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Bite Marks
 
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He pulled her into a deep kiss and then rolled her over so that he was now on top of her. For a moment she thought of wrestling him for the position. But after only a moment on her back, her tiredness hit her once more. He'd got lots of energy, Buffy thought, maybe I'll let him do the work.

His lips and tongue left her mouth and began to travel up her jaw line to her ear. He nibbled it for a second, and then he began to move back down. Before his mouth could travel down further than her collar bone she wrapped her legs around him to hold him in place.

"No, I need you inside of me now."

"But pet, I haven't ev. . . "

"Now," she said in a more demanding voice.

He smiled at her and pulled himself back up so he was positioned above her. She reached down between them to guide his cock toward her waiting core. She positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and they held their position for just a second letting the tension between them build. Then when Buffy thought she couldn't wait another moment he pushed his way inside of her.

She screamed in delight and Spike cried out, "Fuck, you're so tight."

He was right. She could feel him stretching her open, her body no longer used to encompassing his width. His weight, his feel was so familiar, and yet the pain of his entry made it seem almost new.

He was holding still above her, letting her adjust to him. He looked her in the eyes and asked, "I'm not hurting you, luv, am I?"

It seemed like it took her an eternity to get enough breath to speak. She always felt like her breathing was out of control when Spike was inside her. Like having him inside didn't leave enough room for oxygen.

"Only in a good way." To emphasize her point she pulled her legs up till her knees where almost touching her chest, to allow him deeper access, and then wrapped her legs around him so that her heels dug into the small of his back.

He smiled and bit his lower lip. Then he began to move on top of her. He pushed in and out of her with long hard strokes, gentle and demanding all at once. But Buffy wanted none of that. Her need was too great. It had been so long since she'd had anyone, since she'd had him. She didn't need to be taken gently, she needed to be fucked thoroughly.

"More! Faster!" was the best she could articulate her needs, but she could use her legs to encourage him to pick up the pace.

Spike obliged, pushing into her with more and more force. The base of his cock hitting her clit every time he rammed into her.

His forehead was pressed to the bed next to her and his breath tickled her as he spoke to her, "So tight, so hot. Need you. Want you. Beautiful. Buffy."

His mouth was on her neck, kissing, licking, sucking up and down. Then he bit her.

It sent her over the edge.

It was only his blunt human teeth, nothing he hadn't done to her before. But her body still remembered his other bite of only a couple hours ago. The sweet pain as his fangs had sliced her skin. The pull as he sucked the very life out of her.

Her fingers that had been raking his back, moved to his head, and she held it in place against her. Her whole body turned into a vise that tried to squeeze him into her as her body rocked violently with her orgasm.

As the spasms passed her hands fell limply to her sides. She felt the lethargy of his bite return. She couldn't remember having felt this spent in her entire life.

But Spike wasn't done yet, he was still moving in and out of her, and despite her own tiredness, it thrilled her to feel him still pumping her. Stretching her.

He looked up at her and she could see concern in his eyes, but what it was for she couldn't fathom. It bothered her though, she needed to distract him from what ever it was that was keeping him from his release. And she knew exactly how to do that.

"Tell me I'm your girl," she prompted, "Say I'll always be your girl."

Bingo!

The confusion left his eyes, and was replaced by a look of surprise and then bliss.

"Always," he cried, pumped in her one last time. Then she felt his body tremble as he came.

She let him lie still on top of her as he recovered from his own orgasm. Then she rolled them both onto their sides, burrowed her head into his chest, closed her eyes, and was asleep.

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Why can't you just be happy? a little voice in the back of his head asked. Isn't this everything you've ever wanted?

Looking at the sleeping woman in his arms, he had to admit that if it wasn't everything he wanted, it was pretty damn close.

Still his unease wouldn't go away.

And to think, he'd been worried that without full use of his hands he couldn't get her off. Never in his existence had he thought he would be worried about having brought a woman to orgasm too easily. But there it was, staring him in the face. It wasn't him she wanted, it was his bite.

Looking back earlier that evening it seemed all too clear. Whatever her body had wanted, Buffy had had the willpower to say no to him, to rebuff him, for more than a year. This is until he'd bitten her.

When he'd awoken with her blood in his mouth, the demon had been sure her arousal was because of the bite. Spike found himself now agreeing.

He looked down at her and brushed the still damp hair back, away from her neck. There they were, standing in sharp relief to her skin. The little white bumps that showed where other vampires had bitten her. Despite everything she'd been through, all the fights, the only marks on her body, her only scars where these.

Now he knew those scars went deeper than the skin. He was the fourth vampire to bite her, and that he knew, was more than enough. Some humans began to crave the bite after only being bitten once, assuming they lived.

She's the Slayer, he reminded himself. She's not really addicted. Couldn't be. Wouldn't make sense. A Slayer's bound to be bit a time or two. There must be a natural immunity. Otherwise, Slayers would end up getting themselves killed, looking for the bite, all the time.

It was a comforting thought, and he repeated it over and over in his head, not letting himself dwell on the fact that most Slayer's didn't live as long as Buffy Summers already had.
 
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