Come here, with your Wild Heart [chi/ari] - M

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The sounds that came from his lover were some of the most entrancing and absolutely delicious that Malachi knew. And what was more, he was quite sure he knew exactly how to push all the right buttons to entice them out of her. He let out a rich exhale of a sigh at the sound of her moaning as he entered her, his eyes fluttering closed, conscious thought draining away into pure sensation, the ebb and flow of thrusts that brought with them a sea of pleasure that the angel was better than happy to drown in. His lips found hers in a spasm of need, his weight shifting to one arm as his other sent loving fingers in a gentle, reverent brush to her face, moving aside some stray strands of her hair. The angel could feel her legs wrapping around him, pulling him in deeper, the feeling driving him quite mad.

He made a beautiful, surprised, deep-throated sort of moan as the angel found himself suddenly on the bottom of their lovemaking, hands instantly sliding their way up her legs to her hips. She moved on him, and the angel found himself shudder closer to his breaking point, a ragged sigh escaping him as she bent down to connect their lips once more, his hands following hers as they wandered over that fantastic, elegant body of hers. The angel's mind spun like an unsteady top as their ecstasy mounted, his hips unable to keep from pressing into her with small thrusts even as he lay below her, steeped in blinding passion. He sat up after some time, resting back upon his well-muscled arms to change the angle at which he penetrated her, the angel's pretty lips moving to caress the breasts that bounced so damn irresistably on his beloved's perfect chest. They wandered after awhile to suckle her delicate neck, alternately nipping lightly at her pale skin and softly licking to soothe the slight pains.

In time Chi could feel, through his senses and empathy both, that point-of-no-return where her senses were full to bursting, his own pleasure amplified by the ability to sink into both of their passions. He couldn't help at all the lion-like roar of a moan as he felt her fangs sink into him again, the arms that held him up trembling despite all their strength from the magnitude of his feelings. He thought he might be a volcano or some such, like that crazed, wild desire within him had finally overcome and the angel had quite exploded from it. Her cry mixed with his was quite loud, indeed, but Malachi was off in another world, and had no thought about who might hear it.

After a moment, when their movements stopped, his eyes opened as he flopped back down onto the bed, his heartrate finally slowing. His beloved lapped at his neck once more, and the hole that she'd left there dissipated back into smooth unblemished flesh. He looked her over with heavy-lidded eyes, clearly well spent for the night. She'd have looked quite terrifying if he hadn't loved her so damn much, his blood dripping down her chin between her breasts, that long silken hair behind her turned wild, eyes still alight with that strange fire that came to her when she took his blood. Lazily, he pulled her down and next to him, moving to lay on his side so that the marvel of an angel could drag his tongue along that red line that marred her beautiful skin, taking his own blood back. It tasted like nothing special to him, alas, only metallic, though he was very sure that wasn't what his beloved tasted. The angel reached her lips, and kissed those, too, slow and indulgent and sleepy. He was a very, very drained little angel.

When he spoke, his voice was dark and husky, just as velveted as ever but with a very sexy, rough edge to it. "My dearest love...wonders never cease."

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She could still feel his manhood throbbing with his release inside of her as he pulled her down back onto the bed, and he began to lick the blood off of her chest, flitting tongue working it's way deliciously over her breasts and up her neck. He ended her clean-up with a tantalizing kiss to her lips and the whole scene was making her hot once more. The fact that he had just consumed his own blood, and off of her chest, no less, had her slightly squirming, soft exhalations and moans escaping softly parted lips. The angel, however, was no longer inside of her, and she felt it's loss from her body quite fully. Her climax had been an enormous one, and she was still coming down from her high. Their kiss broke, and the angel looked at her with those beautifully sleepy eyes. She scooted her body so that is was pressed inch for inch against the angel's his warm member pressed quite wonderfully against her stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair and cupped his face in her delicate hands, their legs tangling together on top of the comforter. Thankfully, none of Chi's blood had gotten on anything, and the rich flavor of the liquid was still fresh in her mouth.

She knew good and damn well that going back to synthetic blood would be horrid; after Chi's blood, there was nothing that could compare. Sighing softly, her head rested against the angel's chest, she listened to the beating of that noble heart of his, a heart that she knew would be forever hers. Ari softly kissed the angel's collarbone and the parts of his shoulders she could reaches, and the tufts of hair that covered his manly chest tickled her nose. She tilted her head back and kissed the angel's chin, her hand gently tilting his head down so that he was looking at her. She bit her bottom lip softly, and, her eyes still burning with the intake of his blood, regarded Chi with a somewhat serious expression.

"Malachi, I want you to move in with me. You don't have to, of course, but, I think you very well know that la mia casa è la tua casa," and she pressed the palm of one of her hands to Chi's chest, where his heart beat. Her smile picked up the corners of her mouth, and even as she began to think about the guilt she was in for for biting her beloved, she was happy. So wonderfully happy, because she would never have to part from him. Happy, because he loved her, even though she sometimes still considered herself a monster; an aberration of nature. Why he loved her--well, she was still figuring that one out, but she knew that they would always have each other. They would always have the love they shared and that, no matter what life threw at them, their love would be enough. It was with these thoughts that she managed to beat down her guilt, to drive it from her mind altogether before the ever perceptive angel felt it tingle his empathetic senses. They had just shared such a beautiful evening together, it would not do to spoil it.

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Malachi pulled that woman that had captured his heart in close, her body a cool balm to his own feverish heat. She sighed and bent her head to his chest, the angel's thoughts still pleasantly swirling, mostly fragmented and useless, around his pretty head. The man had been quite blown away, and the afterglow still had him in it's snares. Ari was scattering kisses over him again, and he felt warm and happy, an adorably happy little smile on his face, eyes closed, hand tracing idly over the vampiress' spine and the curves of her back.

She pulled at his chin after one last kiss, his blue-grey eyes flickering open now, to find Ari staring at him with something important gnawing at her. "I'm here enough already, hah...Of course I will, dearheart. I would love to." He smiled that lazy smile, his hand moving to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "The closer you are, the happier I am." There was nothing missing from Chi's world right now, it seemed. Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. Gone from his mind, for the time being, were any manner of demons or evildoers, and gone too were eons' worth of the terrible memories, of thoughts of tears and deaths and pains that often plagued Malachi's dreams. There was just Araceli and him, and they were blameless in love. The thought of it made him want to sing, if he'd been able.

That brand of perfect happiness, combined with their previous activities, bloodloss and the nerves that had been jarring him all night (he'd become a rather crepuscular creature to accomodate his love's hours) were a perfect recipe for a very nice nap, though, and Malachi found himself drifting off. He'd wake up after an hour or so, for sure, as he'd started waking up near twilight now instead of in the morning, and it was not too late in the night. Still, until that time it was only blissful slumber for the lion of a man, his favorite person gathered up in his arms as she, too, faded off into sleep. He basked in the sensation of her happiness until his consciousness drifted away, not a care in the world to disturb him, and blissfully unaware of the doubt and guilt that haunched in the back of his lover's mind over what he'd given her.