Cordelia’s tear-rimmed eyes angrily shot back his glare, “How could I forget? You’re Angelus. Big, scary Angelus. I know that. Plus you’re sitting on top of me and I can’t fucking breathe!” she gasped out.
Angelus hadn’t realized that she was indeed taking the brunt of his weight. Stupid humans…and their ridiculous need for oxygen.
He still didn’t move away from her, instead he chose to move down her body. Spreading her denim-clad legs, Angelus sat back on his heels admiring the way she looked…chained up and eying him with contempt. He couldn’t wait to show her the pleasures of a sadistic bastard. Her unwillingness made it all the more sweeter.
“Look, I don’t know exactly what you want from me so why don’t you tell me. Obviously you don’t want me dead otherwise you would have killed me already. So what’s the deal? Why do you have me trussed up here like a turkey?” Cordelia tried to reason but her sarcastic nature always getting the best of her.
“You’re right. I don’t want you dead. In fact, I want you alive and kicking. Preferably underneath me while I’m fu…” Angelus said just before being cut off.
“Hell No! Look, I’ll do anything you want me to but for the record, there will be no exchange of bodily fluids what-so-ever. Got it, chump?” Cordelia threatened in the most intimidating voice she could come up with.
Angelus pulled a mock-serious expression with a narrowed brow, “Sure Cordy, whatever you say.” as he continued to move his hands down her wriggling body until they reached her hips. Carefully he undid her belt and held it up in front of her face, “You know, this could come in handy later.” and laid the article of leather down beside her body.
Cordelia looked on in complete horror. She was mortified that he was continuing on down her body, touching her, doing things to her that she didn’t want him too and yet it felt sinfully good. Cordy couldn’t stop the tremors that were shooting up and down her body when he eyed her like she was just what he needed to fulfill his own desires. His hands were driving her insane and there was no way that she could get him to stop their skilled tirades from teasing the inner most private crevices of her body.
Suddenly, snapping back to reality she realized that she was now completely naked and the only sensation that she felt was the rubbing of Angelus’ leather pants on the insides of her thighs. She needed to break free. She needed a plan…
“Mmm… Angelus! Don’t stop!” she suddenly cried out, trying to inject as much passion and feeling into her moaning as possible.
Angelus rubbed his palms up and down the sides of her hips and gently trailed kisses along her pelvis.
He didn’t just crawl out of his grave yesterday…Cordelia was trying to play him. He could detect the measured moans. Cordelia had to be the worst actress he’d ever seen. Angelus had been through enough decades with Darla to know when he was being played.
“You like that? I knew you would…” he murmured against her warm skin. He wanted to see just how far he would be able to get in this little game she was playing.
Cordelia sucked in her breath as she felt Angelus’ tongue dance along her inner thighs and unconsciously shifted her legs a little wider. Suddenly, she realized what she was doing…more importantly, who she was doing it with. Angelus.
That bastard was trying to seduce her!
Cordelia Chase was no fool.
Tugging on the chains and arching her hips up in his direction, Cordelia did her best in pleading with lust, “Mmm…please Angelus, I want to touch you…Take these off…I need to feel you…”
Angelus prodded his fingers along her core and could feel scalding warmth emanating from her most private crevice. In long, languid strokes, he rubbed up and down, making sure that he hit her clitoris to give her that extra little sensation to set her off in the direction of bliss.
Cordelia couldn’t think straight. Her head moved from side to side as she tugged on the chains binding her. Angelus wasn’t stopping, her panting grew louder until it was ragged, her hips convulsed of their own accord and she was sent spinning into an abyss of pure pleasure.
Angelus eyed her as she climaxed. Her eyes shut firmly with her chin tilted to the ceiling while she bit her bottom lip. Her hands gripped the chains above her until her knuckles turned white and her back arched with the limberness of an ex-cheerleader.
She didn’t know what she was doing to him.
Soon, Cordelia came crashing back to reality and opened her eyes. The blood rushed to her cheeks as she huffed out, “You bastard!”. She felt humiliated.
Angelus didn’t even bother to look up at her infuriated features. Instead, he chose to kiss his up her stomach to the valley of her breasts, only to settle in to crook of her neck. He nuzzled with his lips and laid his body firmly against hers until she could feel every inch of him touching her.
Angelus had grown so hard. Watching her climax was the most erotic sight he’d ever encountered.
“Cordy? You like games don’t you?” he asked in a husky voice that made her blood pound faster.
Cordelia was so out of it that it was taking too long for her to process any thoughts whatsoever. Her only response came in soft whimpers of protest.
Angelus noticed the way her hips were arching into his and the way her entire body moved like a snake curving to meet his own. They fit together so perfectly that it was a shame that Cordelia wasn’t even aware of the things she was doing to entice him.
Her eyes were shut and her lips gently parted. Angelus brought his hand to her face and tilted it in his direction so he was now able to hover above her delicate mouth. Sliding out his tongue her reached out to taste the sweetness lingering. His thumb stroked her cheek in a gentleness that he was not accustomed to but oddly felt right in this situation.
Pressing his lips to hers, he kissed her in a long, passionate and searing way that was taking its toll on Cordelia, for she now brought up one leg to curl around his upper thighs.
Cordelia had never felt so blissful and frenzied at the same time. She was so aroused that it was taking all of her control not cry out. She didn’t want to think of Angelus and him being a demon that she should want to kill. What they were doing was wrong…bad…he was evil. But at this point, all of her morals were thrown out window. After all, surely Wesley and the rest of the gang were working on restoring Angel’s. They would be working to save her.
In the meantime, who was she to deny herself a little pleasure before life returned to its normal brooding self?
