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Sometimes I wondered what it would be like to be tender with her, to make love to her slow and gentle like and then I realized that's not what this was about for us. Sure, I loved her in some sick and twisted way that I didn't dare to understand, but this was our arrangement.
I was perfectly content with it for now. She was my equal. I didn't care that she was immortal or a child of theirs - she was my equal in ways that Lilah never could have been. This was about revenge about flesh and blood and not love. If it were about love we wouldn't be here, I'd take her away from all this.
I pressed into her, my rythm hard and merciless, she didn't want anything but this. Me inside her, fucking her senseless. It's what she craved; I liked knowing the power I had over her.
"So fucking beautiful," I said, looking dead into her eyes. She was, when I was with Eve I didn't really think about much else, when I was inside her it was all about her tight wet heat giving me exactly what I needed. She was mine and I liked it that way. I didn't think about Darla, and generally speaking I didn't even think about Angel. Until she brought it up and then it's all I thought about, because she was a means to an end. Or at least that's how it started out.
I could feel her getting close, she was always close and I always got her there, didn't bother me cause she knew exactly how to get me there with her.
I slammed into her, over and over again, pressing my palm against her small breast, kneeding it in my hand, gaining myself the exact groan I'd been wanting to hear.
"Cum for me Eve, now." It wasn't a request, it was a command, I pressed my hand between our bodies and pinched her clit hard, she exploded, her inner muscles clenching around me and I spilled into her, filling her in a way only I could.
I was perfectly content with it for now. She was my equal. I didn't care that she was immortal or a child of theirs - she was my equal in ways that Lilah never could have been. This was about revenge about flesh and blood and not love. If it were about love we wouldn't be here, I'd take her away from all this.
I pressed into her, my rythm hard and merciless, she didn't want anything but this. Me inside her, fucking her senseless. It's what she craved; I liked knowing the power I had over her.
"So fucking beautiful," I said, looking dead into her eyes. She was, when I was with Eve I didn't really think about much else, when I was inside her it was all about her tight wet heat giving me exactly what I needed. She was mine and I liked it that way. I didn't think about Darla, and generally speaking I didn't even think about Angel. Until she brought it up and then it's all I thought about, because she was a means to an end. Or at least that's how it started out.
I could feel her getting close, she was always close and I always got her there, didn't bother me cause she knew exactly how to get me there with her.
I slammed into her, over and over again, pressing my palm against her small breast, kneeding it in my hand, gaining myself the exact groan I'd been wanting to hear.
"Cum for me Eve, now." It wasn't a request, it was a command, I pressed my hand between our bodies and pinched her clit hard, she exploded, her inner muscles clenching around me and I spilled into her, filling her in a way only I could.