"Angelus," I whispered softly. I was scared. I had every right to be. This was *Angelus*.

"Willow," he purred in my ear, "do you trust me?"

"Trust you?" I squeaked. "Well. . .I. . ." I sat down on his bed. Something my Spike said to me a few weeks back popped in my head. "Pet," he told me, "the Angelus who sired me is a lot like the Poof who lives in LA." I looked up at him, swallowing hard. "As much as I can," I whispered.

He smiled, then turned from me. He went to his dresser and retrieved something. He came back and kneeled in front of me. He held up a black silk scarf.

I shivered. "What is that for?" I asked.

"Blindfold," he grinned mischievously.

"Blind. . .fold?" I whispered. With my eyes covered, he could do anything to me! Oh, goddess, what had I gotten myself into? "You aren't going to. . .tie me up too, are you?"

"No," he whispered. "I won't this time." He smiled. "May I?"

I closed my eyes, whispering a small prayer to my goddess. "Ok," I answered meekly.

He leaned up and wrapped the scarf around my eyes, tying it snuggly behind my head. My entire world was bathed in pitch black. My fear heightened. I was terrified, yet oddly turned on.

"Willow, with this blindfold on, your sense of touch will be so much sharper. I want you to enjoy this."

"Ok," I whispered. He pushed me back and began to slowly undress me. His fingers touched every inch of my skin. They were colder than what I was used to, but it was. . .wonderful. It really was wonderful! His fingertips caused goosebumps to rise on my skin.

He took his time undressing me. The second I felt his cool lips on my skin, I moaned softly. "Angelus. . ." I whispered. His lips were at my neck, tracing down my collarbone. They traveled over my skin, down the swell of my breast, to my nipple. I arched my back when he took my nub in his mouth. "Angelus. . ." I moaned.

My head was swimming; my heart was pounding. He had barely touched me, but I was feeling things I'd never felt before. "Angelus, touch me," I whispered.

The hand on my hip began to travel down, over my pelvis. I thrust my hips up, begging silently for his touch. His tongue was softly rolling my nipple around in his mouth, and his fingers were brushing through my curls. "Oh, goddess. . ."

He flicked his thumb against my clit and I arched off the bed again with a long drawn out moan. I gripped the blanket on his bed, trying to keep my hands from going to his hips and forcing him to slide into me. "Please," I begged.

I hissed in pleasure when a finger slid into me. I ground my hips against his hand, clenching my muscles around his finger. He groaned, moving his mouth to my other nipple with a long slow lick between my breasts. "Willow," I heard him murmur against my skin. "You taste so good. . ."

He thrust another finger into me quickly, catching me off guard. "Oh, goddess!" I gasped, feeling the beginnings of my orgasm coming on. "Angelus, I'm. . .I'm going to cum," I purred.

I whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of my cunt. "No," I begged. "Don't stop, please. . ."

"Not stopping yet, lover," he purred in my ear. I felt the head of his dick at my entrance. "You are tight, Willow, it will hurt at. . ."

He never finished his sentence, because I wrapped my legs around his hips and jerked my hips up, sheathing him in my tightness. He was *huge*. Much thicker than Oz, and a tad longer. "Oh, goddess. . ." I hissed.

"Willow," he groaned. "Oh, god, Willow." He pushed his hips down, driving my body into the mattress. "Oh, you are so warm and tight," he hissed.

I threw my head back, knowing I was exposing my neck to him. I didn't care. I just wanted him to pound into me. "Fuck me," I hissed. "Fuck me hard. . .I know you can."

Angelus began his consistent hard thrusts, causing my body to arch against him. My hands flew to his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. I could smell the blood that welled in the small holes I'd dug in his shoulders.

I felt ridges against my skin as his demon came forward. He ran his fangs against my breast, snapping at my nipple. I cried out in pleasure and pain when I felt the skin break. With a growl, his fangs sunk into the underside of my breast.

My entire body tensed. I could feel his blood and skin underneath my nails. My legs tightened around his hips, and his cock was held captive inside of me. "Angelus," I moaned.

He drank eagerly from me, causing my head to spin. "Oh goddess. . ." I moaned. "Please. . ."

I felt his fangs leave my breast as he lapped at the blood escaping from my wounds. He grabbed my hips, pounding furiously into me. His hand snaked between us, and he flicked my clit.

I screamed his name as I slammed into my orgasm. My entire world exploded and I shuddered violently underneath him. I don't know what possessed me to do what I did next. I leaned up and sank my blunt teeth in his neck.

I didn't break skin, but his howl let me know that I had done something right. He exploded inside of me, filling my sex with his seed. I bit down as hard as I could, knowing that he would like it.

He thrust three more times, his orgasm lasting for what seemed like forever. Finally he collapsed against me, burying his now human face in my neck. At least, I didn't feel the ridges on his forehead. His hand shook as he pulled my blindfold off. I had tears streaming down my face from the intensity of our coupling.

I was amazed at the look in his eyes. They shone with desire and love. "You bit me," he whispered.

"Are you mad?" I asked softly.

"No, lover," he purred. "It was perfect." He turned, pulling out of me. He pulled me into his arms. "Let's sleep," he murmured.

I allowed him to wrap me in his arms, pressing my exhausted body against his. He was purring. It didn't take long for the purrs to sooth me to sleep. As I slipped into the darkness, I had visions of Angelus making love to me in my head.