"Afraid I’m gonna..."

Not wanting to hear anything more he had to say, the undeniable attraction that had been smoldering between them for quite some time finally burst forth in a fury of all-consuming passion. Her mouth crushed into his and he instinctively pressed hard back into her. She didn’t give a damn anymore about why he could hurt her...and a part of her wished that he would—in a good way.

Who cared if she came back wrong? Maybe it might liberate her from this feeling of despair that continued to creep inside her like crawly little bugs. This felt different than it had with her other boyfriends...new...different... "right", if there was such a thing. If she was now partially a demon, that part of her screamed to pull him closer. Bring him in tighter. Fuck the hell out of him until her thigh muscles ached and her pussy was raw and bleeding.

Her Slayer strength pressed him tightly against the wall and she could feel the incredible stiffness of his erection pressing into her waist. More than anything she wanted to feel his cock sheathed deep within her, something raw—inhuman. The feelings he was already dragging from her were nearly too much to bear. The lust pulled at her clit, causing it to swell and throb as her lacy thong teased it with her movements. Her arm flailed wildly around Spike’s head and crashed into the crumbling plaster behind him.

That was when he decided to run the show. His powerful hands gripped her tightly and slammed her against the wall, his tongue demanding entrance as he plunged the wet muscle deeply into her mouth. He drank hungrily of her mouth as he did blood and she had to break the kiss for a moment in order to not die of pure and unadulterated desire...oh yeah, and the falling ceiling.

Buffy pushed him several times across the room, towards the wall she saw in front of her, in order to dominate him once again. Her mouth seared into his and this time SHE delved deeply into him, exploring every inch of what he offered her. His cologne was musky and rich, nothing like the scents of her other lovers that burned her nostrils when she walked into a room—this one was subtle and intoxicating. Her breaths came in helpless gasps as she tried to inhale the scent of him and taste the mouth-watering flavor of bourbon and cigarettes that clung to his lips.

Her feet left the floor and she wondered if she could float from untainted pleasure. But then she realized he had lifted her, her thighs instinctively wrapped themselves tightly around his waist. Nothing between them but the blue denim and her thong...and the pesky skirt that she was violently pulling up to gain access to his swelling member.

No waiting. Couldn’t wait. Needed him buried deep inside of her...NOW!

Hands found his fly and she quickly pulled his zipper down, revealing a spectacular erection like none she’d ever witnessed. She kissed him once again, then pulled away, hoping to catch a glimpse of his reaction to this tawdry affair. Animal lust burned deep within his gaze, flecking his crystal blue eyes with hints of gold and amber. Her hand moved from his fly over to the thin lace that separated her dripping pussy from his cool, hard cock and she settled herself over the head, sliding easily down the length.

Shock gleamed in the eyes of the vampire that was sheathed inside of her. Their bodies interlocked, yet unmoving as the reality of what they had just done sunk in. Was he going to allow her this pleasure? She wondered. But Spike just stood still, mesmerized by the fact that the love of his unlife was clenching her taut inner muscles around him.

Her body lowered and raised, her hand gripping onto the back of his neck for leverage, as she began to pump atop the pulsing organ. Already she felt the first flushes of orgasm building, making her legs weak. As if sensing her meltdown, he spun and pressed her roughly against the wall, biting at her neck and the bit of fabric of her white top. She reached above her head, clutching onto the lamp that was attached to the cracked wall.

Hips grinding up and down, side to side, writhing under the explosive sensations his luscious dick provided, she gripped him tighter—burying him deeper inside. They fucked without a word, the only audible noise from them was a groan or moan of gratification as their climax began to build. Her head tilted back against the wall and his head rested against her breasts as he slammed the cock deeper and deeper inside of her—so deep, she felt she might drown in genuine bliss. New sensations rocked her body with every thrust, stars exploded behind her eyelids with every rhythmic movement of his dick.

One last thrust made them simultaneously scream as the orgasms shook them both. He leaned toward her, as if looking for support, still sheathed within her. She slumped against him, wrapping her arms around him and falling against his chest. The last little movement was all the floor needed before it gave way and cracked beneath them, sending them falling to the basement below.

There she hovered above the stunned vampire, panting in unison with him until she collapsed with exhaustion.

Her head rested on top of his chest, every muscle quivering as she attempted to calm herself.

They lay together in stunned silence for nearly a half hour before he finally broke the quiet, "Wow....that was....amazing."

She tried to ignore it. Yet she couldn’t deny that the sex went beyond amazing, beyond what any mere words could express. It transcended anything she could ever dream up in her best fantasies. And as spent as her body was, she already felt the stirrings of desire drenching her with moist heat. She began to wonder if Slayers and vampires really WERE kindred as Dracula had eluded to, because she felt so...complete...with this platinum blonde sex god.

Their eyes locked once again as her face rose to meet his, "Amazing doesn’t come close. Fuck me again."

"With pleasure luv," he began, "but...."

Self consciousness began to creep in, "But what?"

"I want to see your breathtaking breasts when I fuck you this time, I want to see your dark curls before I tangle my fingers in them," he purred and slid his fingers beneath her shirt. Light caresses trailed across her stomach as he silently urged her to remove her top.

Hesitating only for a moment, she replied with a seductive wink, "I’ll get naked if you do."

She barely finished the sentence before he began removing the hindering fabric from his body. Unconsciously she was already removing her jacket, but stopped as she witnessed the sumptuous body that lay before her. There he lay in all his spectacular glory, his impressive cock standing at full attention, her wetness still gleaming on the head of the shaft. His large hand clasped around the length of his dick, stroking and pumping, readying himself for another round with the insatiable woman that stood frozen and drooling before him.

"Time’s a-wastin’ lover," he grinned. His tongue darted out and slid erotically over his top lip, inviting her for a taste.

That one move broke the spell and she snapped back into reality. She felt so free in Spike’s presence, as if she had nothing to hide or be embarrassed by. They were on equal ground—matching each other perfectly in skill and stamina.

She stood before him with her jacket barely clinging to her shoulders. Then she turned with her back facing towards him and let it slip down onto the rubble. He sat up at this, preparing himself to enjoy the show she was beginning to put on for him.

Buffy’s fingers reached for the bottom of her shirt and she stretched her body towards the sky as far as she could, like a kitten stretches in a sunbeam, removing the top.

"Come on Slayer, I want to see you. Wanna see your big, beautiful tits. Wanna put ‘em in my mouth and suck them until the nipples bruise!"

Her loins began to ache at the thought of his talented mouth suckling roughly on the sensitive peaks. Impatience didn’t even allow her to remove the leather skirt before she was once again straddling his groin, which twitched beneath her sodden entrance.

"Here they are Big Boy, come and get ‘em," she answered, lifting one mound to his lips.

He flicked his tongue over the receptive peaks, biting gently and drawing them further into his mouth. Buffy leaned her head back to allow the feel of his incredible mouth on her nipples to take her away into a blissful oblivion. The tender agony rocked her as she rubbed the folds of her wanton pussy along the full extent of his throbbing cock, saturating him with hot sticky cream.

They fucked...again. And again. And again. And after a while had begun losing count for how many times they had fucked each other. Buffy tried every position she had in her arsenal. Her one time with Angel hadn’t lasted long enough to enjoy. The one night stand with Parker was laughable as she remembered him desperately trying to keep up until she got annoyed with the boy and had slid off of him unsatisfied. Riley had some stamina, but she still feared she might break the boy every time she came—her thighs being able to turn his bones to powder when she was in the throes of passion. Through it all, there had always been something missing—something that Spike seemed to be able to sense and give to her.

The marathon sex continued the entire night, each session bringing a more intense climax than the last one. He knew what she needed, wanted...craved.

The final time she was so exhausted and out of breath that she’d insisted Spike take the lead. He was more than happy to oblige her. She felt her body tense as she waited for his cock to once more slip into her wetness and take her over the edge. Instead, he kissed down the length of her body, down to the soft curls that were damp with sweat and cum.

His tongue grazed over the sensitive nub and he flicked it back and forth. "Feel it luv? Mmmm, tastes sooo good. Warm, sticky and sweet...just like cotton candy."

Her only answer came in short, ragged gasps as the ministrations of his tantalizing muscle kept her hovering on the edge of release and sweet satisfaction.

"Don’t....stop....oh god...oh GODDDDD!" she screamed as he brought the pleasure to new heights.

"Think that’s great?" he asked.

She nodded dumbly. Who wouldn’t?

Spike smiled knowingly and purred against the blazing flesh that pulsed a hair’s breadth from his lips. "You haven’t seen anything yet, luv."

With that, he cupped his hands beneath her ass and lifted her, placing their clothing underneath her until she was positioned where he wanted her. His hands caressed her inner thighs, plying them open to display her steaming apex. Inhaling her sexual perfume, he bent down and began to suck hard on her clit, making her writhe blindly with every touch. The blunt edge of his teeth found and he nipped softly at it, causing her thighs to jerk and her hands to reach down and pull his mouth closer to the needy bud that was ready to blossom.

His strong arms readied himself for what he was about to do. Amber eyes flashed as he switched into game face, his fangs protruding from his mouth. Buffy was too far gone into the throes of passion to notice the change—until he pierced the succulent berry with the edge of his fang, sucking the mingling blood and creamy cum down his throat.

Buffy froze as the shock of this orgasm shot through her like a bullet, warming her instantly from head to toe. Sweat beaded her forehead and she stopped breathing momentarily. The mixture of pleasure and pain was perfect—the orgasm that was reserved specially for the Slayer.

She screamed. Ear piercing, wake-up-the-neighbors-five-blocks-away screaming.

He pulled his head back for a moment, blood and cum dripping from his chin. "Should I stop?"

Pausing for only a second, in order to catch her breath, she commanded, "Stop and I’ll stake you right now."

A low growl formed deep in his throat and he fed from the core of her sex until he was sated and the Slayer was reduced to a whimpering heap. Then he brought his shaft up to the lips of her pussy and slid inside.

The pain/pleasure intensified as his cock rubbed back and forth along the injured bud, causing her to scream until she was hoarse. One, two, three thrusts...and they came together, spilling into and over each other—bathing each other with their cum.

Finally sated, he slipped off of her, covering the worn out Slayer with her leather skirt and curving his body against her—falling asleep in each other’s arms.