Familiar Curse — Annette Shelley

Holding his human form was extra exhausting for Angel, especially with his natural instincts to sleep. Normally, his daylight hours were filled with dreams, however today they were filled with Daphne and despite the fact he was tired and wanted to rest, he knew he had to have her. He carefully tugged at the thin material of her dress with awkward fingers, slowly lifting it from her sleek body, resisting his primal urge to become a cat again and tear it off with his claws, or better yet, his teeth. He tempered the fever she was enticing in him and instead, carefully placed her clothes on the rock, smiling down on the beautiful creature he would soon take as his own. She certainly didn't need the clothing. He was unsure of why humans seemed to need to cover their bodies. It was something he did not understand, but he had to respect it and wanted her happiness above all else.

Under her dress he was surprised to see she had more, a smaller top with a difficult latch and some tiny pants he ripped off with his fangs as she wriggled and squirmed beneath him.

In the wild, to see such frantic movement would have instantly triggered his killer instinct, his need to hunt, but now it elicited something entirely different.

Daphne's entire body shivered as she looked up at this stunning man, her body filled with desire for him alone. Desire the likes of which she had never felt before as she lay naked with him there, ready to give up her life for this sensual creature.

Although Angel could feel the thickness of his desire rising from his groin, he stood above Daphne now staring at her but doing nothing about the growing tension he was feeling.

It suddenly occurred to him he had never made love to a woman before. He was a virgin as far as that went and did not understand his own anatomy enough to know if it would work the same.