Façade (AHS: Hotel)

Chapter 20

NOTE: Contains adult content. Discretion is advised!

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Angela couldn't believe her ears—she had barely known this man, but felt like she owed everything to him. Being in the alliance against the Countess had given them more time to interact with each other, as well as him accompanying her on her first kill for nourishment in the form of blood. He had even saved her from certain death, a violent one at the hands of the Ten Commandments Killer himself, John, with whom she had relations with way before in order to comfort him. So what was he saying? Did he love her the whole time? She would just soon find out.

"Dono," she said quietly. "Y-You love me? Is that what you mean?"

"I don't know," he replied, "but I do know that if I don't have you right now, I will die."

Angela just looked up at him, raising her eyebrows and listening to every word, knowing full well he likely meant what he was telling her.

"After the Countess left me, I was nobody," he explained impassionedly. "This alliance was formed to kill her and make sure she has the worst downfall possible, but you...Angela, you've been such an addition to this, and you've given me hope. I'm not normally a feelsy guy, but I...need you."

She had no choice, for the moment when he claimed her lips again, he held her so close to him that she could feel his erection poking at her leg. She felt the chill of excitement between them as he backed her away until she lay on the freshly-made bed beneath him. He managed to pin both of her arms down as his tongue danced with hers, the taste of sanguine fluid from their kills still lingering in their mouths, making them each hungry for more. Angela knew she couldn't fight him, not even when he grabbed the base of her throat.

"Shh," he lulled, sticking out his tongue and tracing it along where the blood had dried to her skin from Jay's neck wound.

The sensation of his tongue against her skin was unreal, and as he kept going, he could taste the blood on her form, moving lower as he gripped her neck tighter, dominating her and controlling her breath as he captured a rose peak of one of her average-sized breasts into his mouth with famishing urgency. Using his teeth to roll over her nipple, Angela struggled to breathe as he continued to hold her throat firmly.

"Dono! Ah!"

He let go and went back up to look into her eyes, feeling and sensing her burning need for him as he reached down and felt the soft, damp center of passion between her creamy thighs. Angela moved against his fingers, feeling him caress her smooth pink petals as her arousal got all over his fingers. Donovan had finished licking the stale blood off Angela's skin before thrusting a finger into the portals of her womanhood, feeling her hips gyrate in time with his digits.

"Ah! Please...you're torturing me," she moaned softly.

"You torture me," he said.

Without any more words, she rolled him over on his back and looked down at him, reaching down and stroking his hard, thick member before lining it against the cleft between her legs. She could tell he was burning with desire, so she lowered herself onto him and moaned softly as his spear of flesh entered her, being welcomed and fully accepted by her liquid heat.

"Dono..."

"Oh yeah," he moaned, thrusting his hips upward toward her as she began to bounce up and down on him.

"Dono...oh Dono...yes..." she moaned softly, her average-sized orbs rising and falling in time with her breath as heavy sighs were caught in her throat. His hands went to her hips and he began to thrust up, a visceral impulse taking him over as he tossed his head back, feeling her wet sheath squeezing and contracting around him.