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Angel of Mercy - Silk (continued) He set her down to stand next to the bed, facing away from him, so he could undo the ties on her bodice. Once undone, the dress slipped easily off her body, settling in a silvery pool at her feet. He brushed the hair away from the back of her neck to rain kisses over her shoulders, when he noticed faint markings on her shoulder blades. She had what appeared to be wings, tattooed in henna on her back. He didn't recall seeing these before, but it seemed to explain a whole lot more about this mysterious woman. He embraced her and breathed in the vanilla scent in her hair as she molded perfectly against him. She turned around in his arms and wrapped her hands behind his neck, pressing against him and making him so hot he thought his clothes would simply burn off from the heat. Reluctantly, he pushed her away, gently biding her down to the bed. He could see her studying his body as he pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his shorts, and it made him feel so good to be admired by someone of her beauty. She reached for him, but he instructed her to lie back on the bed. "Like I said, I never got a chance to thank you." He grinned, resting on top of her, braced up by his elbows. He kissed her passionately, sucking on her exploring tongue, before trailing down her chin and throat. She whispered his name, resting her hands on his shoulders as he continued down to her breasts. Alternating between his tongue and his teeth, he licked and nibbled at each breast until the nipples stood out warm and red. He kissed down her stomach until he settled between her legs; her musky smell enticing him to taste her. He exhaled a slow, hot breath and felt her legs quiver. She moaned as soon as he placed his mouth on her, sucking at her clit. He replaced his mouth with his thumb, and thrust his tongue into her wetness, tasting her sweet and salty juices. He pressed his tongue into her as deep as he could, and she writhed against him, sliding her hands over his head, murmuring her pleasure. He added two fingers with his tongue, and watched her passion burn, so exposed. "Mark...please..." She begged. He could feel her tightening up, coming close, and removed his tongue to suck at her clit again, continuing to stroke his fingers in and out. She pleaded him again for release, and he increased the tempo, nipping at her as he felt her nearing the edge. He exchanged his hand for his mouth again, rubbing her swollen clit between his fingers as he pushed his tongue inside along with his fingers. He could hear her nails rake against fabric as she gripped the sheets, and feel the tremors that passed through her body. She clenched, bucking against him and screaming his name as her juices spilled into his mouth. He had never tasted anything so exquisite. He pulled away from her and lay at her side, cradling her as she struggled to come down from her high. Stroking her hair, he softly spoke her name, and kissed the beads of sweat from her forehead. She lifted her head to look into his eyes; her skin flushed and her lips an enticing pink. She brought him down for a kiss, swirling her tongue in his mouth, tasting herself. Rolling over on her back, she pulled him with her, guiding him into her. He groaned as he felt her warmth and wetness enclosing his shaft. How often had he felt this in his dreams, he thought, as he began to pump into her. She wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles behind his back, as he sat up on his knees to afford himself a deeper thrust. Holding on to her waist, he thrust into her, watching her face for any sign of pain. His release was foremost in his mind, but he wanted her to feel it too; she seemed so delicate, he could never forgive himself if he hurt her. She accepted everything he gave to her; desire reflected in her open eyes that bored into his soul. He could feel his control slipping away. Faster and harder he rammed into her until he came with a loud growl, his heat filling her as he could feel her gripping around him, draining him as she moaned and writhed through her own orgasm. Her legs fell from his side and he collapsed on top of her, her name panting across his lips, as he slid one arm under her to hold her tight. She breathed against his ear, embracing him as he let his weight settle on her. Suddenly overcome with fatigue, he rolled to her side and fought the desire to drift off to sleep. He kept one arm still wrapped around her to make sure she didn't slip away from him, although he knew it was inevitable. When his body had relaxed, she somehow managed to wriggle free of his grip, and arose to slip her dress back on. Her movements had woken him up, and sadly he knew she was leaving him again. "Please don't go." He said softly, turning to face her. She sat down next to him on the bed. "My dear Mark," she whispered, "if I could find a way to stay, I would." He thought he saw her eyes begin to glisten. "But I cannot. I have to go." "I know." He sighed. "Will you come back again?" She nodded. "As long as you need me, I will." She leaned over and kissed his lips softly. He felt a tear fall on his cheek before she pulled away and rose from the bed. He watched her walk from his room and heard her footsteps fade away. She was gone...again. He touched his cheek, then his lips, tasting her salty tear. The skies outside his window had darkened, and he heard raindrops beginning to tap at the glass. He buried his face into the pillow, the lingering scent of vanilla soothing him as he willed himself back into his dreams. Copyright TMS2003 Creed Fanfic Page   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)