Love and Death Embrace | By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 4146 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Spike felt good. He was hovering on the edge of sleep and wakefulness,
Buffy’s slight body pressed tightly to his as they lay entwined on the bed. She
made a low, rumbling sound of pleasure as she nuzzled against his neck, licking
and nipping the marks she’d left when she’d bitten him. It amazed him to note
that her attentions were sending shocks of pleasure straight to his cock, and
he groaned, tilting his neck to give her better access.
“Let me, Spike,” she whispered, her words hot as they blew against his
ear. “Let me taste you again.”
He could feel the ridges in her forehead as she rubbed against him, and
knew without any doubt that he was in bed with a demon. But that didn’t stop
his desire for her, didn’t stop him from wanting to give her whatever she asked
for. “Yes…” he moaned, surrendering to the sensual pleasure of her touch.
She rolled them over, straddling his waist. She lifted her head, a low
growl rumbling through her small frame before she dove
in towards his neck, biting over her own marks, and Spike bucked up, shouting
in pained pleasure.
Buffy moaned, shifted her hips.
He slid inside
of her…
Spike gasped, no doubt in his mind where the
first few inches of his cock were now. He waited for her to pull up, to tell
him to stop, or that she was too sore.
When she didn’t, he wrapped his hands around her hips and pushed up,
sliding further into her body.
Buffy whimpered against his neck, but kept drinking, even as he began
to lightly thrust, moving his cock in and out of her tight channel. She felt
even better than he had imagined, his own body heat
and the friction from their movements heating her up on the inside, warming her
flesh.
He pushed his hips up off the bed, driving his cock all the way in, and
Buffy’s fangs slid deeper into his flesh. Spike’s head was spinning, his body
no longer able to separate pain and pleasure. All he knew was he wanted more of
this…more of her.
She jerked up suddenly, her blood-stained lips falling open as she
arched her back, coming around him with a strangled cry. Spike grabbed her
hair, pulled her down to his lips and tasted his own blood as he kissed her. He
used his free hand to push her hips down, holding her still on top of him as he
groaned into her mouth and came hard.
Spike panted heavily, his hands falling to his sides as he came back
down to earth. Buffy slid her mouth from his back to his neck, gently licking
the wounds she’d given him until the bleeding had stopped. Then, she shifted,
settling her head against his chest, sighing in contentment as Spike’s hand
came up to stroke her hair.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I, baby?” Spike asked,
his genuine concern apparent in his voice. “I didn’t mean for that to happen
until you were better.”
“I am feeling better,” Buffy assured him. “I still have some healing
left to do, but I don’t hurt like I did. And that…that felt
good. Really good.”
Spike smiled. “I’m glad. It felt good for me, too. When you bite me…”
He shook his head. “That’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.”
“I’m glad. I try to make it good for you. When…when Angelus bit me
before I was turned, it just hurt. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’ve never hurt me, Buffy. I’m the one who’s…”
Buffy lifted her head and put her finger to Spike’s mouth. “Shh… Don’t now, baby. Don’t worry about any of it. It’s all
already been forgiven.”
“I don’t know how you can give me that. You never deserved to suffer
for his crimes. Not after what he did to you.”
She smirked at him. “Don’t beat yourself up about it. I’m sure I
deserved it for something.”
“Sweetheart…”
“Not so sweet,” Buffy insisted, hovering over him now. He could barely
make out her face in the darkness, but her eyes were glinting, and he was
fairly certain they were both clear now. “I’m very, very wicked.”
She slid down his body, engulfing his cock with her mouth before Spike
could guess what she was about to do. He cried out in surprise, his hands
digging in the sheets as he fought the urge to force her head down further.
It turned out he didn’t need to. Buffy slid down, and Spike’s eyes
widened as he realized she was bringing him all the way in to the hilt. Never
had a woman been capable of deepthroating him like
this, and he let out a low string of curses, his breath coming out in fevered
pants.
Buffy glanced up at him, smirking to herself at his expression before
she began to swallow, her throat muscles milking every inch of him.
“Fuck!” Spike yelled, unable to keep his hips from bucking. He’d
never given any thought to this particular use of a vampire’s lack of need for
oxygen, but he was definitely glad for it now. Buffy was giving him the best
damn blowjob of his life.
He moaned as her tiny hand wrapped around his balls, squeezing him
tight enough to be just on the pleasure side of pain. He closed his eyes,
panting heavily as his body rushed towards another mind numbing orgasm.
Suddenly, a low vibration surrounded him, and for a moment, Spike was
too dazed to figure out what it was. Then, he realized what she was doing. Purring. Around his cock.
He blacked out when he came, the pleasure so intense that he didn’t
know anything else. Her name was a roar ripped from his throat, and Buffy
trembled at the sound of it, even as she drank him down.
She was beside him again, licking and nibbling at his chest when Spike
was cognizant again. “Bleedin’ fuck, kitten,” he
swore, shaking his head.
“Yeah, I gave you one of those,” Buffy replied with a giggle before
softly biting his nipple.
Spike chuckled, his hand shaking as he brought it up to rest against
her back. “I never knew vampires could purr,” he told her, his cock twitching
slightly at just the memory of how that had felt.
“Only when we’re really, really happy,” Buffy replied.
“And sucking my cock makes you that happy?” Spike asked.
“Oh yeah,” Buffy said, the words forming a moan. “You taste sooo good. I don’t know what tastes better, your cum or
your blood.”
Spike grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him, growling out,
“God, I love you,” before he crashed her lips down on hers.
Buffy purred again.
*** *** ***
The next time Buffy woke, she felt a significant difference in her
body. While the pain was still present, it was nowhere near as intense as it
had been, and she found that she could actually find a position that was
comfortable.
The fact that that position was curled up in Spike’s arms certainly
didn’t hurt matters.
He was still sleeping, and Buffy took the opportunity as her first to
explore his features without interruption. He looked younger like this, the
creases that usually lined his face gone in sleep. He was simply…beautiful.
Buffy knew her former lover had been said to have the face of an angel, but the
man she was looking at now had far more angelic features in her eyes. His high
cheekbones and full lips were the most perfect she’d ever seen. In fact, the
only imperfection she could find on his face at all was the scar
that cut through his eyebrow, and even that did nothing for her but add to his
allure.
She ran her fingertips over the mark, learning its contours. Spike
shifted in his sleep before taking her hands and pulling them in under the
covers, close to his body. “Cold hands,” he mumbled, his eyes still closed.
“Sorry,” Buffy replied.
“Mmm…s’okay. Means I get to warm
them.” Spike pulled her closer, nuzzling against her hair as he rubbed her
hands with his. “Soft hands, too…”
Buffy smiled and snuggled closer to him. She certainly didn’t feel
cold when she was with him. She felt… His cock prodded her thigh and she let
out a shuddering breath.
She felt hot…
“Spike,” she whispered as she ran her foot along his calf. “Wake up. I wanna have sex.”
Spike hummed low in contentment. “Yeah…sex would be good.” He rolled
over onto his back, bringing Buffy with him and setting her astride hips. His
eyes opened then, and he met hers with a smirk. “Ride me good and hard,
kitten.”
Buffy’s answering grin was wicked, and she grasped his cock, stroking
it firmly before she lowered her body down onto it, pulling him into her tight
channel. Her wetness beckoned to him, making him thrust his hips up hard,
wanting to feel every inch of him inside of her.
Buffy bucked as his cock slid roughly into her, Spike now buried to the
hilt. She groaned and rotated her hips, situating herself until she found a
better angle. “You’re so big,” she told him with a moan, her eyes sliding shut,
her tongue running over her lips. She looked as if she were savoring
him, and it only made Spike want her more. “Biggest I’ve ever had…”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” Buffy opened her eyes and met his gaze. They
were both green now, the damage to her face significantly less than it had
been, and for that Spike was grateful. He wouldn’t have been able to live with
himself if he’d caused her beautiful face to be marred forever.
He wanted to see all of her, to be assured she was healing, that what
he’d done wasn’t permanent. He gripped the bottom of her nightgown, tugging it
up, though Buffy reached down, stilling her hips as she stopped him from
lifting the gown up any further. “No.”
Spike frowned. “I want to see you, kitten.”
“But I’m not completely healed yet,” Buffy protested.
“Doesn’t matter,” Spike said, shaking his head. “I still need all of
you.”
Buffy hesitated for a moment longer before she brought her nightgown up
over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Spike noted with relief that her
chest did look significantly less burned than it had been, then he grabbed the
back of her head and pulled her to his lips.
The kiss was passionate, bruising, and Buffy moaned into his mouth, her
control hanging by a thread.
His teeth took her bottom lip, just hard enough to draw blood, and that
thread snapped.
She sat upright again, her green eyes fading into gold as her hips moved
faster, harder. The constricting muscles of her pussy clamped down on him tight
enough for the sensation to border on pain, and Spike struggled to keep from
coming too soon.
But she was
driving him wild… She snarled as she rode him, her rhythm unrelenting. He’d never
allowed himself to linger on the thought of being fucked hard by a demon
before, but he realized as he indulged in the repressed fantasy now, just how
much he’d wanted it.
“Yes, yes, Buffy, yes…” he hissed, his hands fisting in the sheets. “Do it hard, baby. Make it hurt.”
A wicked gleam flashed in her amber eyes before Buffy leaned down, her
hips still working him at a grueling pace as she began to nip at his chest, her
fangs sinking in just enough to draw blood. Spike cursed, each sting of pain to
his flesh intensifying the feeling of being inside of her, until his balls drew
up and he knew he couldn’t hold out any longer.
“Buffy, I…oh fuck, pet, I’m so
close…I…”
Buffy jerked upright, riding him at a dizzying pace, her hand moving
between her legs as she rubbed her clit, bringing herself off before he could
finish. Her orgasmic cry echoed off the walls, her muscles drew in tighter
around him, and Spike bellowed, coming harder than he remembered ever doing
before.
Buffy slumped against his chest, taking a moment to come down before
she began to bathe his chest with kittenish licks, humming in approval at the
light tinge of blood her soft bites had given his skin.
Spike, on the other hand, could barely move, his body feeling as if
she’d just managed to short-circuit him. He panted heavily, his heart thudding
in his chest.
Buffy’s fangs retreated as she moved her mouth up his body, licking his
neck and then nibbling his ear. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Yeah, I…” Spike let out a shuddering breath and found the strength to
rest his hand against the small of his back. “That was fucking incredible,
Buffy. You…wow.”
“Mmm…you like my demon side, don’t you,
Spike? Is that your secret kink? Getting it rough from a vamp?”
A week ago, he would’ve denied it. Instead, he replied with, “When the
vamp’s you, yeah.”
Buffy smiled against his skin, his answer filling her with a warmth she’d forgotten how to feel. “There’s
so many things I could do to you, Spike. I could make you forget there’s a
difference between pleasure and pain.”
Spike moaned at her words, his hand sliding from her back to rub
against the curve of her rear. He knew in that moment he’d lost any upper hand
he may have ever had with Buffy – from that moment on, he was her willing
slave.
Buffy smirked, her lips against the mark she’d put on his throat; she
knew it, too.
*** *** ***
*holds out bowl* Please, sir, may I have some more reviews?
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