I'll Never Not Need You

Chapter 9

“Are you out of your mind?”

Buffy lifted her defiant green eyes to him and smirked.

“What? You say you’re a killer then kill. You want to kill something? Kill me.”

Spike gaped at her.

His chin falling to the floor.

She had to be crazy, insane to offer him her blood.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” he asked her breathlessly.

“Yes.” She tried hard to knock that shake out of her voice but it crept in a little. She met his gaze unwavering, wondering what he would do next.

Spike closed the distance between them in two strides. He gripped her forearms forcefully and locked his amber gaze on her.

“You sure you want this?” he hissed into her ear, his breath blowing onto her neck.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

Spike opened his mouth and kissed her neck. He let go of her arms and wrapped his hands around her back still kissing her neck. He licked at her fragrant skin, tasting her fear and her love.

“Do you know what I could do to you right now?” he whispered against her neck, his voice sending tingles up and down her spine.

“If I bite right here,” he licked at her jugular vein. “I could drain you dry and kill you or turn you. Or I could take a little taste of you and claim you as mine.”

Buffy closed her eyes and willed herself not to run, not to be afraid of the man she loved. He wasn’t going to hurt her, he wouldn’t kill her. He was testing her. To see how far he could go with his vampire before she cracked. She was determined not to crack. Oddly enough when he spoke of claiming her a delicious tingle found it’s way up and down her spine.

“Spike…” Buffy voice cut off as he began to rub his ridged forehead against her neck, his hands on her back kneading her skin, massaging her as he pressed little kisses into the curve of her shoulder. Her eyes closed and as she wound her hands through his soft bleached locks.

“I could never hurt you. You know that right? I love you too damned much,” he said against her neck.

Spike lifted his head and looked at her, her face was flushed and calm, not an ounce upset or scared of him.

“Buffy look at me,” he commanded putting his hands on her face.

When she opened her eyes as he requested and his demon fell away, his amber gaze turning blue as kissed her nose. His eyes seemed to darken as he stared at her in awe.

His head moved towards hers slowly, his mouth tender as his lips touched hers. Words weren’t needed as he moved his lips over hers. He kissed her fiercely, possessively and demanding all in one breath. Buffy found she couldn’t get enough of him, kissing him back feverishly. Her fingers threaded through his soft hair, working the gelled locks into curls.

“I couldn’t hurt you. I love you,” he whispered against her mouth.

He moved her against a tree and attacked her mouth with his, making her submit to his ministrations. It was hot, erotic and Buffy couldn’t stop if she wanted to. All she knew was she had to have him, had to have him in her, surrounding her. His mouth moved down her neck nipping at her flesh as his hands worked the front of her shirt open.

Buffy mewled under his demanding actions as her top was torn from her. She started to feel a pang of regret over the loss of her shirt but that was soon forgotten as his mouth closed over one of her bra-clad peaks. It hardened instantly and she arched her back, the nipple demanding more of the open mouthed kisses he was giving it. He had one hand on her back, his other hand kneading her other breast as his body pressed her into the smooth bark of the tree.

Buffy started to pant as his tongue swirled around her sensitive peak. She scarcely noticed that her bra had been unhooked until the soft silk straps were being pulled down her arms. Her other breast was attacked with the same veracity as it’s sister. Buffy’s pants turned into soft little moans and gasps that made Spike’s cock harden instantly.

Unknowingly she began to twist her hips against his, her hot center pressing lustily against his ever-tightening jeans. For the first time in her life Buffy was glad she had worn a skirt as Spike’s hand snaked up her thighs and cupped her mound through her silk thong. The center was soaked through and Spike’s mouth began to water. His mouth ceased their attack on her breasts and moved back up her neck.

Her leg lifted on it’s own accord and wrapped around his waist as his hand moved her panties to the side. Buffy shuddered under him as he ran his fingers up her weeping cleft. He touched her hardened clit making her jump as he lovingly stroked its sensitivity.

Buffy wasn’t prepared as Spike began to kiss down her chest to her stomach as he dropped to his knees in front of her. Spike looked up at her passion filled gaze before smirking at her. His hands ran up her legs making her flesh break out in goose bumps. He tugged on her thong, dragging it down and off. He looked up her, his blue eyes darkening as he put her right leg over his shoulder. With agonizing slowness he kissed up her thighs, spreading her legs wider as he neared her mound. He teased her kissing her legs and around the juncture of her thighs but not giving her quim any of his attention.

She started to move her hips, her quivering mound begging for some of the attention her thighs were getting. But it was to no avail; Spike’s hands went to her hipbones and held her in place as he continued to tease her. Buffy’s insides felt like they were on fire, she felt as though she would explode if he didn’t touch her where she so desperately needed it. Her legs began to shake as his tormenting tongue neared her slit.

Spike could feel her mounting distress and excitement. He knew what she needed but he loved to taunt her, making her squirm and thrust her hips at his face. He knew her knuckles were white as they gripped his hair and he loved it. Loved the power he had. He kissed her nether lips gently. He began to lavish them with wide open mouthed kisses, his tongue darting out to taste her juices. Buffy gasped for air as his nose butted against her clit.

Buffy’s knees nearly buckled with the first swipe of his tongue on her sex. She groaned and tugged on his hair as he licked her again. He flattened his tongue against her and licked from top to bottom collecting her essence on his tongue. He opened his cerulean blue eyes and stared at her as he sucked her clit in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. While she was reeling from the sensations of his tongue he thrust two fingers in her waiting entrance.

Buffy gasped as her eyes rolled back in her head, the first explosions rocking her hard. At the first spasm Spike bit her clit, nibbling on the hard nub sending Buffy through a swirl of feeling. Her body arced against his face as she rode out her orgasm on his mouth. Spike licked and sucked until she weak kneed, her body slumping down so he was supporting her. He lowered her leg and let her side to her knees in front of him.

Buffy opened her eyes to glance at him, taking in his damp face and wild eyes. They flashed amber as she lunged at him, knocking him o nto his back in the soft grass as she attacked his mouth with hers.

Like it? Hate it? Love it? Review Me!!