"perhaps we always should have.."
Her body felt sinful to touch, the frigid tenderness of her skin as it grazed over him was addicting and blissful. Gripping the back of her head in passion even as her admittance fell from her gasping lips, Wesker moved to catch the bruised muscles of those lips on his own once more. Her fingertips raked through his hair, pushing and pulling almost in desperation to bring him closer, yet hold him apart.
Thrusting himself upwards into her slickness further, the primal instincts took over as he growled against her throat, his trail of kisses leaving a wetness that warmed her skin. His affections were meant by the most delightful whimper, in response his nails dragged down her spine and to her rear as she fluidly bucked her hips against his own .
Burying his nose into her collarbone he bent forwards, flipping the both of them over on the floor ; himself the aggressor as she arched upwards to meet his movements. Her thighs gripped his hips securely as he pushed further into her. Wesker's kisses never left her neck and jawline for long , but he couldn't get lost in this moment quite yet..
The bed was not given a thought as they had tumbled from it earlier, and now against the wall and floor, the leverage was not needed. Looping his arm under Angelica's leg, Wesker withdrew himself, causing her to groan in displeasure.. "Wesker.. What are you…doing… "
Moving his lips to the inside of her leg, the man growled, scraping his sharp teeth along the length of her thigh.
"Hush, Dear heart, I know what I'm doing… You've denied me this for far too long… I must know how you taste.."
A knowing look crossed the woman's face before he moved lower, and as he did so, her eyes rolled back. Forcing her legs to accommodate him, Wesker bit her hip playfully before moving his slitherIng tongue to her most personal place. She kept herself well, and within seconds whatever her retort was lost amongst moaning and writhing. Her scent enveloped him.. Her sweet taste .. Her womanhood twitched as her lavished it with his mouth, his actions of steady licking demanding an orgasm to feed his request. God he wanted to make her scream..
Her fingers slid into his hair, paying no mind to the hardened gel that he used. Beneath the surface it felt soft… his humanity showing briefly as she noticed a single, gray hair that was well hidden beneath…Her gentleness was not long however , gripping his hair roughly as a handhold. His mouth kept its ministrations well, causing Angelica to tremble in ecstasy…her whimpers only causing a dark chuckle to rumble in her partner's throat. Wesker grinned against her quivering heat, moving one of his fingers to move inside her. She was close, gripping against the intrusion, the nub of her pleasure pulsing beneath him.
Pulling away as she was about to give in, Wesker placed both of his arms on either side of Angelica, then his left hand moved to clamp around her throat. Her body twitched as she regained herself… She had to be on the very edge… but he was keeping it at bay…an evil look splayed across his face. She stared back challengingly, defiant even now. Her ruby eyes looked hazed and taunting as she looked up at him, and Wesker bit his lip slowly at the sight.
"Breathtaking.. "
His own desire was great; throbbing against her hip like it had a mind of its own. His groin rubbed the member against her skin teasingly , to both his and her own delight.
She had teased him, enchanted him, and captured him since before this… since long before this. Her mind had seduced him when she had interrupted him during his own Umbrella seminar to point out he had written the DNA sequence out wrong by one algorithm. He had masked it with hatred of being one upped, professional competitiveness , and an authoritarian approach. And almost two decades later.. These walls now disintegrated like ash as he looked at her.
He had fought the desire of her company for years, only for it to worsen when Spencer had forced him to make her a STARS member.. He had to see her.. Every.. Single day.
In the back of his addled mind , recalling a late night bar hop with the team around Christmas, the next day somehow Brad, despite being drunk off his ass, remembered the way Wesker had looked at her..Had danced with her.. Had been the last person to leave the bar with her. Despite nothing happening , He hadn't lived it down for a week, Brad and Barry making mock kissy faces whenever she left a room or elbows being jabbed playfully.…
This was before he had become a god.. Before understanding truly what he wanted from her.. What he needed from her.
Diving into her form once more, Wesker found himself restrained by her legs, forcing his body into the wall as they partially moved upwards. She had snapped her knees shut at the last moment , and rolled to the side. Slamming almost against the wall, he had her on her knees, the two moving into a bestial form. His pelvis forced her rear to move upwards as he spread her legs. Wesker dug his fingers into her thighs and buttocks, causing red streaked claw marks, in anticipation. He was going to take her with every last inch..
Angelica slid backwards, her elbows jamming into his ribs playfully. She sat up causing the balance dynamic to change as he fell backwards. She would not have that… not yet…Forcing him onto his back, the woman moved onto him like a lioness, her legs trapping his hips beneath her as she forced his length back into her.
Shuddering from pleasure, Wesker watched as she reversed him, her back contorted like a snake as she fed her own urges. Moaning audibly, the man felt his entire world run through his head. Denying himself the most carnal of urges had gotten him stoic prowess, but he had fooled himself into believing he was above needs since his transformation… above this .. bliss. But she was no normal woman… a normal woman would not have him on his back, gently cursing her name as if he was a mere mortal…
Angelica arched backwards, and he took his opportunity. He leaned up , Clasping his hands about her chest, Wesker hissed into her neck as he kneaded , his thumbs rubbing over her flushed nipples with great fervor. He leaned up into her, now in a sitting position with Angelica still facing the opposite way.
She shivered, in only one way he could describe it… she was loving his hands… One stayed put as the other snaked down to her front, pressing against the hardened clit that brushed against his length. She gasped against him, slamming her body closer and him deeper into her constriction. His grip moved her throat again as he buried his panting breaths into the curve of her neck. Her spine was curving almost painfully in an arch, but she kept her movements as they became desperate.. Jerky.
As she responded he pumped his fingers rapidly against her wetness, rubbing the one spot that he knew would make her shake… And she did… she trembled against him as he continued, his ruby orbs rolling back themselves as she clenched his manhood. Oh god she was lovely… and warm within… Her lips fell open In a light gasp as he bent her down, lowering the expanse of her back to him. His fingers clawed down the pale flesh, eliciting a growl of delight from his partner. He pulled away… but only for a moment.
Repositioning for her to face him, he slid her leg over his shoulder, moving back into the warmth of her body. He wanted to see her face.. A small gasp wrenched free as his spasming fingers pressed lightly, gliding over her clit as his head was guided in and out of her, around the hardened bud. The tease was for both of them, a soft curse falling from his mouth as Wesker teased her with the head of his cook.
"Fuck.."
It glistened with her wetness as he moved to her entrance, slamming in with a primal thrust.
Angelica squeezed her legs tightly as he began his pace again , her hands moving to his arm. Her nails dug into his chest and forearms like claws, causing him to hiss. Wesker's own hands were not idle, his right hand keeping the motion against her clit. The other moved back to her breast, clutching it as he bent down to kiss his ravenous beauty. Snatching his lower lip in hers, she kissed him furiously, wrapping her arms against his neck. Angelica bared her teeth as he picked up speed, feeling the wave building once more.
Her leg was slipping, but increasing his thrust, Wesker refused to give up the position quite yet. Her demand made his erection throb from the base down as he heard it, he barely held back the moan now spilling out.
"Harder… make me cum dammit.."
Her voice trailed off as if it were a challenge, her voice trembling and a half screamed whisper. Sinking his teeth in her exposed neck, Wesker charged as deep as he could go, his steady pace becoming that of something he had only used with battle speed. The world was a blur, but now her… only she was the constant, only she could keep up, steal his breath… steal his heart…what was left of it.
He felt her spasm finally, her cry filling the room with the most joyous noise he had ever witnessed. Her eyes were wide, then clasped shut as he felt liquid warmth cascaded down, triggering his own climax. Roaring against her neck, Wesker felt something so powerful and pleasurable, that he could not compare it to an orgasm.. No this was different… it was like becoming one with someone's soul, her fingers scratching into him as they panted.
Moving slowly against her, he looked into Angelica's eyes which had now flashed open. A strange look was within them, a look that was starting to move into motion Again what they had just completed. Withdrawing from her and standing, Wesker turned away quickly. He wanted more… both body and mind… he wanted to make her scream louder… make her say those words again…
Slammed from behind, Wesker felt himself forcefully pushed into the bed and against the head board. Angelica flipped his body to face her, now straddling his torso. Slowly raised his eyebrows, a challenging look plastered across the man's face. Evidently he wasn't the only one wanting..more.
. "I'm not done with you, Albert… I'm not done in the slightest.
Moving her hips over his once more, Wesker arched as she positioned her slickness upon his tip. He was already hard for her again.. Her orgasm had been plentiful, allowing her tightness to slide delightfully over his length… Her skin flushed as she caged him with her legs, throwing her body upon him as she leaned backwards into her serviced pleasure. Angelica positioned her arms onto the headboard for leverage.. Using it to her full advantage.
His fingers moved to her breasts, teasing the soft pinkness of the buds, his mouth kissing and biting to the same points. She defied his affections ,by sitting back up, grabbing his hands into her own, lacing her fingers with his.. Her hips rolled against his length, causing the man to give into himself, ruby eyes rolling back. He had known the softer sex many times as a young man, having a few dalliances in Europe during his station, and even once with a colleague.. But this.. This was … different .. This was primal.
Groaning out her name as she moved upon him, Wesker felt her lips move back to his own as she reciprocated his affection. The salty taste of sweat.. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air. He twitched inside her as he cursed softly against her mouth.
" F..fuck woman.."
Her lips as they pressed so lovingly to him told him that this would last as long as time would allow… they both were fighting against one another, even now…the push and pull between the bodies and the fury of their whole relationship finally exposed within the very act.
Her lips spread fire, but they felt like ice.