Until Forever Series Book Four: Dark Matrimony Author: Meghan Email: meghanreviews@yahoo.com Summary: A smutty reunion leads to a proposal to make the exchange of Claddaghs and vows complete. However as usual with all hellmouthian weddings things happen that are of the unexpected. No one can yet decide if the presence of The Dark Infernal Powers is completely unwelcome, because they offer a gift to the engaged couple that seems too good to be true. But such a gift should not be taken lightly, because something this good has to be evil. Right? Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Buffy/Angel **** Chapter 1: Reunion The world spiraled out around him like a child’s kaleidoscope with bright colors and nauseating patterns. Everything suddenly halted when he landed on top of something with too many lumps. Groaning wretchedly, Angel held his head with one hand and pushed himself up with the other, revealing a squashed Buffy underneath him gasping for breath. “Buffy?” Angel asked tentatively, scrambling to get off of her. “I’m fine,” she coughed, rubbing her chest as she scooted back against the headboard. “Angel?” He loved the breathy quality that she leant to his name. “Are we back now do you think?” Buffy looked around the darkened room for a moment before stretching out her arm to switch on the light. “Ugh,” Angel groaned again, throwing up his hands to block out the sudden light. “I think so,” she whispered, staring avidly at the wooden crib in the corner of their room. Sliding off the bed, Buffy scrambled toward the object which had her attention and peered inside. With a gasp of delight she reached in and picked up baby Connor to hold tightly against her breast. He was sleeping soundly when Angel padded up beside them, wrapping his arm around Buffy. She leaned her head against his shoulder and whispered softly, “I missed him so much.” “I missed you,” Angel murmured, gently touching the crown of hair on Connor’s head. Buffy sighed happily, creating a sweet maternal image as she rocked Connor back and forth in the crook of her arm. After pressing a light kiss on the top on her head, Angel bent down and scooped them both up in his arms before depositing them on the bed where he quickly joined them. They spent several minutes just sitting there quietly with her head upon his shoulder. Angel mumbled something Buffy couldn’t quite hear and she looked up at him questionably. He smiled lightly and kissed her lips drawing her tongue out to meet his in a sweet tangling tryst. Buffy laughed delightfully, raising her knee to support Connor’s bottom so she could grab his head and pull him closer. “Angel,” she murmured huskily, nibbling at his upper lip. In response to her seductive whisper Angel drew back abruptly leaving her as she cried out in protest. “I’ll be right back,” he teased, “I’m just putting the little guy back to bed so he doesn’t wake up.” Buffy pouted but relented quickly making sure he had Connor securely in his big strong hands. Angel carefully took him from her and walked over to the crib to lay his son down. A tiny gurgle came from the crib as he shifted onto his back suckling his thumb. He patted Connor’s stomach and drifted back to Buffy. Angel crawled over the end of the bed to the frame, reaching up to kiss Buffy from below. Followed soon by another kiss, and another, and one more after that. He kneeled, cupping her face between his hands and deepened their kisses. Her fingers raked through his hair, pulling it taut as she arched into his body. Her hands ran down his back, covering his shoulders, and down once more. Buffy lingered in the shallow dip of his spine, tracing patterns across the shirt before yanking it out of his pants. Angel growled when her hot hands met his cool flesh and she chuckled. “You’re so warm, Buffy,” he gasped out roughly, shuddering when her fingertips traced his nipples. Buffy shoved the fabric up under his armpits commanding, “Arms up!” Seconds later the shirt lay forgotten on the floor. Buffy pulled away from his mouth, nibbling her way down to his chest. There she lapped at his creamy skin like it was cream. Her pink tongue swirled around his nipples before her teeth captured a hard little nub. Angel groaned, bringing a hand down to cup a warm breast and the other down to her the edge of her pants. A mewl escaped Buffy when his hand plunged beneath her panties, his fingers stroking her slick folds. Angel loved that sound, it never failed to make him hard. He rubbed her clit, inserting two fingers into her wet heat. Buffy moaned, wiggling on his questing fingers, her nails biting into his sides. He needed to be inside her now. “Shirt off,” he told her, leaving her to it while he snapped the button of her jeans, unzipped them, and tugged them down her legs. “Bra,” he ordered, bending to kiss her tummy above the band of her undies. “Angel,” Buffy cried, arching into his seeking mouth. He scooted her tiny bikini bottoms down, nuzzling the curls uncovered, before sweeping them off and burring his face between her thighs. “Open wider for me, Buff,” he murmured, his voice muffled. Buffy did so, her hands flying to the headboard to hold in a death grip at the first touch of his tongue sliding up and down parting her nether lips. His nose bumped against her clit as he licked her insides, darting his tongue in and out, mimicking other actions he could be doing. He brought her to the cusp and dangled her on it, every sensation turning to bright multicolored curlicues. “Need you now!” Buffy ground out opening her eyes and sitting up. She pushed Angel onto his back and straddled him, before sliding backwards and reaching for his pant button and zipper. Freeing his hard cock from its confines she brought it to her dripping entrance and sank onto to him with little resistance. Slowly rocking back and forth on top of him, Buffy stretched her arms up above her head begging silently for his touch. Greedily, Angel ran his hands up her body as far as he could reach before cupping her pert breasts, flicking his thumbs over their straining peaks. Buffy mewled loudly, riding him hard. With every brush of his talented digits on her stiff nipples, a tingling wave of pleasure rippled down her spine. “Angel, Angel, Angel!” Buffy sobbed, squeezing around his thick length making them both call out. “God, love, don’t do that,” Angel uttered huskily, pulling her down for a kiss. Buffy rotated her hips forward slightly and Angel’s grip on her neck tightened. He kissed her hungrily, nibbling his way down her throat. Bucking up, he met every agile thrust of her hips. He felt his balls tightening warningly, and reached out to press his thumb against her clit. Swiftly, Angel reversed their positions and rammed into her again and again spilling himself inside her with a roar of satisfaction. He manipulated her clit roughly between the pads of his fingers and she cried out, throwing her head back as the first wave of orgasm rippled through her. Buffy’s hips pushed against him riding out the ripples that seem to build and build and explode outward. He fell on top of her groaning, moving himself out of her tight sheath. His fingers trailing into the sticky juices on her thighs. Lazily, he brought them to his mouth and sucked them one by one, watching her under lidded eyes. Buffy wiggled restlessly against him, turning over and wrapping a leg around his hips. A possessive pride swelled in his heart as he stared down at her. She hugged her body to him, trying to climb inside his skin, her nose pressed firmly to his chest. God, she was beautiful. The days without her had been torture of the worse sort. He had thought that she’d died to save Connor. He was shamed to admit it but she meant more to him than anything in the world. He’d die without her. “I love you,” he rumbled, cuddling her. Buffy replied sleepily, “Mm-mm.” “I never want to live without you again,” Angel whispered huskily, burying his face in her hair holding her tighter. “Marry me, Buffy, marry me.” TBC...