I take her tiny writhing body and spin her around, slamming her into the wall behind us. The plaster cracks as the force of our bodies crash against it. My balls are aching inside the confines of my jeans, and I want to reach inside and unleash it. But she feels too good, too hot, too wet.

I want to see her naked. But I can’t make myself pull away from her. Perhaps if she allows me to take her again, I will have that chance. Right now all that fuels the both of us is pure, unadulterated need.

I want her to see me naked. See the length of my manhood. Marvel at it’s size. I want to watch her gaze travel from the top of my head to the top of my...um, other head. To see me as a beautiful creature that ought to be loved and adored, not as some hideous monster or rabid animal that needs to be put down.

I slide in and out of her at a furious pace. Her delicious cream slurps and pops as I thrust my growing cock deep inside of her. She’s wet. Dripping all around me, soaking my jeans.

I did that to her!

Me.

Spike.

Her eyes roll up and passion-heavy eyelids shield me from what is going on behind them. She falls forward on me as the first orgasmic waves crash throughout her tiny frame, making her shudder and squeeze all around me. I feel her face buried against my throat and her petite hands tangling themselves in my hair. I feel the walls of her sex pulling my seed from me.

We’re coming together. I grow weak in the knees as I spew everything I have left into her. Can’t stand any longer. I fall back onto the floor. And she’s still clutching onto me like I’m her bloody life preserver!

The weakened floor gives way as the weight of our tangled bodies fall upon the boards. We crash down to the basement below. Her hands release their deathgrip from around my neck and she sits up as we make impact on the floor. I’m spent, but still hard as ever for her. Always ready for another go.

She lets out a feral scream as my cock plunges into the uncharted depths of her pussy. I can tell no man has ever shagged her this deeply before. Much too tight.

Perhaps it is the slight concussion I’ve received as my head slammed into the floor, because I am struck speechless. We are no longer fighting and insulting, we’re fucking. She’s leaning back and popping up and down on me, impaling herself over and over again on my dick. I’m too out of it to grab her hips and see if I can go further inside. To touch her very womb. I know I can, but I’m still too numb with disbelief to make any movements other than what comes instinctively.

She’s not even looking at me right now. Her eyes are shut tightly and her bottom lip has started to bleed a little as she rides me. I wonder if she even realizes who she’s fucking right now—or if she cares.

I hear her screaming as she thrusts herself harder and deeper upon me. And to my shock, my erection continues to grow within her. I’m nearly bursting at the seams trying to hold my cum until she’s ready to go there with me. However, if she continues to caress me with that slippery, soft, and oh-so-hot pussy, I may not have a choice!

I feel her body lean forward ever so slightly and with each thrust I make, with each sway of her hips, I feel her coming closer.

My depth perception must be way off from my newly acquired head injury because it looks as if my Slayer is coming closer to me.

Nope, not a hallucination. Here she comes.

Closer....

Closer...

....until she’s hovering right above my face.

Her breath is hot and smells sweet like candy. I momentarily close my eyes to savor the sensations. But I hear her pant my name as she begins to come again. Her clit has made contact and is drenching my cold cock with a liquid akin to molten lava.

I open my eyes to gaze up at the mouth that whispers the name I gave myself just over a century ago.

She’s looking straight into my eyes, just as I look into hers. There’s a fire behind them that I hadn’t seen since her return from the grave. I never thought she could look more beautiful than at this very moment. Never fathomed that she could want me, need me as much as I did her. Never imagined that this is what they both needed in order to feel truly alive.