Michael knocked twice, his patience running thin even before entering the now familiar room. He'd come back time after time to the same answers. But, not tonight. Tonight he'd take what was rightfully his. "Oh, it's just you." Angel shrugged as she opened the door, "More talking tonight?" She made her way to sit on the end of the bed.
"No." She spun around stunned at his tone. "Tonight I use you like the little whore you truly are." His eyes glazed over in lust as he walked towards her slowly, the lion claiming it's prey. Her eyes darted around the room, she was utterly speechless as Michael approached her. "Slide that wrapper off won't you darlin." He watched her tentative fingers push the thin fabric down her shoulders. The bare skin making him ache with want for his lips to be on it. He wished to worship her as his wife, if only she'd accept him.
Shivering in the cold room Angel feels her nipples crinkle I to hard ridges. "Are you just gonna stare at me mister?" Her usual teasing of him flew past him as he advanced towards her. Suddenly he gripped her nipple in his fingers. Her soft meows teasing his need. He bent his head to her neck licking slowly. Then he found her pulse beating strongly and bit down. Her moans increasing as he sucked on her perfect porcelain skin.
When he came up the purple bruise had settled nicely and he chuckled softly. "All mine little girl."