Chapter 9

AN* Just a little something to tide you over while I work my fingers to the bone in London.

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Buffy pulled herself sharply out of his arms to stand facing him still seated on the couch.

“Are you seriously trying to tell me that the Council gave you a soul in return for the chip?”

Spike stared up at her and smiled. “They didn’t just GIVE me my soul, pet. I had to earn it.”

Folding her arms across her chest, she continued to stare at him. He knew it was his cue to continue. “I had to go through some trials, luv. I had to prove I was worthy of the soul before they would let me have it back.”

Questions she needed answers to burned in her brain. “Is it permanent? You know, no ‘happiness’ clause, or something?”

A sudden burst of anger rose in his chest at her implied comparison to Angel. Words spat from his mouth as he railed at her. “I am NOT, nor will I ever be, Peaches. Don’t kid yourself, slayer, Peaches knows what he needs to do to anchor his soul. He just chose to live with the misery, ‘cos he’s a fucking wanker.” Taking a deep breath, he continued venomously. “Peaches always knew how to keep his soul. All vampires know how to do it, it just take guts and determination. Your precious Angel prefers to live with his ‘look at the tortured vampire, he deserves to be loved’ attitude.”

He could not keep his temper in much longer. Rising quickly from the couch, he started to pace the crypt as he continued to rant. He never once looked at Buffy as he spoke.

“Angel, Angel, Angel. That’s all I ever hear. Angel is good, Angelus is bad. Doesn’t anyone understand that they are both the same person? No, that would be too much like reason. Angel gets all the credit for fighting the ‘good fight’ in L.A., while all I get is punched in the mouth for doing exactly the same thing.”

Buffy stood transfixed as he kept up his diatribe. She could feel a smile steal over her lips as he continued to speak.

“Oh, and let’s not forget that even Giles likes Angel. Christ, Angelus killed his fucking lover, but that doesn’t matter ‘cos he didn’t have his soul. Did I kill anyone close to the slayer? No, I didn’t. But do I get treated with respect? DO I FUCK. I leave good old Sunnyhell because I couldn’t stand being so close to her without showing how much I loved her, but what do I get as soon I get back…..more fucking punches, and another round of ‘Kick the Spike’.”

The smile died on Buffy’s face as she listened to him spout off; she doubted that he remembered she was in the room. His pacing back and forth was giving her a headache, but she could think of nothing to say to stop him. Tears came unbidden to her eyes as she listened to his words.

He was right; none of them showed him any respect no matter how much he did for them. Her mother and sister were the exception to the rule, and she suddenly understood what had brought him back to Sunnydale.

His love and respect for her family.

Her tears were drying quickly on her face as she listened to him talk. What was he saying about Angel?

“And does Angel even care? No fucking way. He knows Dawn’s in danger, and what does he decide to do? Sit on his fat fucking arse in L.A. playing Mommy’s and Daddy’s with the prom queen. ‘You go and fix it if you can, Spike,’ he said. ‘I have other things more important in my life just now.’ MORE IMPORTANT! What the fuck is more important than saving Dawn? NOTHING….that’s what. But NOOOOO….can’t leave the prom queen, gotta save the world from behind a fucking desk.”

Buffy knew she had to stop him, and soon. He was working himself up into a state, and she smiled softly. With his pacing, and his arm waving and his talking to the ceiling and the walls, he reminded her of a small child not allowed a treat. He was just adorable.

“Spike,” she whispered, hoping he would hear her. Difficult, when he was now in a middle of a rant about, what was it he called them? Oh yes – the Council of Wankers.

“And as for those Council bastards making me jump through hoops of fire to get a fucking soul. ‘We cannot let you loose in public, vampire, unless there is a means to control you.’ Fucking bastards. Tried to tell them I didn’t need a soul, but no they said, if I wanted to be able to defend myself against fucking humans I had to have a soul. ‘You are a Master Vampire, William. We cannot allow you free reign with the general populace when we remove the chip. Either accept that you are defenceless against humans or accept our terms’.”

He stopped his pacing, and turned his head to stare at Buffy. The remnants of her tears were streaked on her face, but her mouth and eyes were smiling.

“Welcome home, Spike.”

She opened her arms and he was across the room in less than a second. Holding her tightly to him, he buried his face into her hair. Buffy held him tightly to her, revelling in his smoky leather scent. Gently she stroked her hand up and down his spine, and she could feel his anger leave his body. When she felt his hand trace her spine, his movement mimicking hers, she relaxed further into his embrace.

“I’ve missed you so much, Buffy” he murmured against the shell of her ear. “So bloody much.”

“I’ve missed you too, Spike” she answered against his neck. “So bloody much.”

Laughing, they gently disengaged themselves from their tight embrace. Their arms still around each other, their bodies softly touching.

Buffy looked up at him, her eyes boring into his. “Why did you leave, Spike?”

“Because you were killing me, pet.”

She scowled at his answer. With her brows drawn and her mouth pouting, he looked just adorable to him. “How was I killing you? I hardly talked to you, except when you came out with the stupid comments. I used to hit you a lot, but I didn’t think it bothered you that much.”

He laughed, and pulled her back into his arms as he spoke. “You were killing me because I loved you, pet. I loved you with everything that I was, but you just kept on insulting me and hurting me. I couldn’t stay around you any longer, sweetheart, and not tell you how I felt. You would have staked me on the spot, and sometimes I wanted you to do just that.”

Moving back slightly, he stared down into her eyes. “Did you know that Angel has set up home with Cordelia?”

Wondering at his sudden change of topic, she frowned at him. “No, but I don’t see what that has to do with your leaving, Spike?”

“When I left you were all cosy with Captain Cardboard. I could smell him all over you, pet. Every time we went on patrol, or you came to the crypt to break my nose, I could smell him. It tortured me more than Dru or Angelus ever could, and they were the masters of pain.”

Buffy looked up at him, her confusion still evident on her face. “I still don’t understand how Angel and Cordelia could have anything to do with Riley?”

“No, pet, I don’t suppose you do.” He smiled at her then. “How would you have felt, luv, if Angel and Cordelia had set up a happy home right here in Sunnyhell within weeks of him telling you he didn’t want to be with you anymore. Could you see them every day and not be affected by how happy they were together? Would it not have eaten at your soul, making you so miserable you wanted to die?”

She looked at him then, understanding displayed in her eyes. “Yes, it would, Spike. I don’t think I would have been able to stand it.”

“Now you know why I left, pet. I couldn’t be around you and him any longer without losing my fucking mind. I thought the only thing that would keep me sane was to leave and let you get on with your life.” His voice dropped even deeper, and a smile lit his eyes. “Have you ANY idea how hard it was to leave you once I had tasted that glorious pussy of yours? Christ, if I concentrate really hard, I can still taste you on my tongue. And as for the feel of what it’s like to be inside you; God, woman, it’s like nothing I’ve ever had in my life.”

Unconsciously, she moved closer to him, their bodies melting together almost as one.

“I finished with Riley the night you left. According to Giles he went back to the army and married some demon hunting army gal.” Her head dropped to his chest as she continued to mumble into his shirt. “I didn’t think you would leave. Not after what we’d done. I thought you were just sulking in your crypt for a few days, and then you would join me one night on patrol. But you never did. It took me weeks to believe you had really gone and I wouldn’t see you again. I used to come here every few days to visit Clem, but I only ever talked about you.” Her voice seemed to get smaller as she continued. “I didn’t know Dawnie kept in touch with you, she didn’t tell me or mom. I missed you so much, Spike.”

He believed her. His slayer never said anything she didn’t mean, but his insecurities about her made him say stupid things. His next statement was no exception. “Did you miss me, or the mind-blowing sex, slayer?”

She pushed herself away from, almost falling over the coffee table as she did.

“You heartless piece of shit.” She screamed at him. “Here I am, finally telling you how I felt about you, and you have to drag it down to the level of the gutter.”

Reaching for her, he pulled her back into his arms. “I’m sorry, luv. Please, I’m a bad rude man. I’m sorry, Buffy, I didn’t mean it.” He covered her hair in kisses as he spoke. He had put his foot in it big time again, and he wasn’t sure if she would believe his apology.

She struggled briefly in his embrace, before giving herself up to the sensation of his mouth in her hair.

“Just kiss me, Spike”

Needing no further encouragement he covered her mouth with his. Her mouth opened like a flower greeting the sun as he pushed his tongue inside to tangle with hers. They tasted each other over and over, only stopping now and again to let Buffy breathe. Finally, they let their mouths drift apart.

“Have you any idea what you do to me, Buffy?” he whispered against her lips.

Moving her hand to the bulge at the front of his jeans, she ran her nails along its length.

“I have a rough idea.”

Not to be out-done, Spike moved his hands to the juncture of legs and rubbed softly. Her heat was scorching, and the crotch was slightly damp. As his fingers continued their gentle stroking, he whispered in her ear.

“I want to make love to you in a bed, sweetheart. I want to look at you in candlelight and watch you move beneath me. I want to taste you all over, and have you melt on my tongue.”

Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed as sensation took over. She wanted this more than anything she had ever wanted in her life. She needed him inside her, filling her with his cool length as she pulsated around him.

Spike stopped the movement of his hand, and smiled when she whimpered in protest.

“Please, baby” she cooed at him. “Please, God, don’t leave me like this.”

“Come with me, sweetheart. Let’s christen that nice big bed downstairs.”

The reality of what she was about to do hit her like an express train. Once she made love with Spike, there would be no going back to what she was. He only had to touch her and she went up like a firecracker, yet some part of her wanted to hold back.

“Do you still love me, Spike” she asked, her eyes begging him to say yes.

“I could never stop loving you, Goldilocks.” He smilingly replied.

A huge grin lit up her face. “Then what are we waiting for, vampire. Let’s christen that bed.”

She was lifted high into his arms almost before she had finished her words. Holding her tightly to him to keep her safe, Spike lifted the manhole cover with his foot, and dropped down to the level below. Letting her slide sensuously down his aroused body, he pulled her in for a long, loving kiss.

Her eyes were still closed in passion as he lifted his lips from hers. She might want him right at this moment, but would she want him in the morning. Would she fly from him, virtue fluttering, guilt-ridden that she had succumbed to him. He had to know before this went any further. His heart was too fragile to let her use him again.

Gently he nipped at her neck with his blunt teeth. “I need to know how you feel about me, luv. I can’t do the ‘shag you and leave’ thing again. Please tell me you feel something for me, pet. Even if you lie.”

Lifting her hands into his hair, she gently pulled him back so that she could look into his eyes.

“When you left, I didn’t want to live. I thought I hated you, but you showed me what love really was. We didn’t just ‘shag’ as you so nicely put it; we made love. I wanted to run after you and tell you I loved you, but you were gone. I wanted to look for you, but another apocalypse kicked off, and I was stuck here.”

As the tears shone in her eyes, she dashed them away.

“I was so sure you would come back, Spike. So sure that you wouldn’t be able to stay away. I tried so hard to be my usual snarky self, but I didn’t realise till you’d gone, how much I enjoyed being with you, talking to you and even fighting with you. Even with the chip, you would find ways to hurt me.”

Tracing his lower lip with her finger, she smiled as he drew it into his mouth. The sensation of his tongue licking her fingertip made her knees weak, but she was determined to continue. “You usually hurt me with that smart mouth of yours, mister. All the comments about sagging asses and droopy tits.”

They both laughed then, and closed the distance between them for a soft kiss.

“But I didn’t realise how much you affected me till you were gone.” She whispered against his mouth. “I imagined all sorts of things had happened to you. I used to dream that I would find your ashes in a casket on my doorstep, or I would wake up hoping you were out at your stalking tree waiting to meet me on patrol.”

He drew her into his embrace, and placed her head against his shoulder. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He whispered against her hair, it was all he could think of to say.

“I’ve never been with anyone since you left, Spike.” She confessed quietly. “I just couldn’t bear to have anyone touch me with their hot hands. I need your cool touch in the night. I love you, Spike”

Christ, he was done for. He knew it as soon as she said she loved him. His golden goddess loved him, and that was all he needed to know. Lifting her in his arms, he walked to the bed and placed her gently in the centre. Moving away from his slayer was harder than he thought, but last time he had taken her in the dark; this time he wanted to see her in the light. As he moved around the room lighting candles, she smiled up at him coquettishly. His kitten wanted him, and that was all he needed to know.

With the candles lit, and the room bathed in light, he crawled up the bed to lie beside her. Smiling up at him, he could see that she was nervous and he wondered why. With infinite care, he drew her into his arms to kiss her thoroughly.

She melted into his embrace. Her thoughts were only of him, and she hoped she would be able to please him. No one in her short life had made her feel as special as Spike the last time they had made love. As he started to nibble softly at her neck, she moaned low in her throat. His soft lips were playing with the lobe of her ear, un-needed breaths heating her skin. He covered her body with his, his hands holding her head still for his assault.

Moving slowly down her body, he kissed every bare piece of flesh exposed to him. Once he had tasted all within his reach, he gently moved to her side and knelt beside her. Tilting his head to one side, he looked with awe at his Goddess. His hands shook slightly as he gently opened the buttons of her shirt exposing her lace clad breasts to his gaze. Her nipples, raised in arousal, peaked through the lace begging for his touch. With infinite care, he palmed one breast then the other through the material, and smiled in satisfaction as she arched into his touch.

“I’m going to take this slow, Buffy.” He whispered, close to her ear, as he continued to palm her breasts. “Last time we took each other in lust, this time I want to take you with love.”

Buffy’s eyes were closed as she continued to arch towards him. “Do you understand me, pet?” He asked gently. “I’m going to torture you with pleasure, till you beg for me. I’m going to take you so high you’ll never want to come down again.” Lovingly he licked the shell of her ear before mouthing against it. “Would you like that, sweetheart? Would you like me to worship you for the goddess you are?”

Words failed her as he continued to whisper what he intended to do with her body. She was mindless in passion, and she could feel her wetness pool between her legs. Restlessly, she started to rub her legs together as she lifted her hips in silent supplication. He had hardly begun, yet she was ready to beg for him to touch her.

“Please, Spike” she agonised. “Oh God, please touch me.”

Spike smiled against her neck as his hands moved to the clasp at the front of her bra. As the cool air of the crypt whispered across her breasts, Buffy let out a strangled moan. When his tongue softly caressed her aching nipples, she dug her hands into his hair and held him to her like a babe. He played her like a violin. Each swipe of his tongue brought her closer and closer to the edge of her sanity. Somewhere, in a part of her brain that could still comprehend; she wondered if she could come from just his voice and his mouth at her breast.

And suddenly she found that she could. Shudders of pleasure racked her body as it climbed higher and higher in ecstasy. Amazed that she had come so quickly, Spike removed his mouth from her breast, and smiled into her dazed eyes.

“Enjoy that, did you luv?” he asked, his smug smile lighting his face.

“No,” she grumbled; then smiled at his forlorn expression. “I wanted to come when you were inside me.”

Spike smiled at her and gently kissed her on the lips. “There’s a lot more I want to do to you, pet, before I fuck that sweet pussy of yours.”

Grabbing his face between her hands, she pulled his mouth back to hers. Her eyes were wide pools of green as she stared up at him before pulling him down for a hard kiss.

“Is that right, Spike” she whispered. “Well you’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn.”

Before he could say a word, she had reversed their position on the bed, and he found himself flat on his back with a bare-breasted slayer lying on top of him. Moving her knees to either side of his waist, she manoeuvred herself to sit on top of his lower stomach, her hands keeping his still on each side of his head.

He gazed up at her, his deep blue eyes filled with lust. “Whatcha got planned for me, luv?” he asked sweetly before curling his tongue behind his teeth.

Bending low from the waist, she brushed the tips of her nipples against his shirt. As his eyes fluttered shut at the sweet sensation of her body rubbing against his chest, his hips rise from the bed.

“Do you want me, pet?” she murmured against his mouth, using his own endearment deliberately. “Do you want to feel my cunt strangle your dick into submission?”

Words she had never used in her life poured from her mouth as she whispered against his mouth. “Do you want me to lick you nipples, just the way you licked mine? Do you want me to take your dick in my mouth and suck you dry? Do you want me?”

Spike was beyond speech. The mental pictures her words brought to his mind could be easily read in his eyes.

“Last time you tasted me, Spike. This time I want to taste you.”

As her words infiltrated into his lust-hazed mind, he felt her small powerful hands rip his shirt down the front of his chest. Buffy continued to sit on top of him, as she lowered her mouth to his chest. Slowly, just as he had done to her, she mouthed his nipples till they peaked in her mouth. She caressed them with small gentle nips, till he was moaning his delight. His erection was poking against her ass, and she moved slowly down his body until she sat astride him fully.

Jean-clad crotch met jean-clad crotch as they writhed against each other. Spike could feel the heat of her through two layers of thick denim, and he realised that he had never been so hard in his life. The smell of her arousal, thickly perfumed with her previous orgasm, assailed his senses making his dick twitch in response. She was right, if they did not have each other soon, there would be more damp patches on their clothes than a pair of horny teenagers.

Buffy was as mindless as he as she rubbed her swollen pussy against his hardness. She wanted him inside her, but the sensation of his hard length rubbing against her was just too pleasurable. As they rubbed furiously together, each lost in their own pleasure, they rubbed harder and harder against one another, searching for a mutual release.

And suddenly, there it was. Mind-blowing in its intensity, the result of their foreplay spilled out between them. Replete, Buffy fell forward, her arms cradling the man she loved. Spike held her in the cradle of his arms, her face buried in his neck.

It was bliss.

As he lay still, holding his slayer close to his unbeating heart, a frown speared between his eyes. He had not yet told her about the claim, or the need to take Dawn’s place. If his plan worked, then he would be leaving her life forever at the next lunar eclipse. They only had three days together before he died for the final time.

He knew his slayer. He knew if he told her that he intended to die in place of Dawn, she would try to find another way to beat the prophecy. They did not have time for that. Losing Dawn would hurt her forever, his loss she would grieve for a while and then move on. Wouldn’t she?

He held her tighter to his chest as his errant thoughts raced around his head. Would he dare ask her to let him claim her without explaining the prophecy? In that instant he came to a decision. He was sure that she loved him, but he was just as sure she would not let him claim her while there was a chance he would die because of it. He would just have to lie by omission.

“Buffy……sweetheart.” He gently shook her as he spoke her name. Now was his best chance to get her to agree to the claim.

“Uh-huh” she grunted into his chest.

Smiling at her sweet reply, he moved his mouth over her hair. “Got something to ask you, kitten.”

“Uh-huh” she retorted.

Her reply might have been only two syllables, but Spike could hear the love in her voice. “Are you listening, goldilocks? I want to ask you something important.”

“If it means I have to move, then the answer is NO” she mumbled.

“Oh pet, I could lie like this for an eternity, but I really need to talk to you.”

Ruffled at the seriousness in his voice, she decided to try some humour. “Now would not be a good time to tell me you really do have a mate, Spikey.”

Spike’s deep chuckle vibrated through her body as she curled on top of him. Lifting her head slightly, she looked with concern into his eyes. Although he had laughed at her comment, she really was concerned over what he had to say.

With all the bravado of a seasoned slayer, she put on her best bored voice. “Come on then bleach boy, what is so important right now that we need to talk about it.” Sliding her body sensuously against him, she purred in his ear. “Unless it involves taking off the rest of our clothes and shagging each other into the mattress, I’m not that interested.”

Spike’s head flew back against the pillows at the feel of her strong, yet soft, body yield against his. Ask her, he told himself sternly, ask her now.

“Do you love me, Buffy?” he asked, the sincerity shining from is eyes.

Startled slightly at his tone, Buffy lifted her head and looked down at him. She was sure she could detect a faint sheen of tears in his eyes, and had never felt so humbled. He really must love her with all his heart to ask that question.

“Yes, Spike.” She replied. “I really do love you.”

Grabbing her to him, his lips found hers in a frenzy of want. He kissed her till their lips were almost frayed at the edges, and then he kissed her some more. On and on the kiss built between them, till they finally parted and stared into each other’s eyes.

“Marry me, Buffy” he asked. “Let me claim you as mine forever.” When he noticed the slight frown between her eyes, he panicked. This was too important to all their futures, and he could not contemplate a refusal.

He begged her to say yes with his eyes. When she still didn’t answer, he knew he would have to persuade her.

“Please, sweetheart.” He begged. “I love you so much, and I can’t bear another day without you. I’ll worship you every day of my life, and I promise never to hurt you. Please, Buffy, please say yes.”

She continued to say nothing, the frown deepening between her eyes. He was conscious that he was holding a breath he did not need, and silently counted the seconds she was silent. This was not going well. He had hoped that her love for him would make her want the claim, but he could see her inner conflict written in her eyes.

Finally she spoke. “Will it hurt?” Three simple words that rolled from her tongue. His inner poet rejoiced, she had not said no, she just wanted to know what would happen.

“Not if I do it right, kitten.” He smiled at her. “All we have to do is make love. When the time is right, I bite down on your neck and taste some of your blood. When I take a few pulls, I’ll say ‘MINE’ and stop the flow. You have to return the claim by biting me until you draw blood. Once you do, all you say is ‘YOURS’, and that will be it.”

Tilting her head in a Spike-like manner, she stared down at him. “Is that it?” she asked incredulously.

“Yes, Buffy, that’s all there is to it.”

She continued to look at him with her head on a tilt. “And you won’t leave me?”

Oh Christ, he thought. How was he to answer this one?

“I won’t leave you till I’m dust, Buffy. I promise.”

Her face broke into the biggest smile he had ever seen her bestow on him.

“Then what are we waiting for, Spike?” she continued to grin. “Let’s get these fucking clothes off and get married.”

Spike grinned back at her. She was going to do it. She was going to let him claim her as his mate.
Dawn would be safe.

“Right then, the future Mrs. Bloody” he declared. “Let’s get these fucking clothes off and get so married we’ll be joined at the hip.”

Smiling at him with love, she whispered to him. “I want to be joined at more than the hip, Mr. Bloody.”

The two lovers rose from the bed in a blur. Clothes were torn from skin and strewn around the crypt in their haste to be close to each other, skin against skin. In mutual agreement, they fell back to the bed, their limbs tangled together like knotted twine. Hands crawling over each other in their haste to sense and touch. Small biting kisses reigned on necks, nipples, stomachs and thighs.

“I gotta taste you, luv” Spike purred against her thighs.

She lifted herself from her place on the bed at his words and pushed him back against the mattress. Smiling at him, she placed her pussy over his mouth and wiggled it enticingly in his face as she bent forward to take him fully into her mouth.

When her hot little mouth engulfed him, and her sweet tongue traced up and down his dick, Spike almost lost it. Burying his face in her lemon scented pussy, he used his tongue for all it was worth. Not only was he about to claim the most beautiful woman in the world, he was about to claim the best fucking cock-sucker he had ever had in his life.

Her small powerful hand was gently cradling his balls as she relaxed her throat muscles around his dick. He wanted to push his hips high off the bed and fuck her throat, but he held himself back. Bring his own hands into play he gently pushed two fingers into her hole, as he sucked hard on her clit. When his fingers were coated with her juices, he gently pushed his index finger into her little puckered hole, and rejoiced in the shudders it produced in her body.

Buffy had never felt anything like it. He was slowly stretching her ass with his fingers, and she was surprised how much she liked it. Up until that moment, she had always considered her ass as a ‘one-way system’, but the ripples of pleasure that coursed through her as he continued to move his fingers in and out of her were almost too much to bear.

Payback, she decided. If he could pleasure her so much, then she had to return the favour. She was wondering what she could do to increase his pleasure, when she felt him stick his tongue where his fingers had been. Shock ran through her system at the feel of his long cool tongue invade her most private place, and her head lifted from his dick.

Spike felt her body pulse as he continued to tongue her. His fingers were moving in and out of her sopping cunt, his thumb brushing her clit. She was almost sobbing with pleasure and he felt his heart swell in his chest. It may not beat, but he was sure that in that second it did.

She was so close to coming, he could feel it in the way her muscles contracted around his tongue and fingers. Lifting her gently from his face, he placed her down on the bed and moved between her thighs. As he bent his head to kiss her, she moved quickly to the side and he caught her cheek.

“I might love you, Spike, but I’m dammed sure I’ll let you put your tongue in my mouth after where it’s just been.”

Spike laughed softly at her, and continued to nibble her neck. “Tastes of ambrosia, pet. Like lemon and peach with just a hint of strawberry.”

“Maybe to you, Spike.” She laughed up at him. “But I don’t think I want to try it for myself.”

Shrugging his shoulders in compliance, he again started to kiss her neck. Moving slowly down to her breast, he licked her rose-tinted nipples till they shone in the candlelight. His hand moved back to her clean-shaven pussy, and he moved his fingers in and out gently. He did not want her to come just yet; he wanted to claim her as her body pulsated with pleasure.

Finally he replaced his fingers with the tip of his dick. Rubbing it up and down her crack, he made sure to rub the head in circles over her clit. She was so close to coming now, and he could not hold himself back any longer. With a triumphant cry he pushed into her, hard.

He had used almost all the tricks he knew to take Buffy to the edge, but he had not realised just how much being back inside her tight wet hole would affect him. Her muscles wrapped around him like a vice, and he thought he would die from the heat of her essence. When he was buried to the hilt, he tried to stay perfectly still and not move. If he did, this would be over before it had even begun.

“Christ, pet” he babbled into her neck. “So tight. So hot. Made for me you were.”

As he felt himself once again gain control, he started to move within her. Lifting her hips towards him, Buffy met him stroke for stroke. Slow and easy they moved against one another, each allowing the sensation of being joined to wash over them.

Staring each other in the eye, their movements started to speed up. They were two supernatural beings, their strengths matched to each other. Faster and faster their coupling continued, until each knew the other was close to the edge.

Spike entreated her with his eyes to let him claim her. He did not say a word, yet she knew what he was trying to say. With a slight nod of her head, almost imperceptible in the candlelit room, she tilted her head to the side to give him access.

He stared down at the mark left by Angel, and his demon rejoiced in the chance to eradicate the mark of his grand-sire. As the demon burst forth, Buffy could not believe what was happening to his body. His face had changed into his familiar demon features, but what surprised her most was the sudden increase in girth and length of his dick. Spike was not poorly made in that department as a man, but as a demon he was phenomenal.

Her back arched involuntarily as he pounded into her as a demon. She felt stretched beyond anything in her experience, and she felt totally filled. His talon extended fingers drove themselves into her hair, as his fangs descended towards her throat. With a gentleness she did not expect, she felt his fangs pierce her neck.

From nowhere, the biggest orgasm of her young life racked through her system. Her body pulsed and pulsed in time to the pull of Spike’s mouth against her neck. After what seemed like hours, he gently withdrew his fangs and spoke the word that would bind them for eternity.

“MINE”

Buffy could not believe it. Her body was in the throes of another orgasm, her cum soaking the sheets beneath them. She could not seem to help herself. Opening her mouth wide, she bit down as hard as she could over the mark Drusilla had made the night she turned him. Tasting his blood on her tongue, she was surprised that she enjoyed its smoky, coppery flavour.

“YOURS” she spoke against her bite.

With an animalistic roar, he came inside her. On and on it went until she felt his essence join hers on the sheet.

Finally he was spent. His features quickly returned to normal, the sound of the bones shifting back into place, loud in the quiet aftermath of their love-making. Purring loudly against his mark, Buffy felt his love and devotion to her through the bond of the claim. She had never felt so content in her life.

Her vampire loved her with all his being, and she loved him in return.