Chapter 8

Birthday wishes.

Their kiss did nothing but intensify, it had started out sweet and soft but quickly grew passionate and demanding. Buffy ran her hands up his shirt covered chest and slowly began undoing his buttons. She slipped her hands under his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, letting it pool to the floor.

Taking a moment to admire his chest, she couldn’t believe her eyes. His skin was pale white and hard, his muscles defined and flexing under her touch. He was beautiful and he was all hers, even if he didn’t love her. Spike walked backwards and fell onto the bed, Buffy landing on top of him.

He ran his hands over her naked skin and couldn't help the smirk that rose on his face as she let out a breathy moan at his touch.

Her eyes rolled back at the feel of Spike's cold hands on her body, down her thighs and up her waist and hips to cup her breasts. She met his eyes as she ground her core against him, silently begging for more.

Spike growled and captured her lips in a sweet kiss before flipping Buffy onto her back

He sprayed hot kisses down her neck, suckling on a sweet spot behind her ear earning him a few short gasps and moans from the woman beneath him. Spike couldn’t help but admire the beauty that lay before him. He watched her perk little breasts rise and fall as she took in gulps of air. She was a goddess.

“His goddess. His beautiful slayer.”

He hovered over her, a lustful expression on his face as she started to fumble with his belt. He stood and slowly slipped off his boots before shedding himself of his jeans. Buffy let out a gasp when his now hard member jolted out, he smiled happy with her reaction. He took a moment to gaze at the lustrous woman that lay before him.

Her golden locks fell around her face in waves, her checks were flushed and her lips were red and swollen from their kisses. Spike’s hungry eyes travelled down her body, her nipples were hard and perky, her stomach taught and flat. He almost groaned out loud upon seeing her cleanly shaven pussy that glistened with need, she was so wet for him already and they had barely touched each other.


He knelt before her and slipped two cold hands under her thighs, attempting to open her up to him, but with a shy smile, she closed them.


“Don’t hide yourself from me, luv. You're beautiful, every part of you.” His voice was husky and Buffy felt more moisture flood between her thighs.


Spike smirked, smelling her arousal. Heat flooded through Buffy like wild fire at his words, her scent driving Spike mad.


Spike felt Buffy relax beneath him and started to slowly part her legs, he felt himself getting harder at the sight of her glistening heat. Parting her moist folds with his fingers, he teased her clit, flicking a finger across it and then moving it to swirl around her opening. Buffy moaned in pleasure, arching her hips off of the bed, bringing herself closer to his face, begging to be touched more. She arched her hips again and Spike took the opportunity to flick his tongue across her clit.


“Oh god.” Buffy moaned at the feel of his cold tongue on her hot centre. Spike smirked at her response and continued sucking and nipping at her tender flesh.


Buffy tossed her head back and forth in pleasure, it had never been this good, she didn’t even know it could be this good. Spike lapped at her flesh like a man starved.


She couldn’t help but look down at him, his blue eye were gazing at her hungrily as he sucked onto her clit. She had never seen anything so hot. Buffy could feel herself nearing her orgasm and fell over the edge when Spike thrust two long fingers into her hot centre.


“Oh god, Spike!” Buffy moaned, her muscles clamping down around his fingers.


Feeling Buffy’s legs start to relax, Spike smirked and crawled his way up her body. He was taken by surprise when Buffy flipped them over so she was now straddling his hips, a wicked smile on her lips as she grinned down at him. He shuddered at the new sensation.


She looked so beautiful, green eyes shining in the moon light that poured into the room. Her long golden locks fell over her shoulders framing her face, her pert breasts bouncing with ever movement she made. Smiling wickedly one more time as she begun her descent down his body, leaving hot wet kisses in her wake.


She sprayed hot kisses down his neck, chest and hips before taking him into her mouth without warning. Spike let out a strangled moan at the feel of her hot little mouth wrapped around his cock. He glanced down and felt his eyes roll back at the sight before him. She was bobbing up and down, taking his cock deeper into her mouth every time. Spike felt like he was going to cum at any second and when her green eyes looked up at him he almost did.


Not being able to take much more of her teasing, Spike pulled her up his body and flipped them over so he was now nestled between her tanned thighs. He couldn’t take it anymore; he needed to be inside her, needed to have her, posses her, claim her. He needed to have her be his and only his.


Buffy could feel the tip of his cock nudging against her wet entrance, begging to be let in. She met Spike’s eyes and raised her hips in a silent welcome and gasped when he crushed his lips to hers before sliding into her heat.


They groaned at the feel of each other, Buffy could feel him stretching and filling every inch of her. She was so full, having Spike inside her felt like coming home. She was complete and whole when he was with her.


Spike felt like he was on fire. Buffy was so wet for him, so tight and as hot as hell. His thrusts were slow at first, allowing Buffy to meet him thrust for thrust as they moaned in pleasure.


“God, you’re so tight.” Spike groaned, fueling a fire that had started to burn inside of Buffy. She raked her nails down his back and gasped as his thrusting became faster.


It had never been this good, this intense. Spike felt his eye's roll back at the sensation. There was no other word to describe it other than incredible.

“Oh god! Feels so good…Don’t stop.” Buffy could feel her orgasm nearing and raised her hips, meeting Spike thrust for thrust.

“Harder…. Faster.” She moaned making Spike groan. He felt Buffy’s hand cup his bottom as she widened her legs, letting him slip in deeper.

Spike had tried to be gentle with her at first but it was clear gentle was not what she had in mind. She was practically growling at him when he didn’t go harder, he chuckled inside "My girl knows what she wants. Better not disappoint her".

He started pounding into her with force, harder, faster and deeper than before. He wasn’t going to last much longer. Buffy felt too good, so tight, so wet and as hot as hell, he was sure she could just about burn him alive.

He couldn’t help but smile when he felt her inner walls flutter around him as her orgasm started to wash over her.

“Spike!”

Buffy gasped out, her walls clamping around him like a vice grip. With a few more thrusts he quickly fell over the edge with her, groaning her name in his release.

He looked down at the woman under him, she was smiling up at him, her checks flushed from their loving making. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, her hair was a tangled mess but she had never looked so beautiful. He touched her face softly, tucking a stray hair behind her ear and cupping her check.

“I love you.” His confession shocked Buffy, a frown forming a few moments later.

“Spike, I don’t want you saying it because of what happened…” she started but he quickly cut her off.

“No." He smiled and rolled off of her. "That’s not why I said it, pet.” He pulled her close and pulled the sheet up to cover them.

“I should have said it down stairs, hell I should have said it months ago. When I say I love you it’s not because you said it first or because we just made love," he met her eyes. "I’ve loved you since we made that truce, maybe even before that.” He leant down and kissed her softly before pulling back to look at her.

“I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you, and I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. ... You're a hell of a woman. ... You're the one, Buffy." Buffy's vision was blurry with her tears by the time he finished speaking.

“You really love me?” she asked as he wiped the tears from her face lovingly.

“Till the end of the world.” He whispered, leaning down to capture her lips in a sweet and passionate kiss.

“I love you,” she whispered, pulling back to catch her breath.

“I love you too.”

“Spike, it’s my birthday in three weeks.”

“I know, luv.”

“Can I ask you for something?” she asked nervously.

“Anything.”

“You promise?”

“Of course.”

Buffy took a deep breath. There was only one thing she wanted off Spike and that was for him to be her’s and only her’s. She'd been doing a lot of reading about vampire lour and traditions and she knew what she wanted.

“On the night of my 18th birthday…. I want you to claim me.” Her voice was loud and confident; she knew what she was asking. She knew what it would mean and she knew that it was what she wanted. Spike lay unmoving in shock, had he heard right? By the look on her face he had.

Claim her, make her is forever, no man or demon would dare to touch her. It wouldn’t be just the man in him that would be protective over her but it would also be the demon. His demon already considered Buffy his mate and was extremely protective of her. If he claimed her now he feared that the demon would be harder to control around her and more than anything he feared hurting her.