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What cannot be lost (me and Anjeru)

Her soft moans were pleasant to his ears, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking against her lips, wanting to meet hers. His hands continued down her back, eventually unsnapping her bra and sliding it off, throwing it to the side. His hands kept to her back or sides, though, working on every little knot he found.
 
Ravalyn gasped as he deepened the kiss, her lips parting for his questing tongue. Her own touched to his as it searched for her's. Her hands curling softly on her thighs as she moaned into the kiss, the feeling of his hands on her beyond anything she could have imagined. She had never had a massage before and it felt so good for his hands to be moving over her, rubbing and caressing out the unaware tension that had been hiding in her body. Oh, that felt so good. Her eyes fluttered and they shut as she once again moaned from the feelings of being massaged into relaxation, which was indeed working, her body loosening up.
 
His tongue danced around hers in the kiss, holding her close. His hands made it to her lower back, finished up before stopping, his hands wrapping around her hips. He finally broke the kiss to speak to her. "Is that better?" He whispered, nuzzling his lips against her neck.
 
"Mmm, much," she murmured as he nuzzled her neck with his lips. "I didn't even realize I was tense, thank-you love," she added. She nuzzled the side of his head with her cheek, his scent in her nostrils, exotic and musky male, all male. She loved his smell, almost as much as she loved the rest of him, almost as much as she loved him. "That was wonderful." She smiled softly and pressed a kiss to the side of his head.
 
Her soft words and praise made him blush, but he nodded, accepting the kiss to the cheek before turning his head and kissing her cheek back. "Of course." His hands were playing along her stomach, before they slid up. They cupped her breasts lightly, feeling the warm weight as his lips found her neck again. "Are you up for another position?" He whispered huskily.
 
Ravalyn moaned softly as he grasped her breasts in his hands, weighing them in his palms. His husky words against the skin of her neck made her shiver and bite her lower lip. "You're insatiable," she murmured, but the smiled and nipped his ear lobe. "That's okay though...so am I," she whispered huskily into his ear, scraping a fang gently on the skin under the lobe. She leaned back against him, pressing his hands harder onto her breasts with her own hands.
 
Her husky words turned him on, and his pants suddenly got too tight for him. His hands were pressed more against her breasts, and they got a little rougher, gently pulling on her peaks as he squeezed them with his palms. "That's good." He whispered, nipping at her earlobe, piercing with a fang then sealing it with his tongue wrapping around it. His hips rubbed against her rear, showing her just what she did to him.
 
Ravalyn moaned as he rubbed against her bottom and she could feel what she did to him, the tight and hard bulge pressing against her. She arched her breasts into his hands with another soft moan, biting her lip as he tweaked and pulled upon the rose bud peaks. They hardened and a shiver coarsed up her spine, his tentitive nip and slice of her ear lobe, then a followed swipe of his tongue, caused her to whimper in pleasure. She suddenly felt too hot, the tension between her thighs a fire that would consume her like a volcano. It only seemed to get more and more consuming each time; she wondered how long before she burned to ashes.
 
He could feel her heat, her fire, through her skin, knew that she was liable to blow up in a inferno at any minute from their lovemaking. But he didn't care, he was as well, a steamy coupling every time. His land left her breast, sliding down into her shorts and rubbing at the soaked lips of her core. He could feel the heat radiating from her as his pants disappeared, leaving her with him nude behind her.
 
She had a hard time - no pun intended - not noticing his body was naked now behind her. His arousal was just as evident as her's, her lips soaked against his fingers as he brushed and teased the digits across them. She bit her lip and moaned, writhing her hips against his hand, silently begging for me. No matter how much he gave her, she always wanted him more each time.
 
Her wetness was evident, soaking his hand as he spread her lips and delved into her clit, rubbing before fingers thrusted their way into her folds. He loved getting her this needy, this excited. It made his blood pulse hotly. He teased and thrusted for a little bit, before his hand moved back. He licked his fingers clean, before his hands went down, pushing her shorts to her knees, his mind removing them the rest of the way.

His legs wrapped around hers, holding her wide, a very slight breeze blowing against her core. He gently pushed her forward, so she was bent over, and her core moved to rub against his hard member. He moaned softly, but his hands were busy. They lifted her hips, then dropped them slowly again, sliding her over him, getting so deep, her grip a exquisite hold on his most sensitive piece. He moaned, his arms going around her waist again and pulling her up, his chest against her back again. He slowly moved his hips, bouncing her on him.
 
She was almost crazed by the time he took his fingers from her soaked core, panting and moaning, even as he cleaned the digits with his mouth. She shuddered with need. His hand then started pushing her damp shorts down and when they were out of reach, he made them come off of her with his mind. She let him bend her over and shuddered as the head of his length rubbed against her soaked enterance. She couldn't linger on it long, because his hands lifted her hips and then brought her down upon him.

She cried out softly and gladly leaned back against him as he pulled her back, her legs still spread by his own. She moaned and leaned her head back on his shoulder, her core rippling around him as he began to slowly bounce her on his lap, his length burying what seemed so impossibly deep into her. Her eyes fluttered shut and she shuddered in his arms, afraid she would lose her mind admist the continious, endless waves of pleasure.
 
Her quivering core was sending wave after wave of pleasure through him, his thrusts in her trying to give her what she was giving him. His hands moved up, cupping her breasts, playing with them a little rougher than he meant to, but the two of them were feeling so good that he doubted that she cared. Her head tilted back onto his shoulder, and he turned his head, catching her lips and kissing her deeply. His legs let go of hers, letting her move them freely.
 
She bounced on his lap, moaning each time his rigid length caressed the inside walls of her core. Her lips were captured by his and she gladly returned the kiss, her teeth nipped his lower lip, before her tongue invaded his mouth. Her legs were set loose and she left them open, bracing them somewhat against the bottom ledge of the coffee table in front of the couch. Her hands gripped his thighs and she shook with pleasure, moaning into his mouth as her core caressed him in hot, velvet heat.
 
He moaned as she nipped at his lip, going to do the same to her, but her invading tongue was faster. His danced around hers, his fingers gripping at her thighs. She was bouncing fast and hard on him, making him shudder in delight and passion. He got another idea, and his hands pushed her legs together, thighs pushing against the other, and he moaned, her core getting even tighter than he could imagine from her legs squeezing together like that.
 
Ravalyn moaned loudly into his mouth as he pressed her thighs together, the limbs pressed together pulled her walls tight around him. The friction became almost too much to bear then, as he thrusted into her, his member hitting every inch and every nerve inside of her. She whimpered and broke the kiss, sucking in a breath of air as she trembled and was moved in time with his thrusts. Her hands took place upon his thighs still and she dropped her head forward a little, panting. It took only a few moments from there for her to cry out and shudder in his arms, her release clenching on him and bathing him hotly.
 
Her every reaction was turning him on more and more. His hips were thrusting, her body bouncing with him as he moved, and her head fell forward as she rode him. She felt like she was milking him already, her legs tight on him, but when she gave him her orgasm, the tightness was indescribable, the pulsing waves making him go crazy. He gave her his own orgasm, unable to hold it, filling her up. He panted, his arms going around her and pulling her back against him, nuzzling against her.
 
She fell back against him as he pulled her to him, her body still trembling softly in his arms. Tilting her head back, she returned the nuzzle to his neck, kissing the strong column gently with her lips. Before then nuzzling her nose and cheek against it. "I love you," she murmured, setting her arms over his as he held her close. Her body was still twitching occassionally inside from the intense orgasm he'd given her. Each time seemed to get better and better, and she knew one of these times it was going to be too much for her to take without going crazy from the pleasure.
 
Her head came back, nuzzling against his neck, and he turned his head, planting a line of soft kisses over her cheek. "I love you too." He whispered softly, holding her tight to him. And he did, he loved her with all of his heart, body, and soul, and there was nothing that could take her away from him.
 
She stayed close with him like that for awhile, just resting in the embrace of his arms. Gradually, her body became aware that sunrise was approaching and she got up from his lap regretfully. "Come love, let's get some rest. Sunrise is coming," she said as she took his hand and padded quite nude into the room with him. She let go of his hand and playfully jumped onto the bed, smiling to him, patting the spot next to her.
 
He was content with sitting there, holding her against him, his member still buried deep in her. But she reminded him about the sun rising up, and he nodded. She got him up, leading him to the bedroom before she playfully jumped onto the bed, patting the spot next to her. He thought he would be a little playful, since he felt like a animal with her, and he jumped onto the bed where she patted. But, he shifted midair, into the form of a snow wolf. He nuzzled up against her, his tail flicking over her body, before he circled the area in front of her stomach, laying down with his tail draped over her hips.
 
She squeaked when he shifted into a wolf and nuzzled at her, but she couldn't help the urge to smile as he curled up next to her stomach, his tail draping across her naked hips. She smiled more and slid her hand into his fur, gently stroking at him as he was content to lay beside her. She hadn't taught him to shift; he was getting much better, becoming much more independant. She began to doze off into a light sleep, but when the sun rose, she fell into her usual vampiric slumber.
 
He was breathing easier than before, getting relaxed as she fell asleep, then went into her vampiric sleep. His head rested on her side, his eyes closing as he fell into his own sleep. But, he was haunted by his dreams, where it ended with seeing someone that looked hauntingly like him...
 
The day went by uneventful for Ravalyn, as vampires did not dream because when they slept, they shut their bodies completely down. As if they were truly dead. When the sun set over the horizon, her body began to show signs of life once more. Her skin became warm and her heart fluttered to a steady beat as her eyes opened and her mind once again became aware.
 
Raziel's night wasn't as good as hers. He ended up shifting back into the human form, curling up into a tight ball from the images he had seen. But he woke up just before she did, stretching out, so she wouldn't notice. When she did wake, he turned his head and kissed her softly. "Good evening."
 
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