A bit insecure, Willow turned around to Angel to ask him what that was all about, but his kiss let her forget every coherent thought. Longing and with the same consuming passion, she responded to his demanding kiss. Invitingly she opened her lips and instantly Angel's tongue began to explore the moist cavity of her mouth. Hot shudders ran down Willow's spine and, groaning, her hands slid on their own will over Angel's muscular chest.

Angel couldn't believe with how much passion 'his' Willow responded to his kisses. He knew that they had to stop, but his demon whispered again and again with a tempting voice how right this was and when he suddenly felt Willow's gentle hands on his naked skin, he was done. With a low growl he let his hands glide to Willow's waist and under her T-shirt, while he kissed a moist path to her neck. Willow was burning from the inside when she sensed Angel's cool hands and lips on her heated skin. She was enraptured by the play of his muscles in the light of the fire ? he could only be described as looking like a marble statue from Michelangelo. Willow simply had to taste him. She bent forward und ran her tongue from Angel's shoulder blade to his left nipple. Angel was absolutely overwhelmed from the emotions that flew through him. The heat of Willow's lips left behind on his skin seemed to burn him and when she playfully began to suck at his nipple he couldn't hold back his lustful moan any longer. Angel knew that it soon would be too late for him to stop - they will have gone too far. He only knew one thing with absolute certainty - that he loved this red-haired bewitching creature with every fiber of his body and soul and he must possess her. Reluctantly, he let go of Willow to gain some distance between them, but when he looked in her lust-filled eyes he was done and all rational thoughts left his mind.

"Please, Angel," whispered Willow, breathless with passion, "I want to be yours."

Angel didn't need to hear more. He picked Willow up on his arms, who tenderly cuddled up to him and carried her in his bedroom where he placed her carefully on the silk covered bed-sheets. Willow hardly could see anything in the dark and so she reached blindly for the shadow who loomed above her and dragged him down on her. Over and over again their tongues dueled in a passionate dance old as time itself while their hands explored one another?s bodies. Soon all clothes were gone and Angel's lips trailed gently over Willow's, nibbling delicately at the soft curve of her smile. He buried his fingers in her fiery hair, his body searching for her warmth. Willow sighed and moved slowly against him simply enjoying the feeling of his caressing fingers. A shudder, which had nothing to do with the cold, ran through him. It was pure sensual desire.

Slowly Angel shifted his body until Willow lay beneath him. Her scent, the feeling of her soft body and her delicious flavor, burnt him to death. *I really shouldn't do this,* he thought, even though his blood pulsed hot and wild through his veins. Willow's skin gleamed like a pearl and a silky shimmer lay between her beautiful young breasts. Velvety darkness gleamed on her nipples, which instantly reacted to the cold air and became tight erect buds.

*Oh God, her mere sight is so exciting I'd come in an instant.* But he couldn't stop to look at her, except to touch her soft womanly forms, to taste and explore her. Angel bowed his head to her naked breasts and inhaled deeply. It was as if he took a deep breath of liquid fire. Tenderly he rubbed his forehead over one of her firm mounds. When he saw her velvety bud he couldn't resist any longer. Licking and sucking and reveling in her taste, Angel drew her nipple in his mouth. The sensations cursing through Willow's overexcited nipples flew straight to her core. Then she said, "Let me," and Angel rolled them over.

Willow straddled him as he lay flat on his back, her knees on either side of him. He moaned with need as her sex pressed hotly against his stomach. He would have grabbed her by the waist and thrust up and into her, but Willow shifted position before Angel could move. She leaned forward, and his head strained upward to suckle her breasts once more while her fingers took a long, sweet time trailing fire across his chest and throat and belly. Willow kissed him then, her tongue as talented a dancer as the rest of her. He moaned low in his throat, and the sound turned into a demanding growl as he shifted them again.

As ripples of pleasure shot through his loins and up his spine, his fingers stroked between her legs, teasing her moist, soft folds and the sweetly swollen nub. Willow forgot everything but the delicious waves of sensation overwhelming her. She'd never known pleasure like this, yet her body yearned for deeper, more intense passion. Her hips lifted with building hunger, her legs fell open before his gentle onslaught.

"Please", Willow begged, her body shivering with unsatisfied lust.

"Yes," Angel answered huskily, and loomed over her, thrusting deeply, smoothly, completely into her. Thunder rolled through her and lightning consumed her, but she was part of the storm, equal to him in fervor. Willow's need was terrifying, exhilarating, devastating, wonderful.

As Angel's weight pressed Willow down she strained upward, meeting each thrust as their bodies fit perfectly together, skin gliding against skin in sweet friction. Her legs went around his waist and she clung there, muscles straining, urging him into her. When Angel felt her first waves of orgasm fly through her body he shifted into game face and bit gently into her pulse point and followed her over the edge with one last thrust. Slowly Willow recovered from her climax by the soft purring of Angel, who lapped contently the last drops of blood from her bite mark. Sleepily, she snuggled closer to his cool and comforting body, whispering their love for each other, and they both fell into an exhausted sleep.