His Childe

Chapter 15 - Needs (2)

He had wanted to hear the words, nothing more. But when she pressed her body against his, he accepted what she was proposing. Half closing his eyes, he allowed her tongue to slide in his mouth and rub his own tantalizingly. She was fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, and he was mildly surprised when she gave up and just ripped it off him. Impatient, was she? Her hands immediately started to caress his chest, teasing flat nipples with a nail.

Suddenly, she broke away from him and took a step back. He was about to protest when he noticed her fingers running along the hem of her top, inching it up ever so slowly, revealing pale smooth skin. No bra, a part of his brain registered. As his eyes roamed over her now naked upper body, a growl escaped from his lips.

“Buffy…”

She appeared to hear the need in his voice, and the distance that separated them disappeared. Her breast pressed against his chest as she hooked a leg behind him, pulling him even closer. Her hands were at his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers.

The kiss started slow and tender, but soon it was fire and urgency. He was mindlessly grinding his erection against her, through too many layers of clothes. She seemed to have the same thought, and before long they had divested each other of the remaining of their clothing.

Soon they were on the bed, his fingers running lightly over her body, trying to memorize every single curve, every detail.

“More,” she demanded, her voice husky, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Happy to oblige, he positioned his shaft against her opening and slowly pushed in. She moaned quietly, her legs raising and hooking behind his back. Settling in an unhurried rhythm, he observed her face, her quickly wavering eyelids, the way she panted even though she didn’t need to.

With a groan, he captured her mouth, then hissed in surprise as her fang grazed against his bottom lip, drawing blood. He pulled his face slightly away from hers as she was licking the cut, and focused on his now increasing pace. Her eyes fluttered between yellow and hazel before finally settling on their human form with the rest of her face. Her gaze was pleading.

“Bite me.”

He shook his head slightly. The pressure was building, in him as well as in her.

“Please.”

Her hands pressed against the back of his head, pulling him down toward her offered neck. He nibbled on it with blunt teeth, trying to ignore the most recent marks that marred her beautiful skin. With a quiet cry, her body shuddered violently, bringing him over the edge with her.