Astrid had had three bowls of broccoli cheddar soup, all of which Adrian had insisted on hand-feeding her.
"I'm fine, really-"
"You're weak." He giggled.
She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Not for long." Sebastian said, pouring more tea, "She'll have more strength than she'll know what to do with. Astrid," he looked at her seriously, "You'll have to learn to control it."
She nodded severely, cupping the tea with both hands as he gave it to her. She welcomed the warmth. "I just don't know why I'm so cold." She visibly shivered.
"Your blood will level out soon." Sebastian assured her.
"Demons have cold blood?"
Adrian cringed.
"It wouldn't bother you if you were fully a demoness." Sebastian said.
"I'm still trying to grasp the fact that you're a demon! Let alone the fact that I'm half…and Adrian is…well you're a…"
Adrian chuckled gleefully. "Deep breaths, love."
Ciel entered the room just then, and upon seeing Astrid awake, scowled. "Sebastian," his voice was forceful, "Why did you not update me on her condition?"
"You were busy, my lord."
He ignored him and made his way to Astrid. "How do you feel?"
"Just fine, my lord." She tried to smile.
"Don't lie."
She hesitated. "It's…cold. I'm still trying to figure it all out. I believe I owe you my life though, Young Master. Twice now you have shown me a kindness I do not deserve."
"No need to be so dramatic. Rest up, it is a lot to take in. Demon or not you're my head maid. I fully expect you to finish reading me that book when you've recovered."
Her face broke into a smile. She could have hugged him. "Yes, my lord." She was absolutely beaming.
Ciel returned it with a small smile of his own, and it made her all the happier, as she had only seen her Young Master smile twice before.
"Sebastian," he said again, "I must discuss something with you. She is in good hands for now."
"Yes, my lord." He said with a nod.
"Toodaloo," Adrian wriggled his fingers at the pair as they walked out the door.
Just as the door sealed shut, Astrid burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her hand to hold herself back.
"Ahh…" Adrian sighed happily, kissing her hand, "You grace me with your laughter, dearest."
She giggled, shaking her head. "Toodaloo? You're so strange."
He leaned in closer to her, his green orbs putting her in a sort of trance.
"Is that not why you love me?"
His voice was particularly deep, just then, and it caused her heart to slow. Without even fully realizing it, her eyes fluttered closed, as she leaned in to meet him, their lips touching for the first time in a long time. Her heart beat fiercely in response, and as Adrian wrapped his hand around her back and neck, she felt herself melting into him.
She pulled away gently, her hands trembling as they held on to his. "I was so scared…" her voice cracked.
He embraced her, pulling her up against his chest and holding her tightly. "It's over now."
She looked up at him. "I know what Sebastian said is a lot," she began slowly, hesitantly, "but I don't really care about being immortal. Please don't think you have to bind yourself to me."
He poked her cheek, scratching her just a bit with his nail. "You have time to think that over, dearie. Come to terms with the fact that you are no longer human. Should you find that you want to be with me, I wouldn't object."
She nodded slowly, before she got dizzy. Her eyes closed halfway, and her body swayed. Adrian caught her. "Are you all right?"
She blinked a few times and shook her head. "Yeah. Yeah I just got dizzy. Goodness that feels so strange."
Astrid shut her hands in fists and then spread out her fingers. "This is going to sound so strange…but I feel so strong all of a sudden. And it's like…it's like I can hear everything. See everything."
Adrian stared at her for a long time, not saying anything.
"What?" she looked worried.
He shook his head. "I thought maybe your eyes might change color. But perhaps that's only a quality full demons possess."
"You don't hate me, do you?"
"Why would you ask that?"
"From what I gather, demons and reapers don't get along."
He smiled kindly at her. "I could never hate you, dearest."
She looked down at her hands, a bit embarrassed, and gasped when she noticed her fingernails had sharpened.
Adrian followed her eyes and chuckled. "They look like claws."
She blinked. "Do you think it has to do with what Sebastian said about shifting forms?"
He shrugged. "Perhaps. That's not my area of expertise."
She let out a shaky breath and closed her eyes. "Adrian…"
"Yes?"
She opened her eyes and reached out to cup his cheek, rubbing her thumb up and down. "That's how you got all those scars then, because you're a Grim Reaper?"
He giggled. "To make a long story short, yes."
"So…you are…death."
"Heehee, in a manner of speaking."
She dropped her hand but he caught it, mindlessly rubbing circles into her palm.
"The reason reapers and demons don't get along is because we each take what the other desires. It is our job to collect souls, and a demon must eat souls in order to survive. If a demon takes someone who was on the list, then that interferes with our job."
"Oh," she smiled, "That actually makes a lot of sense." She giggled.
Sebastian entered the room again, eyeing the couple curiously. "Well then," he said, "How do you feel?" he asked.
"Strangely strong." She said.
He nodded and walked up to the bed. "Do you think you can stand?"
She looked at Adrian hesitantly but nodded at Sebastian. "Yes, I think so."
With shaky legs she got up off the bed and managed to stand on her own. Her hands formed fists before she spread her fingers out again. "That's so bizarre…" she breathed.
"Punch me." Sebastian said calmly.
"What?"
"Go on."
She blinked at him. She formed her right hand into a fist, feeling her sharp nails poke the inside of her palm. She took a swing at his stomach and screamed as Sebastian flew back into the wall. She covered her mouth with her hands and rushed up to him. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!"
Adrian burst into laughter. "I bet even you weren't expecting that, ey Demon?"
Sebastian snarled. "Good," he said, "But you'll need to learn to focus it."
"Focus…a punch?"
"And other things. We have yet to test your nails."
She looked down at her hands. Her nails were so terribly black.
"Do you mean to say they're stronger now too?"
He nodded.
Elizabeth burst into the room just then, followed by a tired-out Ciel.
"What are you doing standing! Get back to bed this instant!"
"Lady Elizabeth!" Astrid exclaimed.
"Go on, go!" she rested her hand on Astrid's back and ushered her back into the bed. "I'm here now. This house needs a woman's touch. Honestly. All these men have no idea what they're doing."
Astrid blushed deeply. "I appreciate your concern, my lady, but I'm doing much better now-"
"Nonsense! Sebastian! Bring up more tea! And you," she turned to Adrian, "I don't know who you are but you shouldn't be so close! She needs air to breathe!" She turned her gaze back to Astrid and clasped her hands. "Don't you worry. We'll get you back in no time."
Ciel groaned. "Lizzie…"
"Oh! Ciel! Are you feeling sick too? You shouldn't stay in this room. Sebastian, make sure he stays far away."
"Yes, my lady." Sebastian bowed, putting a hand over his chest.
"Sebastian!" Ciel exclaimed, surprised at his butler's leniency in accepting his fiancee's orders.
"Come, Young Master. You too, Undertaker. We should let the women talk."
Ciel scoffed, practically stomping out of the room, followed by Sebastian.
"I'll be back with the tea, dearie." Adrian giggled.
As soon as the door closed, Lizzie turned to Astrid and lowered her face to hers. "Who's the creepy one with the hat? Ciel brings such strange figures into this house."
"He's um…" Astrid hesitated, "He's a…close friend."
Lizzie's eyes went wide and her lips broke into a grin. "A romantic close friend?"
Astrid could feel the blush on her cheeks and she hesitated again, "Um, well,"
"Ah!" Lizzie clapped her hands. "I'm so happy for you. Even a maid deserves love. Although, he doesn't look like much. What does he do?"
"He's a…uh..an Undertaker."
Lizzie's happy smile faded. She seemed disenchanted. "Well, that seems rather grim for me. But if he makes you happy then I'm absolutely in love with it! I could dream about romance all day." She sighed.
Astrid nodded politely.
"It's so nice of Ciel to lend you this room while you're sick, don't you think?"
"Yes, he's a very kind Master." She told her.
"He acts very tough, but he's kind behind all that." Elizabeth smiled sadly. "I just wish he showed it a bit more."
"I'm sure he'll grow into it, my lady." Astrid assured her.
"Well, in any case, as soon as Sebastian brings up your tea, I'll make sure no one bothers you so you can get some sleep."
"Oh, thank you, my lady."
She knew Lady Elizabeth was just trying to help, but that was the last thing Astrid wanted. After everything that had happened, the last thing she wanted was to be alone. And she could have sworn she heard Adrian say he was going to be the one to bring up her tea. Either way, Sebastian or Adrian, she hoped she could sneak a few words before they left.
It was, in fact, Sebastian who returned to the room with the tea. Elizabeth stood up happily, heading to the door. "Is Ciel in his study?"
"Yes, my lady."
"Ok. Get some rest, and feel better!" She called to Astrid. "Sebastian, close the door when you've finished."
He nodded and Elizabeth closed the door behind her.
Astrid exhaled, grateful that Elizabeth was now gone. "I'm not tired." She insisted to Sebastian.
"I can't imagine why you would be." He replied.
"Sebastian." She breathed, somewhat shyly.
"Would you…would you mind staying? I don't want to be alone."
Sebastian's eyes widened and his lips formed a smile. "I don't think that'd suit well with your reaper."
Her eyes widened in turn. "Oh, no. No I didn't mean it like that-"
Sebastian set the tea down, and walked over to her, catching her chin in his hand. "Then what did you mean, Miss Astrid?" he asked seductively.
Astrid couldn't explain it, but she could tell from his scent that he wasn't being serious or lustful. He was merely teasing. She turned her head, breaking free of his hold.
Sebastian sighed. "Well that lost its amusement quickly. I suppose you could smell my intentions, yes?"
She nodded slowly. "Yes…it's so bizarre…"
Sebastian smirked. "I'll call for your Reaper."
"Wait!" she said, nearly reaching out to him.
He looked at her curiously.
She bit her lip. "There's something I've been meaning to ask…"
"Yes?"
"I know demons probably can't…maybe it's a stupid question…"
"Astrid."
Her head shot up, looking at him.
"Just ask."
She nodded. "Um. I was wondering, since I'm still partially human…would I be able to have children?"
"You could, with another human or half demon." He replied easily.
"Oh." She said.
Sebastian sighed. "Even as a human your reaper couldn't bless you with something like that. They take lives, they don't give them."
She blinked a few times and nodded. "Right. Of course. Thank you."
"I'll send him up." He told her, exiting the room.
She let out a deep breath. Too much was happening in too short a time. She played numbly with the sheets, trying to figure everything out.
As soon as Adrian entered the room, she relaxed. "Hey." She smiled.
He smiled back, sitting down at the edge of the bed. "The Earl has allowed me to stay the night."
Her eyes lit up. "Really?"
He nodded. "Not in this room, of course."
She blushed. "No, of course not."
"Heehee," he poked her cheek, "The disappointment in your voice does me in, dearie." He whined.
She reached for his hands and took them in her own. "I'm not tired yet, but will you stay with me until I fall asleep?"
"Of course, dearest," he cocked his head to the side, "but you really should try and sleep."
She winced. "I'm…scared."
He caressed her cheek gently with the back of his hand. "You've nothing to be frightened of."
Her lashes fluttered. "I know…it's just…been quite a day…"
He brought her face to his and kissed her sweetly. "I'm here, love."
Her heart began to beat furiously against her chest. "Will you hug me?"
He fell into the bed, pulling her down with him, and held her up against his chest, covering her face completely with his thick robes. "Like this?"
Giggles erupted from the half-demoness. "You're squishing me!"
"Is that not comfortable? Heehee!" his fingers trailed teasingly across her back and then down to her sides, tickling her.
She squirmed, laughing, getting lost in his robes. "Adrian!" she gasped, "Adrian stop! It tickles!" she squealed with laughter.
Adrian chuckled deeply, momentarily stopping his gleeful torture, and held her tightly, burying his face in her hair. "You scared me, woman." His fingers brushed her hair, combing it out of her eyes.
She reached up to part his bangs, and looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry." She told him. "But I don't plan on leaving you any time soon."
"Sign a contract with me." He breathed into her ear.
She gasped. "Adrian-"
"It's the only way I can ensure your safety."
Her heart swelled just then. There was no better feeling in the world than knowing Adrian wanted to protect her. That he loved her, just as much as she loved him. She bit her lip and nodded. "Ok," she smiled, "I'll do it for you."
He kissed her forehead.
"But," she breathed, "I'm going to need a few days. To figure everything out."
"As you wish, darling." He nuzzled her and kissed her forehead again. She smiled and let her eyes flutter closed. He had always smelled good, but now she could smell his everything. His love for her. His anxiousness. The fear and the worry he felt for her. And it was almost as though his original scent had intensified, so she allowed herself to drown in it, falling easily into sleep.
"How is she?" Ciel demanded.
"Sleeping soundly, hehe. She'll be out all night."
"Good. Sebastian, will you show Undertaker to his room?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Earl Phantomhive." Adrian said.
"Yes?"
"I appreciate everything you're doing, for her."
Ciel looked annoyed. "She's my head maid. I can't be short of staff." He replied easily.
"Heehee. Cold as ever." He chastised.
Adrian followed Sebastian out of the room and down the hall to where he would be sleeping.
"I feel the need to warn you, that I won't tolerate my young master losing sleep."
"Hm? I don't know what that has to do with me."
"You know quite well what I mean, Undertaker. Astrid is still a lady. To have her open her door for a man puts her in a questionable position."
Adrian laughed happily. "She won't be opening her door tonight, Demon."
Sebastian looked at him doubtfully, but opened the door to his room anyway.
"Please, enjoy the Phantomhive hospitality. If there is anything I can do to make your stay more pleasurable, let me know." He said it all with a bow.
"How courteous hehe. A demon at my beck and call, how very amusing."
"I'm sure it is." Sebastian shot him a smile that was not at all friendly.
Adrian entered his room, letting Sebastian close the door, and fell into the large bed, resting his head in his hands. He'd just have to wait patiently until he could see Astrid again. The Demon hadn't said anything about him opening the door for her…
...
Sebastian Michaelis was one hell of a butler. Therefore it was only sensible that he be prepared for any and all outcomes. And since the disgusting excuse of a reaper had been permitted to spend the night, Sebastian would have to take a few necessary precautions. He couldn't, after all, have his Young Master's sleep be interrupted by…
Well. Ciel was just a child, after all. It would be most inappropriate. Sebastian didn't quite understand the appeal of the reaper, especially now that Miss Astrid was part demon, but it wasn't his place, nor did he care. Although, even he had to admit; her newly acquired feline qualities did make her more…appealing.
Nonetheless his priority was to his Master, and so when the house had retired, and he had finished his rounds, he took care to muffle his master's ears and even handled the servants for good measure. No sooner had he finished, that he heard the mewling gasps of a cat in heat. Sebastian smiled wryly to himself, before blowing out the candelabra he held in his hand. This would be an interesting night.
Adrian shook off his heavy robes and tossed them onto the bed. He took off his various belts and threw them on top of his robes. He took a look at his grey sash, and decided to put that back on…just in case. He was left in his black shirt and pants, and his grey sash which he wore across his chest. He looked rather plain, but it would be easier to move about the manor this way. He opened his door a crack, making sure the demon wasn't around to get into his way. He slid down the halls and slipped into Astrid's room easily, finding her moaning in her sleep. She had a fistful of the bedsheets clenched in both her hands and her face was locked in a grimace, but she didn't quite look like she was in pain. He smirked, and took off his boots quietly, setting them down silently by the door. He made his way over to the bed and bent down to kiss her on the lips. She woke up with a gasp.
"Were you dreaming of me, dearie?"
"Adrian!" she breathed, looking around with sleepy confusion, "What time is it?"
"Late enough." He replied easily, climbing into bed with her.
She snuggled into him, inhaling deeply. Her eyes widened. She could smell his mixture of lust and love. It seemed to be dripping from him. "Adrian," she breathed.
"Mmm?"
"You're…I mean…"
He looked at her curiously before giggling. "What's the trouble, dearie?"
She blushed, "You just…smell like…"
Adrian smirked and pecked her lips, "You can pick up quite a bit with that new nose, can't you?"
Her cheeks turned an ever darker shade of pink, his lustful scent intensifying as he looked at her.
He climbed over her, pressing his chest against hers. "You're stronger now too…" he nipped her neck playfully, "I wouldn't have to hold back…"
Her eyes widened. "You've been holding back?"
He grinned wickedly. "It wouldn't do to break you, dearest."
She bit her lip, rubbing her thighs. If he had been holding back all this time, then what on earth would it feel like if he thrusted into her with all his strength? Her blood rushed at the thought, and she found herself already shaking with want.
He licked her cheek, and the contact made her shiver.
"I'm going to ravage you slowly, dearest. Until you scratch me with your claws and beg."
Her breathing hitched as he looked at her. "A-Adrian?"
He kissed her deeply, and she moaned into him reflexively. He chuckled darkly, licking her cheek again. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes." She breathed.
"What were you dreaming about?"
"I," she hesitated, "I don't remember."
He bit her neck gently. "I can tell when you're lying." He sang.
She turned bright red. "Well…"
He peppered kisses across her neck.
"We were together…I've never had a dream like that before…"
He smiled widely as he kissed her, his tongue tracing her lips. "And what were we doing?" His fingers trickled down her sides and over her thighs, pushing up the fabric of her night gown.
She closed her eyes, unable to look at him, "What we always do…when we're together."
He trailed kisses to her ear, flicking her earlobe with his tongue, and with his fingers he pinched the inside of her thigh.
She let out a soft yelp.
He brought his face back over to her, a few stray strands of his grey locks falling on either side of her face. His predatory eyes were visible to her, and it made her heart pound.
"Shall we try something new?"
Her plain brown eyes flashed hot pink, and Adrian inhaled sharply, staring at her in awe.
"W-what?"
He pecked her lips. "You really are a demon…" his voice was particularly husky.
"I felt my blood rush, just now." She confessed.
He giggled, "Your eyes changed color."
"Really?"
He tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth. "Really."
"What color?"
"Almost red. The color of excited blood, dearest."
She bit her lip, trying to hold back a smile. "Well…I am excited."
Undertaker smiled down at the small girl below him, and sat up to undo his sash. "Do you trust me, love?"
"Of course."
"Close your eyes."
She closed her eyes, taking in anxious breaths as she waited to see what Adrian would do.
"Sit up." He whispered.
She did as she was told, and soon enough felt a soft fabric covering her eyes. She giggled. "What are you doing?"
"Blindfolding you." He said easily.
"Blindfold?"
He tied the cloth tightly around her head, securing it in place. "Your senses have sharpened, so this will be fun, heehee."
Nothing had happened, and already her heart was pounding.
"Now, dearie," he breathed into her ear, and she shivered, "Make those sounds I like so much."
"Wha-"
He bit on her neck and she whimpered, nearly caving into him. He licked the wound, his warm tongue sending little bursts of electricity to run through her. Worst of all she could sense his lust, and it seemed to be giving her a strange sort of energy.
She still sat upright as his hands pinned her fists down against the mattress. He tugged on her ear with his teeth. "Louder."
"They'll hear…" she whispered.
He bit her cheek playfully. "Don't you trust me, love?"
"Y-yes…"
"Then do as I say."
He said it darkly, making her heart jump with new excitement.
He began to suck her neck, and she couldn't help but moan, knowing for a fact that he was leaving his mark on her. Just when she thought he'd had enough, he moved on to a new spot, leaving a new mark. She had to press her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure he was building up in her. All of this with just a few bites to her neck?
He moved yet again, tightening his grip on her wrists, his tongue tracing the front of her throat. She inhaled sharply. If he bit down it would hurt, she was almost sure. She hadn't ever felt so vulnerable before. His teeth grazed over the sensitive skin but he didn't bite down until he got to the very bottom, where her chest met her throat.
She yelped in pain and he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her skin closer to his lips. He nibbled the delicate flesh, and she began to feel dizzy in the best way. If he continued like this he'd be sure to draw blood. But...it felt...good.
"A-Adrian." She had intended to stop him, but as he continued to suck his name came out as a moan.
"Heehee…" he licked her once more, "That's good, love." He caught her chin in his hand and kissed her, sucking on her bottom lip. "You're trembling, dearie."
She let out a shaky breath. She couldn't help it. He had hit every weak spot on her neck, and the warmth between her thighs was turning into an ache. And his lust…it smelled so strongly that she could very nearly taste it.
She could feel him begin to fumble with the strings of her nightgown, but he was taking extra care to not touch her skin. The anticipation was killing her.
She took advantage of the fact that he no longer had a hold on her wrists and reached out to try and hold his face. "Adrian-"
He held her hands and brought them to his lips, kissing them. "You're so impatient…"
"Can you blame me?"
The mattress shifted, and she could feel his breath on her ear. "Don't make me tie up your hands too, dearie."
She tensed up as her heart began to beat furiously against her chest. She bit her lip, shaking her head. If her hands were tied up she wouldn't be able to touch him, and for some reason, she didn't think she'd be able to handle that.
He licked her, flicking his tongue, murmuring the words "Good girl."
He tugged at the fabric of her dress, and it slid past her shoulders easily, bunching up at the edge of her hips. His long nails trailed down her stomach, tantalizing her skin and leaving goosebumps. He pushed her down gently, so that she was face up on the bed.
She gasped softly, as his hands began to massage her breasts.
"Mmm…"
As the sound escaped her lips he stopped, pulling away so that only his nails teased her skin, running over her hardened nipples.
She bucked her hips involuntarily. "Adrian."
"Shh." He chastised sharply, pinching her nipples, and she yelped.
He gave a wicked grin, though she couldn't see it.
As she felt his tongue touch her skin, her breathing became ragged, coming out in uneven pants. He dragged his tongue between her breasts, before moving over and suckling gently. It wasn't anywhere near good enough to satiate her. He was building her up, coaxing her, and it was torture. Complete and absolute torture.
She clenched her teeth. He really had gotten a bit too good at this. No doubt it was a result of the way he'd memorized her body. She felt him tug at her dress, and she was going to lift her hips to help him get it off, but with another strong tug, she heard the fabric rip.
"Adrian!"
He kissed her to silence her. "You won't be needing it."
His warm hands squeezed her sides, before his nails trickled down her thighs, and his fingers slipped in between her folds.
Her back arched, and she clenched the sheets.
Again he couldn't contain his wry smile as he lowered his face to her thighs, biting softly and then sucking her flesh. He watched her reactions, reveling in them, wondering just how much longer his treasure would be able to hold out. The poor thing was absolutely dripping. He couldn't help himself; he ran his tongue over her juices, lapping them up.
She moaned, her hands fumbling to find his hair, and once they did, they tugged roughly. He smiled into her skin, kissing her sex, and then pried her hands away from him. He pinned her wrists on either side of her waist, as he continued to lap her up, her sweet juices flowing just for him.
The scent was overwhelming. He began to wonder if he would be able to hold out.
He slid his tongue in and shrieked, her thighs squeezing his face, her hips bucking into him desperately.
"A-Adrian…p-please…"
He smacked his lips together, swallowing her sweetness, "Heehee…good, love. Beg."
Astrid was falling into a dizzying bliss. She was sort of thankful for the sash that covered her eyes, because she just knew he was staring at her with those wolf-like eyes, and that alone was enough to take her over the edge.
He pulled away from her sweet spot and trailed kisses up her stomach and to her lips, so that she could taste herself. She moaned, wrapping her arms around him as his hips moved in circular motions against hers.
He held the back of her neck with one hand and the other slid down to pay attention to her slit. She gasped into his mouth.
"Need something, dearest?"
"Y-Y-Yes." Her lip trembled.
He nibbled her neck and she winced, the newly formed bruises making her skin extra sensitive.
His fingers continued to stroke her in irregular patterns, making her all the more desperate. She let out a sound that was a mix of cry and groan, and her fingers raked down his back. She felt a warm, thick liquid on her fingers. He grunted.
She gasped. Had she made him bleed? "I'm sorry-"
She was cut off by the sound of his laughter, as he peppered her face with kisses. "That'll do love. Now tell me what you want."
"I want you." Her voice was raspy, and she realized she had somehow managed to tangle her legs with his.
He bit her cheek. "Ask politely."
She winced, losing the last bit of patience she had left. "Mr. Undertaker, please break me." She tried to say it in as sweet a voice as she could manage.
Adrian licked his lips. She had never been this blunt. She must be completely raving, he thought. He kissed her deeply as he began to undress himself. She drew her tongue across his lips and he groaned, pressing himself even tighter against her. Having her blindfolded and trembling beneath him was setting him off.
With the last of his clothing removed, he positioned himself at her entrance, kneeling above her. But something was wrong. He needed to see her eyes: the flowing anticipation they held, and the way the lust rushed over them as he pushed himself inside.
He pressed himself in, but just barely, and she gasped, her mouthing opening. She wriggled when he didn't move.
"Adrian," she pleaded, "No more teasing."
He pulled off the sash as he pushed himself all the way into her, watching her face contort in twisted pleasure.
Her voice rolled out like a wave, her 'ahs' rising and falling as he thrusted. Without thinking she grabbed his hair, tugging harshly and pulling him to her. She kissed him fiercely, engulfed in passion.
He giggled into her lips. "Feisty kitty."
Her cheeks flushed as embarrassment washed over her.
He sighed, cupping her cheeks. "So beautiful…"
He pumped harder just then, and her back arched as she yelped in response. She gripped his shoulders, trying her hardest not to dig her nails too deeply into his skin.
She loved him, and he felt wonderful, but as the scent of his lust compounded with hers, it wasn't enough. She needed to feel more.
"D-Deeper…" she whimpered.
His eyes went wide as he stared at his delicate lover. He stopped moving. "What?"
"Deeper…" she mewled, trying to scratch his arms, as her body began to shake, "P-Please."
Adrian pulled out of her, and with otherworldly strength yanked her away from the bed. He led her around to the edge, and turned her so that she was facing the same direction as he.
"Adrian-"
He bent her over roughly, nearly shoving her entire face into the mattress.
"Hold on tightly to the bedpost," he growled, rubbing his member against her wet folds. She moaned.
"Don't let go." He ordered.
She held on tightly, bracing herself, but nothing could have prepared her for when he entered her. She cried out, a pleasure induced scream emanating from the depths of her throat.
Adrian released his own deep growl as he pulled out and pushed back in just as quickly, earning him another scream. He chuckled, pressing his chest against her back as he reached for the sash, expertly hooking it around her mouth but tying it clumsily at the back of head, his lust clouding his mind. He bit her shoulder before he stood back up, gripping her hips and thrusting into her roughly, her screams muted by the sash.
She had never before felt so much of him all at once. With every stroke he hit the very depths of her body, making her legs quiver in response. Jolts of pleasure pulsed through her, reaching her fingertips and toes, making them curl despite the fact that she was standing. With every thrust he pushed out a moan, one she couldn't fully form because of the restraint around her mouth. Soon enough she started to see stars, his movements making her mind blur with pleasure, his scent sending her into a confused and hungry frenzy for more.
He slowed his pumps to lick her spine, causing goosebumps to spread across her skin. He noticed her legs start to shake.
"Adrian, Adrian, Adrian!" her voice was so desperate when it was muffled by the fabric, but yet it still managed to match against his thrusts. The way her raspy voice choked out his name was nearly enough to do him in.
She could hardly take it anymore. He was so thick and delicious inside her, the way he expertly hit the spot that made her vision hazy.
Adrian felt her walls begin to suck him in and he knew she was just on the edge of her bliss. He continued mercilessly, determined to make her fall to her knees in exhaustion.
She let out a sharp scream, despite the fabric blocking her mouth, and tossed her head back in pleasure, her knuckles white from grasping the bed post so tightly. Her legs shook and her knees buckled, but Adrian held her up so that he could pump his cream into his broken lover.
She trembled in his arms as he undid the sash, her pretty lips red from the strain of the bondage.
"Adrian…" she murmured.
"Oh, dearest." He pulled her into him, relaxing on the bed once more. "Where's that laughter I like so much?"
She giggled softly, murmuring and nuzzling into him drowsily. He smiled, kissing her forehead, and her giggles became louder.
"I think," she bit her lip, trying to contain her laughter, "You broke me."
"Heehee," he caressed her curves, holding her sweetly, so that their hearts could beat against each other, "Astrid." He breathed, nuzzling her face.
"Yes?"
He pushed his hair out of the way, so that he could look into her eyes properly.
"I love you."
He watched as her eyes flashed a light pink, a much softer color than before, and tears welled in her eyes, though she did not let them fall.
"I love you too." She whispered, melting into him.
He hugged her, tossing the covers over them so that they could sleep warmly.
A/N: Hi! I know it takes me about a month to update each chapter, and I just wanted to thank everyone for their patience and for following this story in the first place! The reviews are so encouraging and great to read, and it really helps when I get stuck with writer's block. So thank you all for being awesome ^_^ As always, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and let me know what you think! Happy reading~