He knew exactly what she wanted but he wanted to hear it from her. He wanted to hear her voice come from her lips. When she didn't answer, he gave her another kiss.

"Angel…"

She had been focused on his lips, the way it pressed down on hers. When she heard her name rumble through his throat, she looked up to his eyes. It was still a dark gold. She realized what she was making him feel.

"The..." she licked her lips. His eyes followed the way her tongue swiped through. "The book said grinding."

"And how do you want me to do that?" He leaned down and kissed her throat. He sucked at a patch, which cause her to moan. "Do you want my hands…or?"

He trailed off letting her finish the sentence. He kissed down her neck and shoulder.

"Cock." She whispered, knowing he'd hear her.

He slipped his hand from her bottom and around her thigh. He gently pulled her legs apart.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" He said as he kept his hand on her thigh and looked at her through his eyelashes.

She nodded. Then he dropped his bottom half, so he'd meet her at her core. She let out a half moan, half grunt as she felt the gentle impact of him on her. He was heavy. But it was good kind of heavy. He didn't move. He just let himself lie there on top of her, not crushing her. She felt good under him. He could feel her heat as he struggled to not move unless she said so.

"I want…"

He looked at her. Kissed her throat as he finally moved. He relished in the way she wrapped her arms around him, her nails digging into whatever part of her back she could reach. He pressed himself against her hard, moving up and down. He watched her as her mouth dropped.

If someone were to ask her to describe the feeling, she wouldn't be able to. This was so much better than the pressure of the palm of her hand. She loved the way he rubbed against her covered mound. She let out a gasp as pressure built quickly.

"Hell-Hellboy," she whispered a moan. He watched her. She looked into her eyes. "I…"

"You're almost there?" He whispered back, moving harder and faster. He gripped her thigh and picked it up. He set her leg around him, and she got the message. She lifted her other leg around him, and he shifted to grind her deeper and she moaned at the new sensation. She tipped her head back. He could tell she was almost there without having her answer him. It aroused him so much to see the expressions on her face. The way her mouth opened in pleasure.

He kissed her hard then moved his kisses down her neck. He knew she liked that so far. He felt her heels dig into the small of his back. He peeked by turning his head and saw her skin flushing a deep pink. She was too close to the edge, so he opened his mouth and set his teeth on her flesh. He bit down gently, and she cried out.

Her body shuddered under his. It almost set him off, but he held back. This was for her. Not him. He pulled his mouth up and watched her face as she went through the stages of an orgasm. Her eyes were closed, but her eyes moved rapidly underneath. Her body slowed down to a stop. Her arms still around him. His hand still next to her head, and the other gripping on her thigh, trying not to let himself release. Her eyes fluttered open and she turned to meet his eyes.

"Wow…that was…"

"Different?" He smiled. She nodded, "very different."

He pecked her lips and released the grip on her leg. He pushed on his one arm, accidently pressing his bottom down on her sensitive area. Her body jerked and she let out a little gasp.

He grinned, "Sorry. I was just trying to get off you. But you're uh…trapping me here."

She realized her legs were still tightly wound around his back and she moved them off. Then he was able to lift his body up with a groan. The pressure he had given to her lessened and he was too tight. He rolled off her and collapsed on his back beside her. His member stood, restrained by his pants. He moved his body but let out a groan instead as it seemed to cause him more pleasure as it moved.

Angel took a deep breath, the pleasure thrumming through her body. She felt more satisfied than she ever had before. She could now understand what having a sexual partner could do for her body. She sat up and looked over. The sight of Hellboy laying on the bed with his member hiding but standing at attention took her breath away. The books didn't really have any advice about this one.

She cleared her throat, catching his attention. When he looked at her, she spoke. "So, um…what do you do now?"

He gave a quick laugh at her innocence of all things sexual and sat up. He muffled his groan and adjusted his pants. But it didn't do much for him.

"Now I take care of myself…unless you want to do it?" He looked at her and wiggled his eyebrows.

She laughed, "I wouldn't have any idea how. It might be better for you until I'm ready."

He nodded, "That's fine. You can go get cleaned up if you want. There are more pants in the drawer." He pointed to the dresser. She stood up then turned.

"How'd you know I'd want a change?"

He raised an eyebrow at her. She really asked that. He grinned, "I can smell you."

She flushed with embarrassment. Of course, he can smell her.

What a stupid question.

She turned and headed to the dresser. He shook his head in amazement. He watched as she pulled out more clothes and went into the bathroom. The second the door clicked; he went into action. He undid his pants, pulled down his boxers so it could spring out without restriction. He palmed himself and threw his head back. Sensation of shock went through his stomach at the touch. He stroked himself just thinking about what just happened. He imagined what it would be like if she had been ready and let him slip inside her. The image of just doing that set him off and he let out a groan as he capped the shaft with his hand and caught the spillage. He could feel the way it pulsed, the way it rippled as it continued to spill his seed.

It went far longer than he expected then it finally stopped. He sighed with relief. He felt good. He stood up and grabbed a few tissues to clean himself up. By the time the bathroom door opened, he had stuffed himself back into his pants, tissues thrown into the trashcan, and turned to face the woman he had just grinded to an orgasm.

She came out of the bathroom and walked towards him. She was a little shy now since they had done this extremely intimate act only a week after meeting him. She stopped in front of him and gave him a little smile.

"I take it you enjoyed that?"

She nodded with a hum, "It was…really enjoyable. Thank you."

He stepped closer to her and wrapped an arm around her. He pulled her into a kiss. Then pulled his head back.

"I'm glad. I wouldn't mind doing it again…soon," He said.

She blushed and she wrapped her arms around his neck then pulled them down his arms. She had forgotten about the bracelet she wore and when she reached his hands, the bracelet touched his. The second his stoned hand touched the bracelet, it glowed, and pain snatched at her wrist.