"Part your lips a bit more, I'll swallow your fear. I'll show you how. The bite marks impress a need to be here, a need to see." – Kiss and Control, AFI
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Spike leaned down and captured Buffy's lips in a sweet, emotional kiss that almost made her pull away and smack him. Somehow, this felt much more degrading then the other five times, where they had been rough and angry.
But god, how he made her feel, it was…amazing.
His lips caressed hers and slowly began to trail down her neck, to her bare breasts, where he peppered tender kisses along her tender and needy chest. He left open mouth kisses on her flat stomach, dipped his head between her thighs, and drank her as if he were a man dieing of thirst.
Why wasn't he using and abusing her? Why was he so tender? Her breath quickened as he wrapped his soft lips around her engorged clit and sucked hard, making his name slip through her swollen lips like a prayer.
"Buffy," he said. A sob wracked through her chest and made him stop, before scaling back up her body and lightly kissing her lips with so much tenderness her heart ached. He made her burn like a star.
"You're scaring me," she whispered, her mouth betraying her. He smiled sadly and ran his hands through her hair, caressed her cheeks – she almost cried.
"I can be gentle," he whispered, "I can take away this fear. Just let me love you. Let me worship you like you deserve."
She sobbed again, and he let his lips press almost nonexistent kisses along the column of her neck, the swell of her breast, the slope of her stomach.
She gasped when he surged inside of her, her wet pussy already so sensitized that she came almost instantly, shattering into millions of tiny pieces.
He terrified her.
She needed to be here, needed his love, even though she desperately refused to return any feelings – but if he kept loving her like this, she couldn't help herself from falling in love with this man that was nestled between her golden thighs, his thick cock pumping in and out of her folds and his fingers twisting with hers in a gesture of such love that she felt like crying.
"You're beautiful," he whispered softly, before kissing her again. She sobbed and her mind revolted against him, but her body could only give in.
This wasn't supposed to mean anything! It was supposed to be a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kinda deal! He wasn't supposed to worship her! He wasn't supposed to love her!
When she came, she wasted no time in flipping them over and settling his hips between her thighs. She glared down at him and bit violently at his throat and his lips, exerting her control over the situation and making it rough.
She couldn't feel this way for a monster, and if he kept loving her like this she would get confused.
"Fuck me," she hissed angrily, nipping harshly at his ear, "now."
He knew what she was doing and sighed mournfully, and she acted. She didn't want to hear this, hear his emotions. He was a faceless demon who was only good for fighting and fucking. He didn't feel. He didn't love. He never loved her. She impaled herself on his still hard cock, since he had only done the slow love making to pleasure her, and hadn't reached his edge, and rotated her hips before bouncing atop him with wild abandon, fucking him hard and fast.
But the sad part of it all was that while she was degrading him in one of the worst possible ways…he was looking at her with suck love that it made her heart burn with a strange emotion she had never felt before. And the unknown terrified her.
He terrified her.
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Eek! First time writing this kind of smut…and I got kind of teary eyed. Poor, poor Spike…
