One never wishes to lose a friend or as what Breyden has become, a member of the family. Yes, I do know that the man came from a family that he did not choose to leave on his own. But he came here to the land of mortals to do right for the wrongs that he has done. Instead of finding the answers, he was supposed to, he found a whole different calling.

Now the story goes.

Breyden was, as one would say, a rogue Angel. He was constantly disobeying the rules and not following orders. He was causing absolute havoc in Heaven. His very many adventures caused him to hurt and disregard the needs of his family. He was creating far more enemies than one could desire, his menacing ways were becoming a slight bit of a problem. So he was cast out to our dear home to learn the valuable lessons of caring for others, not only learning to love but to put others before himself.

And so he was sent here and the moment, the very second of his arrival, he carried his ways on here as what he did above. Not wanting to learn his lesson at all, he did miss home, but not because of his family, but because he simply did not wish to be here alone. There was unfortunately no way for him to return until he has come to learn the thing that he was sent for here.

So he dwelled and caused chaos for many months, and this is where I met him. We both were out having our fun on one evening, him with his many women and me with mine. While he was drinking up whiskey and having encounters, I was drinking up blood and having encounters. So while out on a hunt after have had an encounter that I wished to have again therefore my reluctance to kill her, I find my way in an alley where I overpowered my victim. Now at this very moment is when Breyden was returning to his home at that time, he found me in this alley drinking from the woman.

Now he could have killed me there and then, but he did not. I think in a way he understood that I need to do what I needed to survive just as he had to do so himself. And from that very moment, we have been like brothers. We had our years of causing havoc together, but up until one night when he had an experience in an alley where a Witch and a Vampire were attacking two young girls. But yet, instead of looking the other way, that nature of him that should be caring came through and he saved the two girls. And those two girls he spent with for years and years trying to protect them and undo the evil that was done to them. And now, as he can proudly say, he has got them to the sort of normal safety that he could get and in doing so he has learned that valuable lesson that he was required to do so for many years.

But now, now he wants to return home and I don't want him to. So I have asked the man to stay in the Belmont House. The first reason I have mentioned, the second reason, I know of someone that holds a great love for him. She has for many, many years, though she has fought the urge to confess, she has ultimately given up to silence. Well, I have decided that the silence ends today. So Breyden has now been told, which yes, I know, I should not have for it is not my secret to tell. But something has to be done that I can keep him here.

So while he has gone off to consider my proposal, I am returning to my beloved, which I have only but have had back for a few hours now. It seems that losing her is becoming a new trend as well. Well, perhaps with an Angel on our little hunting team, we might have a bit more, firepower, as they would say. But I promised that I will stop the hunting, though she did not ask for how long.

Now back with her in the room, I am struck by her absolute beauty once more again. As has become a custom, the vixen is not wearing any clothes. And she is ever so impatiently waiting for me to come tell her all about Breyden.

"So what did Breyden say?"

But not so easy.

"Ssshhh, beloved." I place my finger over her lips and kiss the thought away from her mind. "Let me just have you back in my presence first."

I start, and one by one, I undo each button of my shirt, then I begin to unzip my pants; I kick them off in a pile next to my shirt. As I have my underwear halfway down my legs, she stares at me in total shock, standing in front of her with a full erection.

"Oh, god Sebastian, what are you doing?"'

"Making love to my wife, we do not seem to do this as often as one would desire to."

"But tell me about Breyden first."

"You do know that is such a mood killer, talking business when I am trying to seduce you."

As I settle between her legs, my erection starts to grow even harder. I slide my hand up her thighs and dig my fingers deep into her flesh. She trembles as I move closer and closer. My body aches to be deep and throbbing inside every inch of her. A faint moan escapes her lips as the heat of my touch leaves her weak and wanting. My mouth roams at will; I am no longer gentle as I devour her, against the smooth curve of her throat, the soft flesh of her ear. My mouth is consuming her.

Our eyes gradually meet; I lower my head and begin biting and kissing down her neck. I continue downward until my lips are locked around her quivering nipple. My tongue circled the swollen tip as my hand strokes the other. She tosses her head back, thrusting the tip further into my mouth.

"Sebastian, please."

Cursing softly to myself, I hold her up by her ass and dig my fingers deep into her flesh. Then I slowly drive deep into her inch by glorious inch. She is soft and warm and every bit so inviting. A deep growl escapes through my lips. It is raw and fierce. No woman has ever made me feel this way.

"Oh, god, my beloved."

...Anastasia POV...

What he is doing to my body should be a sin. He slowly starts to move within me, taking the edge off the ache, but only to make it so much worse again. With every move, he slips his thick erection in a little deeper but then pulling all the way out again. Then once deeper in and all the way out again. Teasing me painfully slow.

My inner muscles clamp around him like a hot, pulsing glove. The sexual excitement burning in my blood is stronger than any burst of desire I have ever felt in my life.

He keeps up his rhythm relentlessly. Teasing me agonizingly slow. With each stroke, he slides his hot throbbing flesh completely into me. As he drives in deeper with each thrust, he increases his pace.

There is an ache in my hips as I clamp my legs around his waist, curling my fingers into the sheets; I surrender to all he is doing to me, surrender to everything I am feeling, everything he was feeling.

He hits my sweet spot perfectly, and it is almost too much for me to cope with. He knows what he is doing; I see the mischievous grin on his lips and cannot help but smile back. He is going to fuck me hard and deep.

I feel a flush of heat spread over my body from my stomach. It feels like my entire body is blushing. Keeping still, I feel the tip of his erection hit the core of me over and over again. I relaxed into my orgasm, relishing in the waves of pleasure tingling over my skin

All I can do is but utter his name as I cry out in pleasure.

"Sebastian!"

"Oh, my beloved, I am not done yet."

He positions his pulsating erection at my entrance and plunges fast and deep into me again. Spreading my legs wide again, he thrust up into me; I feel him push all the way inside me, filling me right to the top. I bounce as he thrusts upwards, and I feel him become bigger as he quickens his pace.

He slams into me, struggling for breath, desperately trying to hold on to his crumbling restraint. But there is nothing controlled about this.

He plunges deep inside me; I feel the full thrust of his length inside me. Tension builds deep at my core and coils up. My arousal mounts inside until finally, without warning, my climax charges up, and I lost all control for the second time again. I throw my head back as I tremble in orgasm; it is like stepping into a room engulfed in flames. My heart stops, and my body burns, releasing that ecstasy that my body was yearning for

...Sebastian POV...

I am thrusting into her mercilessly as she is being driven from one climax to another. I am fucking her then fucking her again, over and over thrusting into her, delving and diving, pounding and pumping.

The sex is loud and brutal. With every sharp thrust, our skin slap together. My cries grow louder and more desperate as the pleasure mounts. My erection grows larger and harder. I feel I am about to burst wide open.

All it takes is one fierce drive, and I am over the edge. The hot waves of pleasure start deep in my core and shot out in every direction, turning my limbs to jelly and my mind to mush. Still blinded and out of breath, I fall down next to her with a hoarse groan.

After several moments have passed, she finally speaks again.

"So, are you going to tell me?"

"I have made Breyden a proposal that he can simply not refuse."

"And that being?"

"Lilith holds a very dear and long love for him. I suggested he stays to explore that."