Spike looked over at her. She was beautiful in
slumber. Hell, she was
beautiful all the time. He was glad hed followed his own advice.
<Yep, tie her up and torture her til she
loves me. I am an uncommonly
smart bloke. >
Of course, at first, she hadnt been too
receptive to his attentions.
But, Spike was nothing if not patient. And, thank God, or Satan,
whoever, for electricity. Electric shock had a way of wearing a girl
down, without leaving unsightly bruises. Starvation, starvation was good
too. <Bloody hell, I should have taken notes. I could write a book.
Torture to Win the One You Love: A Vampires Handbook.>
And last night, finally, after two weeks, shed
relented. She loved
him. Shed said so and he believed her. The sex had been incredible.
She responded to his touch like a woman dying of thirst. <Of course, if
shed held out much longer, he would have tried that next. >
Shed been hot, wanton, raking her nails over
his back and scarring him.
Shed begged him to take her, her body writhing beneath his. And when
shed came, her legs wrapped around his back, shed screamed it.
Spike, I love you.
All in all, it had been worth the wait.
Afterwards, she lay in his arms, crying, begging his
being so stubborn. She traced the outline of his lips, telling him how
much she needed him, how she couldnt go on without him. She belonged
He knew it was true. After all, how many times
do you read about some
supposed victim falling in love with her abuser? A fellow should take
whats his and to hell with everything else. It might not be deep, true
love she was feeling for him, but that would come, in time. And time
was something he had plenty of.
What he had not had plenty of, however, was that hot
pressing against his. Spike rose and walked over to where she lay.
He ran his hand over her breast, rubbing the hard nipple with his thumb.
A smile curved the corner of her lips, and her eyes opened.
She moved to the edge of the bed, wrapping her arms
around his waist.
Spike caressed her hair as she trailed her tongue down from his navel to
his groin. He lifted her head with one finger, tilting it to allow him
to look in her eyes. Her eyes were glistening and large, with just a
hint of something odd in them. Spike knew that look well. She was
slightly around the bend, a little insane. Not a problem; he was used
to insane women.
Willow, luv, tell me again. He pulled
her up and began to nuzzle her
neck, carefully. He didnt want to lose control. He wanted a woman, not
a demon. Willow ran her fingers down the scratches shed left on his
back, grabbed his ass and pulled him tight against her.
I love you, Spike. Ill always love