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Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I own nothing.

Buffy opened her eyes and climbed out of bed, wearing only a tank top and pajama bottoms and no underwear. After last night's mattress fun, she decided to stop wearing panties. She figured what was the point since she would tell him to rip them anyway if he didn't beat her to it first. She sensed him. Spike was somewhere inside the house. She tried to gauge him with her vampire senses, walking from room to room unable to locate him until she opened the door to the basement. There was some light from a candle lit in the background, enabling Buffy to make out his silhouette at the bottom of the stairs. Once her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, she could tell Spike was nude. His body was amazing. Spike had unbelievable definition and muscles in places she'd never seen before. He was waiting for her, twirling an object around his finger and wearing a sadistic smile.

They'd been the best lovers and Buffy sensed he wanted to top last night's fun. Slowly, she descended the stairs, removing her pajama bottoms to fall on the top step then her tank top to fall on the last. She was standing completely naked before him with the object in clear view. It was handcuffs. Buffy gave him a mischievous smile, placing her hands onto his shoulders. She smelled him, waiting for her senses to take inventory, cigarettes, alcohol, and desire. Everything was accounted for. She slid one hand along the curve of his shoulder, up his neck and into his hair. She grabbed a handful of it, yanking his head back to lick and graze her teeth along his jugular. Spike hissed then growled, changing into to game face then back. One chill after another nipped at her skin then transformed into heat. Seeing his inner beast baring itself to her was animerotic. Her other hand stroked his cock a few times, pulling him by it closer to her so the slit of her wet folds could rub overtop of it.

Buffy wasn't home when Spike visited the Summer's house. He talked to Dawn on the back porch for a few hours until she went off to bed. The silly girl forgot to lock the back door, allowing Spike to walk right in. He knew Buffy had retired early from patrol probably still fatigued from last night. Joyce was hard sleeper so he didn't worry about her hearing him. He walked down the steps leading into the basement. It was only a matter of time before Buffy would awake sensing him and feeling the claim wound throbbed like an erect clit. He undressed and removed the handcuffs from his coat pocket and stood at the end of the stairs. Just as he predicted, he didn't have to wait long. Spike had felt her coming to him. He smirked when the door opened, smelling her arousal.
His cock was ready with anticipation and seeping with excitement.

With her naked beauty in front of him, all he could do was stare at her in awe. Her sweet smelling skin, flowing blonde hair, and strong petite body had never failed to keep his cock hard. The sexual power it possessed matched his own. His dark verses her light left shades of gray weakness for the other. Buffy made the first move and he wasn't surprised. They'd been fucking for months and each time she was becoming bolder and bolder in her actions. He loved it. Her lips, teeth and tongue inflicted a kind of torturous passion he and his beast longed for. She was theirs tonight.

"Want me" Spike asked.

"Always" Buffy replied.

Buffy covered his mouth with the fullness of her lips, giving him tongue until it became an equal exchange. She loved experiencing him. Spike had the devil's blessing and his tongue, hands, and cock were necessary evils. She knew it would never be the same with anyone else but there would be no one else. Spike must have sensed what she was thinking. As soon as the thought had left her mind, she heard him say.

"You're mine...mine you hear me? Mine, whenever I want you."

His words sent an orgasmic tingle throughout her body.

"Yes, I'm yours" she whispered.

Buffy bared her wrists to him. Spike kissed and licked the pressure points before locking them in the cuffs. She raised her arms, placing them over his head to rest on his shoulders. Spike picked her up by the waist and Buffy's legs locked around his. There mouths met in a heated kiss, turning passionate with every thrust of the other's tongue. Spike's hands roamed recklessly over her back. The plan was to carry her to the cot and fuck her senseless but he had to eat her first. He placed her on the cold machine, leaving the softness of her lips to travel to her neck then her breasts, taking care of sucking each one. He bit and pulled on her nipples until they were no longer pink but red and raw. Buffy was willing his hands to go further and yet again he read her mind. As he leaned forward and she leaned further back, Spike penetrated her with his fingers. The knobs on the machine pressed into her bare back. However, Buffy's body was too riddled with pleasure to care about comfort.

"Auuhhhnn...Spike"


Buffy was high. Her glassed over eyes stared into his strong ones, both knowing they were freaks of their own lust for the other.

"Buffy...my beautiful slayer." He whispered, replacing his fingers with his tongue and then moving them to finger her ass while he licked her clit.

"Auuuhhhnnnn..Spi...I need...Oh G...ye....fuc..."

Buffy's ramblings weren't making any sense while Spike's tongue erased her train of thought. With only a few lickings away from climaxing, she came when Spike tightened his grip on her breasts.

While her pearl juice collected in a puddle on the large appliance, Spike guided his cock into her soft, wet flesh. Her pussy had a strong hold on him. He pulled half way out. Buffy looked at him with her mouth wide open, unable to use her hands to force him back in. He'd taken the power away from her. He was teasing her. When his eyes flickered yellow, her eyes grew wide. She smiled wickedly. Although his beast made him stronger, it also made him vulnerable.

"Bite me" She whispered.

With those two simple words, Spike sank his fangs and cock into her at the same time. It wasn't in his nature to be gentle, but she could bring it out in him. His stiffness worked her slow with an occasional ramming.

"Please...please...please"

Buffy didn't know why she was begging.

"Please what, luv...please don't stop fucking you."

Buffy didn't know how to explain it but her soul knew as Spike's powerful whispered words, left her with shivers that went down from her neck to her center. It was a passionate cum hot, sticky and beautiful, triggering his explosion of hot, white icing.

A/N: I hope you liked it. Please review...do you want more...I think I have one more in me. :)




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