[He grinds up against her in return, one hand slipping up her shirt, feeling the warm skin of her back under his hand. He thinks smugly of how desperate she feels. The boy can't be nearly as good no matter how much she cares for him. What she and Spike have... whatever it is... it's something deeper than just physical lust. It's fire. His demon and her soul, fighting in an entirely different way than how it used to be.
He breaks away from her lips, but he doesn't go far. He presses sloppy kisses to her jawbone, moving his way down her neck, running his tongue over the faint marks from where he bit her last time.]
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He breaks away from her lips, but he doesn't go far. He presses sloppy kisses to her jawbone, moving his way down her neck, running his tongue over the faint marks from where he bit her last time.]