He crawled over me, nibbling at my jaw as he worked on my jeans, which honestly were a little tight on me, making it more difficult.
"Need some help?" I asked in amusement, raising my hips off the bed as I saw his aggravated expression.
"How the hell did you get these on?" hregrumbled, finally getting them completely off with a huff and tossing them behind him triumphantly.
I chuckled, and he leaned back over me, kissing down my chest and my stomach, his hands clamping on my hips to hold me still.
He was so much gentler then Ashlandil.
I grimaced as his name entered my mind and I tried to ignore it, squeezing my eyes shut and just trying to enjoy Andys kisses across my stomach, the feel of his warm skin against mine.
I held my breath as he kissed the inside of my thigh, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin and making me gasp.
He kissed higher, making me writh as he bypassed the spot that wanted his touch most.
He continued to kiss all the way back up my body, leaving small lovebites across my skin until he reached my lips.
Don't think about it.
I moaned as he kissed me, feeling his fingers trail deceptively close again, but never touching the spot I wanted so bad.
"Andy," I growled impatiently, and I reached for him, pulling him down against me forcefully and squirming against him, knowing the feel of my skin against his would excite him.
He groaned against my lips, and caught my wrists, pinning them above my head as he moved between my thighs, his hips grinding against mine.
My chest tightened, and the unbidden memory of the last time my hands were bound rose, and I gritted my teeth, trying to suppress it.
But the flash of pain he'd forced on me that had turned so awfully into pleasure, the feeling of humiliation and of shame and the pain ---.
"Stop!" I gasped, suddenly panicked. "Please, stop!"
Andy froze immediately, raising up with a confused expression.
"Get off!" I wrenched my hands from his grip. "Get off me!"
I didn't want it to hurt again!
"Kenna --- ?"
"No!" I hastily pushed him off and crawled away, making it to the edge of the bed. I wrapped my arms around the post, gasping for air.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I squeezed my eyes shut, clenching my legs tightly to my chest as I tried to repress the memories, repress the feelings ---.
"Kenna?" I felt the bed shift, and Andy lightly touched my shoulder. "Are you okay? Did I... Did I hurt you?"
"No," I shook my head quickly, feeling tears build in my eyes. What was wrong with me? why was I freaking out so badly --- this didn't make sense! I wanted to sleep with Andy, I'd tried to at least twice at this point!
So why was I suddenly so afraid? He wouldn't hurt me, wouldn't make me feel so degraded like Ashlandil had but --- but ---.
"Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying? We don't have to have sex," Andy burst as he saw my shoulders shake. "It's okay! It's not a big deal!"
"I'm sorry," I whispered, pressing my face against my knees. "I don't know what's wrong with me."
"It's okay," Andy told me gently, slowly wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against his chest. "It doesn't matter, we don't have to do anything."
I swallowed, feeling safe in his arms, and I pressed my face against his throat, needing him to just hold me.
I just didn't want it to hurt again.
I hated this world for all of its pain, it made being here almost unbearable. I was weak when it came to getting hurt, and I knew my pain tolerance was exceptionally low, Ashlandil had teased me for it.
But Andy wouldn't hurt me.
"I'm sorry," I whispered again, and he just stroked my hair, his bare chest pressed against mine. I could feel his confusion and concern, his lust quickly draining away.
"What happened?" he asked after a moment.
"Nothing, I, I just ---."
I couldn't tell him what had happened, I wasn't sure what had come over me. I swallowed, and shuddered, feeling disgusting again.
"I need a shower," I mumbled, pulling away from him and nearly falling in the floor in my haste to get away from him, feeling humiliated and stupid.
I leaned my back against the bathroom door as it closed, squeezing my eyes closed.
What was wrong with me? My sin was supposed to make me have sex, but it hadn't worked this time; I'd freaked out over something that had happened over a week ago, if not longer.
This was strange.
Feeling sick, I moved to the shower, turning the hot water on and letting my underwear drop into the floor. I stepped inside, and closed my eyes.
No matter how many times I showered it never went away, the feelings I had.
This didn't make sense.
I opened my eyes as the door opened and Andy stepped inside.
"Kenna? Are you okay?" he asked hesitantly, lingering in the doorway.
"Fine," I told him quickly, hugging myself; I could barely see him through the glass door.
"Do you need anything?"
"No, thank you." I turned my face away, embarrassed. I kept humiliating myself around him, he wouldn't want to sleep or be around me before long.
He would think k was just some kind of, of tease.
A whore.
I squeezed my eyes shut at the word.
That's what Ashlandil had made me feel like.
I jerked as the shower door opened and Andy stepped inside, a determined look on his face.
"Andy ---."
"What happened, Kenna?" he turned me around where I faced him, the water hot on my back. "Did I do something?"
"What? No --- it was me, I ---." How could I explain? I looked away, tightening my arms around myself.
"Did... Did something happen to you?" he asked softly, cupping my damp face with his hands. "Did Ashley hurt you?"
"No," I shook my head. "Of course not."
"He did," Andy stared at me. "He did hurt you!"
"I said he ---."
"You bit your lip, it's how I know you're lying," he scowled over my head. "What did he do?"
"Nothing!" This was going to escalate.
I turned away for him, reaching to turn the water off. I felt his hands slip around my waist, pulling me back against him, and I stiffened.
Andy pressed his lips against my shoulder, just holding me.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, "for whatever he did to you, whether or not you want to tell me."
I swallowed.
Why was he so kind to me?
"It doesn't matter," I mumbled, content to lean against him, the water rushing over our skin.
Andy sighed, and turned us around until his back was to the water and I was facing him. His trailed his fingertips down my cheek, and I could sense the anger burning in the back of his mind.
"Don't be angry," I said thoughtlessly, staring at his chest. "Please. I know I've ruined tonight."
"Nothing could ruin tonight," he murmured, kissing the skin beside my ear. "Just being with you makes it perfect."
My heart swelled, because he really did mean it.
I bit my lip, leaning into his arms as he nuzzled my throat with light kisses.
Perfect? I squeezed my eyes shut. Nothing was perfect.
"Andy!" I gasped in surprise, my eyes flying open as his fingers slipped between my thighs.
"Let me make love to you, Kenna," he whispered, making me moan as he slipped his fingers inside me, my body quivering. "Let me show you how much I care. Just forget about him, just for tonight."
Oh how I wanted to just forget him forever.
I hesitated, but my sin had suddenly kicked into overdrive, and lust clouded my brain immediately as he pleasured my body; I could feel how much he wanted me, how he was having to restrain himself and be gentle, and it made my pleasure ten times more.
I moaned, panting against his shoulder, clinging to him as he pumped his fingers inside me, setting my blood on fire.
I couldn't say no now.
I curled my fingers in his damp hair, crushing his lips eagerly against mine, and he grinned.
He pulled out of me and lifted me up against him, my legs wrapping around him as I kissed him.
Half of my brain heard him turn the shower off, and after a few moments I felt the bed against my back, the coverlets rough against my skin.
Andy kissed me passionately, his chest against mine, his skin so warm. His fingers clenched around my thighs as he pulled them against his his hips, moaning as he felt my heat.
I wanted him so badly I ached, but I could feel myself tensing again, my chest tightening.
What if it hurt again? What if he held me down or wouldn't let go of me or didn't stop or punished me ---.
"Don't," Andy breathed, kissing my throat. "Don't think about him, or anything that he did. Just think about now."
Now? Right now he had his fingers inside me again, curling them against my spot and making it hard to concentrate on anything else except the spikes of warmth shooting through my stomach.
"Ah! A-Andy!" I suddenly cried, arching my hips as my muscles abruptly clenched, on the peak of my climax.
Andy groaned, feeling me tremble, and pulled out of me, positioning his hips against mine. I kissed him desperately, clawing to get him closer, and I felt him slowly slide into me, letting me adjust to his sudden size before moving, his fingers biting into my waist, his other arm propping him over me.
I crushed his lips, but his tongue dominated, taking all the control away from me.
His hand glided up my ribs, and he cupped my breast, molding it into his palm. He groaned against my lips, pulling away with a gasp and sinking deeper between my folds, forcing me to accept all of him.
I arched my hips against his, my sin taking over completely.
I knew all of his pleasure points, like running my nails down his back, squirming my hips, it drove him crazy when I bit at his throat hard enough to leave a mark.
He thrusted into me harder, making me cry out in surprise, and he caught my wrist.
For a moment I thought he was going to hold me down, and stupid fear swept through my chest until I realized he was wrapping my arms around his neck as he leaned back on his haunches.
We both groaned at the contact as I straddled him, and I tilted my head back, my hair spilling over my shoulders. I felt his fingers bunch in it as he forced my hips to move, groaning against my throat.
I forced him to turn and roll onto his back, bracing my hands against his stomach, my hair falling and curtaining my face as I leaned over him, his nails raking through the skin on my hips as I rode them against his.
He groaned, his eyes burning as he gazed up at me, my nails pressing into his skin. I could feel my climax getting close, but I was trying to make it last, not wanting this to be over quickly.
But it was all I could do not to lose control, he felt so good inside of me, and everything he did seemed to set my core on fire.
"Andy," I gasped, his fingers clenching around my thighs.
"I know," he managed, and abruptly rolled, his hand curling around the nape of my neck and forcing my lips against his as he thrusted heavily into me, unable to be gentle anymore, and I clutched at him, moaning uncontrollably.
"Harder!" I gasped, curling my legs around him. "Please, harder!"
He complied, ramming his hips so hard against mine I felt like I would break.
I arched my back, so close I could almost taste it. I could feel him getting sloppy, and I knew he was close, his breath pants as he angled his hips against mine, and I gave a cry as he hit my spot.
My nails ripped through his shoulders as I suddenly climaxed, and he hissed, my thighs clenching around his hips and holding him inside me.
"Fuck!" he gasped, and kissed me as he came, his warmth filling me to the brink and overflowing.
I panted, feeling minor trembles still shoot throughout my body; that had been more intense then I'd suspected.
He groaned as he leaned against me, his elbows propping him over me, my hands lightly resting on his ribs.
"Damn, Kenna," he gasped, trying to catch his breath, and I blushed, pleased.
Sweat covered our bodies, and I was pretty sure the people next door weren't beating on the wall in applause. I chuckled, and Andy grinned, glancing over at them.
"Oops," he chuckled, and leaned down to catch my swollen lips, kissing me gently, leisurely, as if we had all the time in the world.
I loosened my grip around his hips, and he slowly pulled out of me.
I winced, feeling everything sore, and he mumbled a hasty apology over the bruises forming on my hips.
I hesitated as I sat up.
He hadn't used a condom, and even though another angel couldn't get me pregnant, Andy and any other mortal could.
He must've realized what I was thinking about, because he blushed, looking a little abashed.
"Yeah, I, um, got carried away," he mumbled. "Sorry."
Now we actually did need a shower, and I offered him my hand.
"Come on," I ordered, standing up.
Andy stood and came to my side, cupping my face and raising my lips to his like he couldn't gett enough of kissing me.
I know I couldn't of him.

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