by
Lisa Y. Drexel

She was everything he had imagined her to be.

And more.

So much more.

Not only did her hot flesh and warm blood fill his senses, but her acceptance and need vindicated him.

She gave him what Dru never could—acceptance.

Willow wanted him—not as an Angelus substitute, or because he was the only choice left—but because she desired him—needed him.

It was enough to make his demon howl in delight as he made mad love to her—possess her—own her—make her his.

And whatever was left in him—his personality or human imprint—couldn't help but agree.

Feeling predatorial, he grinned as he crawled up the bed, stopping only when her scent was so enticing that he couldn't ignore his need to taste her hot, flushed skin. Nipping and licking his way up her legs, waves of her arousal assaulted him as he neared her sex. Finally stopping and settling himself inbetween her legs, his head even with the juncture of her thighs, and he looked up, knowing his true face was showing and met Willow's glazed eyes.

He sunk down, eyes still watching her, and gave her slit one long lick, watching her body tense in anticipation as another wave of scent hit him.

He chuckled softly, blowing softly into her heat.

"Spike!" she groaned as her body quivered in anticipation and her hips lifted as she tried pushing into him.

He nearly came hearing her pleas. Placing his hands on her stomach to hold her down, he began sucking on her nether lips, his tongue slipping inside her hole, lapping up her wetness and occasionally nipping at her nubin. Within minutes she slipped over the precipe and came, moaning loudly.

He couldn't wait anymore.

Without giving her a chance to come down, he crawled up her body and sheathed himself into her tight, wet hole, while smashing his lips onto hers and holding her hands tightly above her.

Instantly her muscles clamped down on him as he felt her have another orgasm. Gritting his teeth, he remained still, this time, waiting for her heart to stop racing.

Urging her mouth open, his tongue slipped in and met hers, sharing her taste with her while once again enjoying that sweet taste of her mouth.

Once her heart slowed to a reasonable beat, he began to move, hissing at her tightness.

Her small body arched, her nipples, hard and hot, jabbed his chest, as a small, continual moaned emmenated from her throat—causing his mouth to tickle with the vibrations.

Not even realizing it, he picked up the pace, driving into her as he broke the kiss and nipped his way to her neck, growly softly as his fangs ached to sink into her skin and drink her blood.

She moved her head to the side, baring her neck for him as her legs wrapped around waist, trying to pull him further inside her tightness.

His balls tightened signalling his impending orgasm as she began to milk him, her body once again quaking in pleasure.

That was all it took to bring him over the edge.

Sinking his fangs into her neck, he came, shooting his cold seed into her warmth as she yelled out his name, clamping down on him once again.

Gently withdrawing from her neck, he lifted his head and studied this little witch that stole his heart. She was so beautiful, laying there, panting heavily as he watched a stream of perspiration run from her hairline down to her neck, skating periously close to the two little blood-filled holes revealing his mark.

Grinning, he bent down and lapped at the wound, knowing that his salivia would quicken its healing. By tommorrow, no human would even guess that he drank from her—but every vampire she came in contact with would—and know to stay away from her.

He felt himself harden once again.

"Spike?"

"Umm?" he asked as he gave her neck one last swipe, shivering at her taste as he met her eyes.

Her brows creased as she nibbled on her bottom lip. "Any regrets?" Her voice was soft and unsure.

He moved his hips and watched her eyes close as she sighed. He kissed her gently on the lips. "Not a one, luv."

Her green eyes fluttered open, as a huge grin curled her lips. "Good," she said as she pushed down, clamping down on his cock. "Neither do I."

He kissed her again, slowly and passionately as he began to once again move inside her. He broke this kiss and whispered one word against her lips, wondering if she understood what it meant—to him and to her. He never, in the hundred years that he had been with Dru, ever felt as if he had the right to claim her as his own. She was always Angelus' first—even while their sire had his soul.

But with Willow, it was different. She had called to him and to his demon and he heard her in his heart.

She was his.

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