Chapter 21: Lust (1)
Never moving her eyes from Spike’s, Buffy unfastened the first two buttons of her shirt and pulled at the collar to expose her neck. She saw the quick look of surprise flash through the blue pools, then something she had only seen before when they were making love. Lust. Pure, unbridled lust. The same light his gaze had just about all the time when he looked at her, but magnified a million times.
His face came to hers, his lips brushing against her earlobe. “Thank you.”
His mouth trailed down her neck to the spot where he had left his mark before. Of their own will, her hands wove their way to the back of his head. At the same time, his arms slipped around her waist and pulled her tight against his hard body.
He paused.
His lips were against her neck, cool on cool, slightly parted, just enough for his tongue to brush lazily on her skin. He seemed to be waiting, but waiting for what? She understood just as she asked herself the question. She tugged a little on the collar of his duster then on the edge of the shirt, wondering dimly if that was the favorite one she wasn’t supposed to damage. Her mouth rested on the now better-exposed skin, just as his lips were resting on hers. Then, she felt the two slight pressure points of his fangs, not biting yet, just pushing the skin a little. She took the cue and shifted, pressing her fangs against his skin just as gently. His embrace tightened imperceptibly.
At the same second, both sets of fangs penetrated offered flesh.
Fireworks exploded behind Buffy’s tightly shut eyelids when the first mouthful of thick liquid glided down her throat. She forced herself not to draw too much, suckling lightly, just enough to keep the fireworks going. Spike on the other hand seemed to be pulling on her blood as hard as he could. She didn’t know which one felt better, his blood filling her with life or his mouth claiming the life back. As wave after wave of pleasure rocked her, she became unable to concentrate enough to keep suckling. She just rested her cheek on his shoulder, moaning softly as he took a few more pulls. Eventually he stopped, his tongue lapping at the new marks.
She was barely aware of his hand sliding between them and deftly unbuttoning her shirt all the way down. When the same hand cupped her breast, she shuddered. His thumb rubbed teasingly against an already hard nipple, then was replaced by his mouth. He sucked at the hard bud through the thin material of her bra, soaking it in the process. She was unable to do anything save whimper.
Too soon, his mouth left her breast. He nibbled his way back to her neck, then to her lips, catching the bottom one between blunt teeth. He pulled away and she groaned.
“Look at me luv,” he asked quietly.