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Chapter 33

As soon as the gentle swaying of the coach began as it got into motion, Buffy started to nod off again. She really needed to work on getting her sleep patterns situated. This staying up half the night, only to wake at dawn, was starting to get to her. God forbid one day she started snoring at some ball, or other equally embarrassing situation. Leaning against Spike’s arm, she sighed dreamily and gave in to her body’s demands. Her eyes closing as sleep overcame her.

Spike glanced down at the Slayer and snorted. Picking her up, he settled her body in his lap, allowing her head to rest against his shoulder. Couldn’t allow her to fall from her perch now, could he?

Shortly thereafter, the carriage pulled to a stop in front of – what he assumed to be – his residence. He shook the Slayer awake, setting her beside him so he could step down from the conveyance and assist her. Spike had to admit she looked rather cute half asleep as she was, almost tumbling face first out the door if he hadn’t been there to catch her.

The Marchioness’ laughter at his wife’s antics caused his own lips to turn up in amusement, and he bade the vampiress good night, steering the Slayer towards the front door.

Once inside, Spike swung his wife up in his arms, figuring it would be the quickest and easiest way to get her up to his room. The door seemed to open just as he reached it, his manservant awake and ready to assist him with preparing for bed. The valet, upon seeing his lord and lady together, knew instinctively that he would not be needed, and instead, just pulled the door to behind him. Walking down the hallway, he poked his head in his mistress’ room and sent her maid off to bed as well.

Back inside the master bedroom, Spike laid the Slayer upon the bed. His eyes feasted on her form, the red dress that appeared to mold to her skin. He’d spent the entire night imagining this moment. How he’d rip the gown from her body and slam himself inside her as his lust consumed him, driving them both higher and higher until their bodies shook with their release.

Seeing her now; however, he wanted to slowly peal the garment off of her, piece by delectable piece, like an unexpected gift that he wanted to savor opening. His gaze finally lifted to her face, not surprised to find her wide-awake and watching him. As Spike’s eyes had roamed over her body, he’d heard her indrawn gasp, her increased heart rate, that signaled her growing arousal. But neither of those competed with the delicious scent that emanated from her core.

He moved to the foot of the bed and lifted one boot, his hand going to the laces and working them loose so that he could slide it free. After the first one was finished, he started on the other, his slow, torturous movements driving them both wild with need. The second boot dropped to the floor and his cool hands slid beneath her skirts to remove the stockings from both of her legs. The first touch of his hands upon her skin and her eyes fell shut. Again he took his time, his fingers stopping often to knead the muscles, relaxing and stimulating at the same instance.

Buffy bit her lip to keep from crying out, his pleasurable torment driving her near insane. Her need for him had grown to epic proportions, and she was ready for him to just rip his clothes off – hers too – and pound her into the mattress. Instead, he was slowly driving her out of her mind. She groaned when his hands fell away from her legs, distressed at being denied his touch. Her eyes opened, and she stared greedily as he moved to one of the chairs and began pulling off his eveningwear; his nude body was something she’d never tire from seeing.

When he was wearing nothing but his breeches, he returned to her side, assisting her to her feet so he could work on the dress’s buttons. Buffy allowed herself to be turned around, his position at her back causing her to feel somewhat vulnerable.

Spike started with her hair, hunting down each and every pin that held it secure atop her head. It was a wonder she didn’t have a headache from the sheer volume that fell to the floor. Finally, the last pin slipped from between his fingertips, and he watched entranced as her hair floated down her back and covered his hands. His head lowered, and he inhaled deeply, the shiny tresses giving off a fragrance he’d come to associate with the Slayer.

It made him want to shove her face first into the bed and…

He felt her stiffen in front of him as if poised for his assault, and he once more reined in his lust and concentrated on undoing the buttons of her gown. Sliding her hair over the front of her shoulder, he went to work at the tiny fastenings, silently grumbling about the size and quantity. It gave him thoughts about ripping the bloody thing off of her. And he would have, if he’d not wanted to see her in this particular gown again and again. When the last button came undone, Spike slipped his hands inside the seam and cupped her shoulders. Running them down her bare arms, he caused the material to follow until it fell away from her body to pool at her feet.

Clad now in just her undergarments, he could see the rise and fall of her chest, indicative of her increasing desire. His hand slipped into hers briefly, just long enough to help her step over the pile of material, then let go. Crouching beside her, he quickly grabbed the discarded dress and threw it over the chair he’d tossed his own clothes upon.

He turned back around, pleased to see that she hadn’t moved – her back still to him. His eyes skimmed the layers of material he’d yet to go through so that he could feel her bare skin against his, and knew that this round would go quicker – and most likely throw the Slayer off. As he reached her, he placed his hands beneath the corset and pulled. The garment, unused to the strength of a vampire, simply ripped down the middle, the sound mingling with her shocked gasp. Impatient now to see her, his claws tore away the remaining items covering her body, his haste causing him to nick her flesh – a slight hiss of pain escaping the Slayer’s mouth.

Spike smelled the blood immediately and once again had to rein in his demon to keep from ravishing her. The vampire had other plans. He wanted the Slayer’s total surrender, and while he knew he’d get it regardless of what method he employed, he was also conscious of their desire for a soft wooing. A tender assault. It was the reason he’d left his pants on, although that would soon change.

When the last scrap of cloth fell away, leaving her body completely exposed to his perusal, Spike made quick work of drawing back the covers before scooping the Slayer up in his arms and depositing her on the cool sheets. He stepped out of his breeches and joined her on the bed, lying on his side and propped on his elbow, so that he could look at her. So close, his erection brushed against her hip, his hand in easy access to her pleasure centers.

But he’d get to those later. For now…

His hand cupped her jaw, turning her face towards him, and he lowered his head to claim her lips, his full mouth brushing back and forth across hers. Little nibbles that made her pant all the harder and open her mouth, as if begging for his invasion.

“So beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. “All mine.”

Spike could feel her shift beside him, desperate to increase the contact.

“Shhhh…just feel…”

His thumb brushed back and forth along her jaw as he continued to press light kisses to her lips. She mewled in protest and he gave her what she wanted, his tongue sliding into her mouth. Over and over it went, the slow in and out movement a precursor of what was to come once he finally sheathed himself within her body. For now, he made love to her mouth, as if he had no care in the world except to kiss her. And kiss her, he did. Each soft brush of his tongue against hers causing the Slayer to press closer to him, her body all but laying on her side, his cock flush against her stomach.

Just when she thought she could take it no more, he tore his mouth away, trailing his lips along her jaw. His target: her ear.

“Mmmm…taste so good, pet.”

“Spiiiiike,” she hissed when his lips clamped down on her lobe. He was slowly driving her insane. Her body, aching with need…and he just seemed to be adding more fuel to the flames.

And he’d not even touched her with his hands yet. Not really. Not in the places she wanted to be touched.

Her breasts and quim were practically craving his sinful touch, but as yet, they were left wanting. Aching. She strained against him, desperate to feel him, and nearly wept with frustration when his hand left her neck and gripped her hip, stilling her movements. Her mouth turned downward at being denied, but then his thumb started moving. Lazy circles drawn upon her hip. Just enough stimulation to take her mind off the fact that he’d yet to venture further.

But the promise was there.

Spike had every intention of bathing her other ear with the same attention as the first, but his head lowered and his gaze locked on a pert nipple. The pointed stub just begging for his lips, his tongue…or his hand. He slid down her body and captured it between his teeth, rolling his tongue over it to make it harder. As he sucked at her breast, he silently congratulated himself for lasting this long.

“God, Spike…harder…” Her fingers sifted through the curls on his head, kneading his scalp even as she held him in place against her breast.

Spike felt the restless movements of the Slayer and released the nipple he’d been suckling. Concentrating on the diamond-like bud, he blew cool air over the tip, smiling as she sucked in her breath. Then he lowered his mouth to the other rosy tip and began a repeat performance.

Buffy was reduced to babbling at this point, begging and pleading for him to put her out of her misery. She wasn’t quite sure how much more she could take. Her blood was thrumming through her veins, her breathing erratic as his lips and tongue teased her flesh.

Friction. She needed friction.

Knowing he’d keep her from moving yet again, she lowered one hand to her pussy. So wet from his teasing, she didn’t have to bother with preparing herself, just shoved three fingers between her swollen outer lips – her hips arching off the bed to increase the penetration. No thought was spared that she was pleasuring herself in front of him, her embarrassment long since past. She needed release, even a small one at this point, and if it took her giving it to herself, so be it.

Spike could feel her movements, and tore his mouth from his prize to see her fucking herself with her fingers. The sight was damn erotic, made more so by the look of rapture on her face. She was so into her own pleasure she wasn’t even aware that he’d stopped what he was doing. Was instead watching her, or more specifically, her fingers as they slipped in and out of her quim. He zeroed in on the juices covering her slim digits, his tongue desperate to taste her.

She was moaning now. Her body drawing tighter as the pressure between her legs built. Fingers increasing in speed as her pleasure mounted.

“More, Spike…I need more…”

Not wanting to take his eyes off her performance, he settled himself on his knees between her legs. His hand lowered to her clit, flicking his thumb back and forth across it a few times then stopping.

“That what you need, luv?”

Her head thrashed back and forth upon the pillows as he worked the bundle of nerves, her keens of pleasure causing his dick to twitch.

“No?”

Spike grabbed her hips and lifted her onto his lap. His hand closed about her wrist, pulling her fingers from where they’d been frantically pumping at her core, lifting them to his lips so that his tongue could lick them clean. When he was done, he dropped her hand and positioned himself at her opening.

“How ‘bout this?” he asked, sliding into her hot, moist passage. “This what you want, Slayer?”

Buffy gasped in surprise as he slid home, her inner muscles easily giving way as his cock filled her. Her eyes opened, her face a mask of confusion when he just sat there, seemingly content to be just buried inside of her.

“Your show, luv,” he answered her unasked question.

A smile lit her face, and she raised her arms, indicating her desire to have him lift her – a request with which he happily complied. Putting his arms around her back and hauling her up off the bed until she sat in his lap. With her chest flush against his, Buffy wrapped her arms around his back and held herself in place – pleased with the control this new position afforded her.

She experimented a bit, finding out what felt good for her – and him. What movements made him purr, and what drove him to grip her hips tight and groan. This power that she held over him – similar to wearing that dress – thrilled her. Proved she wasn’t the only one vulnerable to need.

Buffy stilled on his lap causing a growl of protest from her lover. Revenge was sweet, and she was determined to exact upon him the same treatment he’d gifted her.

Lacing her fingers in his hair, she pulled his head back and brushed light kisses across his lips. Spike had beautiful lips. Sensual lips. Full and soft, just begging to be kissed. Which she did.

Although, he seemed wise to her game, keeping his lips locked tight. Her eyes narrowed, then a sudden thought struck her.

“Fuck! Slayer!” he gasped. “Again…do it again.”

She did, only because he asked so sweetly, his purr of pleasure as she tightened her inner walls around his cock, music to her ears. Buffy kept up the sweet torture while she kissed him, her tongue sliding inside his mouth, much the same way he’d done to her earlier. The rumbling in his chest caught her by surprise. Knew it meant he was close to losing control, and she was both thrilled and dismayed. Thrilled because she liked knowing she wasn’t the only one who got lost in the other’s touch. Dismayed because she liked being in the driver’s seat, setting the pace of their lovemaking.

Well, if she was going to lose it, may as well go out with a bang.

Her hips once more in motion, she rode his cock as she nibbled her way down his neck. Fascinated by the scars, the marks that made him what he was, her tongue flicking along their outline. She didn’t feel Spike’s face shift, her gentle teasing too much for his demon to take.

‘Bloody chit doesn’t know what she’s doing to me,’ Spike thought, his grip on her hips tightening even more. His hands urging her to a faster pace while his body coiled tighter and tighter beneath hers. Since seeing her pleasuring herself, he wanted her to be the one that brought herself off. But if she kept up what she was doing, he wouldn’t be…

He struck blindly. Instinctively.

His fangs burying into his mark as her blunt teeth bit down on Drusilla’s. She climaxed immediately, releasing his neck and crying out his name as her inner walls contracted around his cock. Spike was in a haze of lust, so far gone, his partner’s orgasm hadn’t even registered.

Lowing her onto her back, he lay on top of her and proceeded to fuck her senseless. His hips thrust into hers, driving her quickly to another orgasm. As the last shudder racked her body, Spike released his fangs from her neck and slipped out of her. He flipped her to her stomach, lifting her ass in the air as he knelt behind her. One quick thrust and he was buried to the hilt once again.

Beneath him, the Slayer struggled to all fours, delighting in this new position. And his loss of control…

Spike shoved her hair out of the way, exposing her sweat drenched back to his gaze. Her neck still bleeding from where he’d bit her. His arms slipped beneath her stomach and pulled her back against him – her back flush against his chest – his mouth latching onto the open wounds and lapping at her blood. Her head fell back against his shoulder, giving him whatever access he might need.

His hand slipped into her moist curls to play with her clit, and Buffy could do nothing but whimper, caught between pleasure and pain as her over-sensitized nubbin was fondled yet again. She felt his movements increase at his impending release, and she concentrated on squeezing his cock as it thrust in and out of her quim.

“Yeah, luv. Squeeze me good…feel so…damn, Slayer…” he snarled. “More…that’s it, baby…fuck.”

One final squeeze and he was done for, spilling his seed as her muscles contracted, yet again, around his length. He rode out both of their orgasms, his hips in constant motion until the last tremor subsided.

The Slayer collapsed back against him, too sated to move. His arms slipped about her waist to hold her close while he nuzzled her neck. Sensing she was about to fall asleep right there against him, he lifted her off of him and gently lowered her to the mattress. Reaching behind him, he grasped the covers and, after lying down and pulling the Slayer’s body snug against him, settled them around both of their bodies.

Moments later, both were asleep.

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