Chapter 84

Wow, she was overloading him, but Crow didn't break the kiss, taking each feeling she was pouring forth as it came. He was returning it, knowing some things didn't need to be said, they could be felt, especially when they came from the soul and the heart. Words between people like them, who knew each other so well, were sometimes pointless anyway.

It was all lust with Ash, a dark lust from the spell she was under. Her kiss with Ash was NOTHING compared to this one with Crow. And she really wasn't THAT drunk that she didn't know what she was doing. Melyssa didn't want to talk, she just wanted to feel and opened her mouth when Crow's tongue swiped along her lips, moaning at the first taste of him in over two years. He tasted like blackberries and she wasn't sure if it was from the food and drinks at this event tonight or what, but it made her hungry for more.

Why is he kissing me like this if he thinks of me as a sister? That question had the WORST timing of popping into her head and it made Melyssa break the kiss, severing the moment between them, her cloudy passion-filled turquoise orbs staring down into liquid red fire. "I-I'm…" It was hard to breathe after that, she needed a few seconds to take in some gulps of air. "I'm not your sister. And I never was." She pressed a finger to his lips, shaking her head. "You kissed me back and I know you enjoyed it as much as I did…and I KNOW you would never kiss me like you just did, unless you felt something for me too. We're not family, you're NOT my family – you're something far more and you always have been." Rean, I really hope you're right about this and the risk is worth taking.

"Just shut up, Lyssa," Crow chuckled, his voice lower, grittier than it usually was. "You always overthink everything." And she had since they were kids. He popped his hips up, letting her feel the erection he was sporting in these slacks that hid absolutely nothing. They were designed for formal events, not hiding stiff dicks because polite gentlemen did not sport wood at formal events. Thank the Goddess, he wasn't a gentleman. "That's not from thinking of you as a sister, I haven't thought of you that way in quite some time."

It had just taken him a bit to sort out those feelings and thoughts, after getting his memories back in full force, and within days she had been taken. His words brought a huge smile to her face and she leaned forward to softly kiss him again, this time cupping the side of his face. She purposely wiggled a little to feel his erection, making him groan against her lips and Melyssa pulled back, rubbing her nose against his.

"Take me back to your place, Crow. As much as I want you here on this lounge chair, I don't think it would be wise for us to get caught at a work function. And…I'm going to need help out of this dress." She spoke softly against his lips and felt his hands reach down lower to squeeze her backside through the dress, reluctantly pulling back to get off him, so he could stand up as well.

Oh sweet Aidios, Ash inwardly groaned as Crow and Melyssa made their leave, hand in hand. Was Crow trying to hide an erection? He needed brain bleach. Casual acquaintances for sure, he wasn't sure they would ever be able to repair their friendship because of the things he had done, only time would tell. He just hoped she wasn't making a repeat with Crow that she had with him, so far… she was off to a terrible start on that. He met Rean's eyes, frowning for a moment before shrugging.

Rean had a 'they'll be fine' look on his face and Ash just nodded, hoping so.

Crow had a lot going for him.

For starters, he wasn't Ash.

She was never in love with Ash either. It was the spell planting that seed in her mind, making her believe it was Ash she loved when really, it was Crow all along. Maybe things were messy and complicated, but she didn't care. Rean had given her some advice…the same advice she had given him and she hoped he had taken it the same way she did. Alisa deserved to know the truth of how he felt just like Crow deserved to know how Melyssa felt for him. Life was too short and they never knew what the future held with Ouroboros lurking in the shadows.

The moment they were in the orbal limousine on their way back to the apartment, Crow pulled Melyssa on his lap to sit sideways and they devoured each other's lips for the duration of the trip. By the time they made it back to the apartment complex, both Crow and Melyssa's lips were swollen and they were both breathless. Whatever kind of tipsy she had been at the party, that was long gone. Now, it was just all her without any kind of impairment, no matter how slight it had been.

"Come on."

He guided her out of the orbal limousine, wrapping his arm firmly around her waist to keep her almost trapped at his side. There was no way he was letting her go, not after they had just gotten each other so thoroughly worked up. Crow had undone his collar completely, the top of his shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and he did not feel bad in the slightest that the windows of that posh orbal limousine had been fogged up. Her arm was firmly around his waist, going with him without any hesitation, without a doubt in her mind. They made it up to his apartment and she watched with bated breath as he opened the door, looking back at her.

"Last chance to back out, Armbrust." His response was to yank her flush against his body and kiss her breathless again, backing her into his apartment until he could kick the door shut.

Melyssa melted against him, burying her fingers in his hair as he pressed her back against the door, flipping the lock on it just to be on the safe side. Crow was never too careful these days and she didn't blame him. They broke the kiss and he spun her around to where her hands planted on the door, feeling and hearing his hand guide the zipper of her dress down. It wasn't his hand doing the unzipping, however, it was his teeth and she noticed it because his hands were planted firmly on her hips. That made her panties dampen further, especially when he began kissing his way up the length of her spine.

"Crow…"

Flipping the lock was a habit, anyone who tried entering that door and hadn't been 'accepted' by the ward, via his blood mingled with theirs, would go flying backward. He pitied any burglar who tried burgling here tonight. That was a lot harder than it looked, using teeth to unzip a gown, but the way her voice had dropped to a husky, seductive pitch and her body had quivered ever so slightly, told him it was a move that did some wicked things to her. He made a mental note to keep it in the section repertoire, just not to overuse it. Crow began gently bunching the material in his fists, pulling back to watch as it slowly came down and saw her wiggle her shoulders until it dropped to her waist, leaving her bare back in his line of vision. When Melyssa shifted just a little, turning to look at him, there was a side view of her breasts, the curve and his mouth began watering.

Not bothering to remove the rest of the dress quite yet, Crow continued his way up her back until he arrived at her shoulders, gliding his lips and tongue on her soft skin. Melyssa lulled her head back as soon as his lips attached to the side of her neck, her hand instantly reaching up to bury in his hair. His strong, warm, calloused hands cupped both of her bare breasts and she hissed out at the slight tweak of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

No, being with Ash was NOTHING compared to this – the amount of passion and intensity between her and Crow was off the charts. Her neck was completely bare, thanks to her hair being up in that crown of curls on top of her head, so Crow had free reign to her flesh. He was going to make her burst into flames before this night ended, she simply knew it.

All she had to do was ask him nicely to fuck her good and proper and he would, he was polite that way. Since she didn't, but DID give him a lot of soft sighs, lusty moans and even a grunt when he smacked that firm, begging for it, backside, he continued on torturing her. She'd call Uncle when she had enough. Taking her by the hips, he guided her away from the door before running his hands up along her arms until his fingers circled her wrists, leaning his upper body into hers. Now her lower half was away from the door and she was almost bent over.

That dress was coming down and he was having a snack.

Melyssa was drowning in a sea of lust and ecstasy, her eyes opening to watch her dress being pulled all the way off. She stepped out of it, kicking her heels off as well, leaving her clad in just a deep red thong that matched the dress. Crow growled in her ear, his hands squeezing her luscious backside and continued devouring her neck. He muttered something about snack time and she didn't fully catch it, her mind cloudy and hazy. Whatever he wanted to do to her, she was up for it and her thong was soaked in the front. She'd been soaked the moment she kissed him on that lounge chair on the veranda at the party and the way he made her feel just lit her ablaze further.

"You have too many clothes on, lover." Turning in his arms, her hands began unfastening the buttons of his shirt and kissed her way down with each button undone until it was removed completely. "Mmm, that's more like it…"

His response was to whip her right back around and plant her against that door, growling as he dropped to his knees so said luscious backside was right in his line of vision. Crow brought both hands down to palm each cheek. "Bend back over and quit turning around, Lyssa." He ordered, lightly slapping each cheek when she made a sound halfway between a chuckle and a giggle.

At least she listened and now she was properly exposed to him, he could see how wet the crotch of those thongs were. Smirking he ran the top of his finger along her covered slit, pretty sure he could feel her quivering. She was more than quivering. She was trembling with anticipation and feeling his finger sliding up and down her soaked thong, right on her clit, did not help matters any.

"I just wanted to make us even, couldn't very well be the only one naked." What in Aidios' name was he…OH GODDESS! She was bent over and he had slid her thong down enough to hang around her ankles, keeping her in that position. Melyssa could not see what he was doing, but she DAMN SURE felt it the moment his hot breath puffed against her aching sex. "Crowww…" Was he on his knees or something behind her doing this? Every other thought and question flew out of her mind the moment he began flicking his tongue on her clit, his hands planted firmly on her cheeks and her hands were on the door, nails digging into it. "Oh, Goddess!"

She WAS the only naked one, he was still in his slacks and his dress shoes, and his shirt was still tucked, hanging down his waist and legs. He was kneeling behind, his neck angled so he could eat her out from behind. The way she had tensed almost in this position told him Ash had not been very imaginative for a sex addict, he inwardly cringed. Crow kept his hands firmly on her hips, feeling Melyssa shaking and hearing her moans as he worked her over with his tongue. Flicking at her clit before tongue fucking, his reward was her delicious juices coating his tongue each time.

Ash had been decent at foreplay, whenever he had the patience to do it, but nothing like this. He always wanted to get down to business instead of building up to it. This was new and exotic for Melyssa, and she was thoroughly enjoying feeling Crow's tongue jet in and out of her, in this position. Her thighs were trembling, the insides of them coated with her juices and she stood up on her tiptoes briefly, only for Crow to bring her back flat on the carpet. He had full control of her and she didn't mind it a bit, savoring everything he offered and wanted to do to her.

"CROW!" She bellowed out his name, her orgasm crashing over her and she completely surrendered to him, her hot juices flowing right into his greedy mouth.

And he was at the perfect angle for this, right into his greedy mouth and down his greedy throat. The wet noises he made as he sucked and slurped her dry were very appreciative, this was his new favorite flavor and he had half a mind to go grab a vial out of the kitchen and bottle some up for later because she was delicious. Crow let her go, laughing breathlessly as she turned to slump against the door and stare down at him. Melyssa was red and covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, he adored that look on her. His own face was glistening from her juices and keeping his eyes locked on her, he purposefully, slowly licked his lips.

Melyssa was mindful enough to step out of her thong, so she didn't go tripping once she could actually walk. Her thighs were shaking and her legs were pure jelly after that intense orgasm. This man was in a league all his own and if there was a better lover out there, she did not want to find him. Ever. No, there was nobody better than Crow and she knew that deep in her heart. That smirk on his face lit her on fire all over again and she bent down to capture his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue. He rose to his feet, towering over her, and pressed her back against the door. Melyssa reached down, beginning to stroke him through the pants he had on, and giggled seductively at his growl.

"These…need to come off…" Just to emphasize her point, a flick of her wrist unfastened those pants and her hand delved inside, feeling his warm piece of flesh wrapped around her hand. And he was very well-endowed, even more so than Ash had been, surprisingly.