Warning: This chapter has explicit sex scenes.

Chapter 18

Buffy took a deep breath and then another. She had no urge whatsoever to utter a stubborn, proud refusal. She loved him and he was the father of her baby. But she didn't trust him anymore. "I can't agree that we don't have any other choice."

"We're in a damn tight corner!"

"You were in a damn tight corner with Darla too and you didn't marry her."

"That's different."

Buffy's furious gaze was nailed to Angel. "I don't need you just because I'm having a baby..."

"No, but I need you," Angel stated with hard conviction. "Jenny's waiting for you," Angel reminded her, raking a not quite steady hand through his hair in a gesture that revealed just how shattered he still was by what had occurred. "I think we need a special license..."

Buffy squeezed her anguished eyes tight shut.

"Angel..."

"Every baby has a right to know who his father is," Angel said with regret.

"Does your other baby is going to know you as well?"

She saw him hesitate, "I would never abandon a child of mine, no matter how much I despise its mother."

He turned round and left.

Jenny had been moved out of the ICU into a private room. She looked so much better with a little color in her cheeks. Buffy spend the whole afternoon keeping her company until Angel came to collect her in the evening. Mr. Giles was going to spend the night with her.

When he suggested they have their dinner in the dining room, she replied promptly. "I'm not hungry. I think I'll just go straight to bed."

"So soon?" Angel queried, and she flushed as she saw the sarcastic gleam in his dark eyes. "I'll see you to your room."

"No, really."

"I insist."

Buffy mounted the staircase with Angel a step behind her. She was sure she could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck, and she asked herself how she could have been so stupid as to get herself in this position. She made the decision to leave in the morning. Jenny was all right and didn't need her. She wasn't going to deny Angel his parental rights but she wasn't going to stay.

Turning at the door to her room to say goodnight and goodbye, she found her face only inches from his chest. Her head shot back and she put her hands on his chest to ward him off.

"Goodnight, Angel." She forced his name past her stiff lips, hoping he would just go.

"One kiss, and then..."

"What do you think you're playing at?" she snapped.

His hand snaked out and fastened around her arm. "I'm not playing. I was stupid enough to let you walk on me once. But never again." Pulling her against him, and with his other hand lacing up into her hair, he gently tugged her head back to expose her throat.

"No, no, you can't!" she cried, losing her control. But his lips trailed kisses across the curve of her breast, up her throat, before his hard mouth captured hers.

It all happened so quickly; one minute Buffy was outside her room, the next she was inside, naked to the waist apart from her bra, and crushed against Angel's powerful body.

All thoughts fled from her mind under the demanding pressure of his lips. Buffy lashed out at any part of him she could reach in an effort to break free, but his mouth ravaged hers, and the all consuming passion of his kiss evoked a response that worn out her resistance.

"Tonight you're mine," he growled against her lips, breaking the kiss to trail a sequence of kisses down her throat. He stopped where the pulse beat madly in her neck and sucked in the tender flesh.

Her heart was beating frantically, her breasts pressing painfully against the restrictive white lace of her bra, Buffy groaned, "No, no."

He swallowed her denial with his mouth and swung her up in his arms. He carried her across the room and lowered her onto the bed. His mouth never left hers as he snapped on the bedside light, illuminating the room in an intimate golden glow.

When he finally released her, she found herself staring breathlessly up into Angel's eyes, and what she saw made her renew her efforts to escape. She struggled to sit up, but with one large hand he pressed her back down, and he shrugged out of his jacket and shirt.

"Stop it, Angel. You can't..." she cried, even as her mouth dried at the sight of his muscular chest. Trousers he was skillfully unfastening.

"I can," he grated. "I want you, and you can lie through your teeth denying it, but your body tells me a different story." His gaze went over the curves of her breasts as his trousers hit the floor, and he slid onto the bed, turning his naked body towards her, partially blocking out the light and shadowing his handsome features.

His strong arms at either side of her slender body caged her, and the weight of one long, muscular leg, thrown over hers, pinned her to the bed.

"You...Angel...You don't mean it. You'll hate yourself," she babbled, hoping to prevent him from what she read in his eyes. This was an Angel she didn't recognize, and in his place was a man she instinctively knew would not take no for an answer.

"Angel, please..." She tried again as his long fingers deftly unclipped her bra and threw it to one side.

"Oh, I'm going to please you, Buffy." His hand stroked across her full breasts, his thumb casually grazing the rosy peaks. "See how you respond?" His eyes lingered on her naked breasts, and a slow sensuous smile curved his mouth as the rosy peaks hardened beneath his fingers.

His hand moved expertly against her breast, cupping and stroking, rolling the sensitized peak between his fingers. She was helpless against his sexual attack, and a low moan escaped her.

"Stop fighting me Buffy."

Angel was kissing her with devouring hunger. His hand stroked back up to cup her breast then he grazed his lips down her throat until his mouth covered her hard nipple, and then with tongue and teeth he stroked and bit in an exquisite tormenting caress, while his fingers found her other breast and teased with expertise.

The blood pounded through her veins, pure pleasure going through her body, and she whimpered with delight. The rest of her clothes were removed without Buffy even realizing it until Angel knelt up on the bed, his arm curving around her back as he lifted her up towards him.

"I know what you like, Buffy," he rasped, and kissed the tip of each breast before holding her a little away from him.

The power of his kiss inflamed her senses, and the feel of his naked body moving smoothly against hers, flesh on flesh, was like being stroked by silk and steel. But still she made one last effort to prevent him. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders. "Don't do this Angel."

He looked down at her flushed face, his black eyes glittering with gold. He moved against her again then his hand stroked down over her stomach and slid between her legs, his palm cupping her feminine mound.

She gasped as his long fingers went into her hot, wet warmth, and she shuddered uncontrollably.

"But you want me to..." Angel rasped throatily.

She was drowning in a sensuous world of physical pleasure. One finger pressed on the nub of her feminine core. Her tights parted slightly and she bit back a moan.

"Badly..." Angel growled. His eyes, brilliant with triumph, burned into hers, and deliberately he bent his head and licked the taut peak of one breast while his seeking fingers continued their sweet torment. This time she could not hold back the moan. Her hands went around the nape of his neck, and she was lost.

"Desperately," he added roughly, capturing her swollen lips again in a passionate, teasing kiss.

Buffy could not deny him. Her lips parted and welcomed the thrusting invasion of his tongue. Her small hands urgently roamed over the muscle and sinew of his broad back and she cried out when once again his mouth found her breast.

All the while his long, sensitive fingers explored her intimately, until she was a writhing mass of burning sensation. Perspiration dampened her skin; her eyes lost their focus. She was aware of nothing but Angel, his strength and power, and the promise of the pleasure that only he could bring.

Only slowly did she realize he had stopped, that most of his weight had lifted from her.

"Open your eyes and say it," Angel ground out between clenched teeth. "Look at me."

Slowly she opened her eyes and met his brilliant black gaze.

"Tell me what you want, Buffy," he demanded harshly.

She could not have denied him to save her life. "You." She breathed, and for a brief second wondered what else she had to tell him. Reaching her hands up to tangle in the soft hair of his chest and, more bravely, to stroke down to cup the core of his masculinity, she forgot everything.

Her legs parted wider to welcome him and his large hand cupped her buttocks, lifting her from the bed. He took her in a sudden mighty thrust.

"Too long." His lips brushed against her ear, sending a little shiver through her which intensified when he slowly withdrew, then eased gently back inside her. She clung to him, her body quickly adjusting to the rhythm he set. Wave after wave of indescribable sensation sent her shuddering to the edge, and she heard Angel's triumphant cry as he exploded inside her and she went into complete oblivion.

She heard Angel's voice and opened her eyes. She was conscious of nothing except the beating of her heart, or was it his? And Angel's long body stretched out beside her. His black hair was flat to his head with sweat, and beads of moisture glistened on his curling chest hair. She reached up a finger to trace around the sensuous line of his mouth. He had a wonderful mouth. But he caught her hand and pushed it away.

No tender words of love or reassurance this time. What had she done? Her emotions raw, tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them back. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he had hurt her.

Sitting up, she found the sheet and drew it up to hide her nakedness. She turned her head and glanced down at Angel. He was lying there, a perfect picture of the satiated male, with about as much sensitivity as a brick wall.

She had not the strength to be angry; instead a blessed numbness enveloped her and, with what little self-esteem she had left, she forced herself to speak.

"Would you please leave? I want to sleep."

"What the hell are you talking about?" he said, with a softness that was more threatening than shouting. "You belong to me, and we share a bed."

"No," Buffy said firmly. "You got what you wanted. Now go."

His dark eyes flared with anger. "No," he snapped. His lips touched hers, and to her never ending shame she was too weak to resist. Or maybe a tiny part of her brain said, Why not? After all, she was leaving tomorrow.

Buffy opened her eyes. Dazzling sunlight made her blink sleepily, and the delicious smell of fresh coffee teased her nostrils. She tried to sit up and it was then she realized that a very masculine tanned arm, lightly dusted with black hair, was clamped firmly around her waist. Please let me be dreaming, she prayed, but she turned her head slightly and her gaze fell upon the sleeping face of Angel. "Oh God!" she groaned.

"Good morning."

It got worse...one of the maids appeared at the side of the bed with a tray loaded with two cups, coffee jug, cream and sugar.

"Oh God," Buffy murmured weakly, and carefully lifting Angel's arm from her waist, she sat up. "I...you..." her face turning scarlet with embarrassment, she battled on, "It's not what..."

"Shh, I understand," she said in a whisper, a broad smile lighting her plump face, and placing the tray on the bedside table, she added, "Don't wake him. It's been a long time since he slept like this."

With the events of last night giving an instant replay in her mind, Buffy's blush deepened even further. Trust the pig to sleep on, she thought bitterly. Again and again in the night he had turned to her, and she had not resisted him. Now she had to face the maid, stricken with guilt and embarrassment, while he snored. He had no conscience. But then she had always known that.

Tbc...

Two chapters to the end!!!