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Chapter 32


Buffy let Spike lead her into his house later that night. She looked up at
him with glassy eyes, her body trembling as he cupped her face in his hands.

“Are you going?” he whispered.

Buffy turned her eyes away, feeling her chin quiver as she nodded, wishing
for so many things at that moment. Spike took a deep breath, expecting that
answer the entire time, but it still tore his heart out when it was
presented in front of him.

“Everything is different…I have to go,” she murmured, wanting nothing more
than for him to tell her that things weren’t different…that she should stay.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he caressed her cheek, a sad smile on his
lips. “Then let’s make tonight count,” he whispered.

Buffy let a few tears slip free when their lips met in a tender kiss, each
trying to show how much they loved the other.

Breaking away, Buffy could see the tears in his eyes as he looked at her.
“Make love with me,” he whispered, his hands running through her hair.
Buffy nodded, slipping out of her shoes before reaching up to unknot his
tie with shaky hands.

Slowly pulling it free, she let it flutter to the floor as her hands slid
his jacket from his shoulders. Spike watched her carefully. She appeared
to be studying every movement she was making, avoiding his eyes as she
slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest inch by inch.

Spike shrugged out of his shirt, pulling Buffy to him in a comforting
gesture. Her hands ran over his chest, relishing the feel of him so close
to her. His hands slipped around to lower the zipper at the back of her
dress, letting it pool in the middle of the floor, leaving her in a black
thong. He felt his breath catch in his throat, pulling back to look at her
body. A sight that he knew he would never get tired of…if given the chance.

“You’re more beautiful now than you were the first time I saw you,” he
murmured, running his hands along the flat expanse of her stomach. “And I
didn’t think that was possible.”

Buffy closed her eyes when his lips brushed over her neck, his teeth grazing
her throat and nipping at her gently. She slowly unbuckled his belt, easing
his pants down his legs while he removed the rest of his clothes.

Buffy kissed along his chest until she reached his shoulder, biting down
lightly before Spike picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom.

Laying her down on the bed, Spike stared into her eyes for several long
moments before he slowly pushed into her. His eyes rolled shut when he was
fully sheathed inside of her, still unable to believe how perfect it was to
be joined with her.

Spike caught his breath, pulling back slightly and burying himself inside
her again. Buffy arched against him, driving him deeper inside of her with
his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. Her hand came up to brush along
his cheek, surprised when she felt the wet tears against her fingertips.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, wanting to make him forget everything.
“Just feel me,” she whispered, brushing his tears away as their eyes
connected. “Don’t think,” she murmured, brushing her lips across any skin
that she encountered. “Don’t think about anything…just feel.”

Spike felt his breathing escalate, shifting his weight to plunge into her at
a new angle. He bent lower, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and
swirling his tongue around it. Buffy practically bucked off the bed,
arching against his mouth and his body.

“Yes,” she whispered, her hands holding his head in place, feeling a new
thrill rush through her when his hands wrapped around her back, holding her
even closer to him.

Buffy gasped when she felt his teeth scrape along the hardened tip, her
fingers fisting in his hair as a tremor wracked her body. Her breathing
escalated as his pace picked up, thrusting into her with renewed force

Kissing a trail back to her lips, Spike pulled back to look in her eyes
before they made contact. “You’re amazing,” he said in a husky whisper,
their movements never slowing as their lips met in a fiery kiss.

Buffy practically ripped her lips away from his as she whimpered. “Harder,”
she whispered. “Please, Spike…harder.”

Spike closed his eyes, trying to hold off his orgasm before plunging into
her, grinding his hips against hers.

“I’m going to come,” Buffy whispered, her voice taking on a desperate
quality as she frantically met his thrusts with equal passion

“Look at me, baby,” Spike murmured, pumping into her as their eyes locked
together before he pulled out and plunged into her with one forceful
thrust.

“Spike!” Buffy screamed, clenching her inner muscles in a vice-like grip
around his rigid shaft.

“Buffy,” he moaned, his hips still churning against hers as he practically
exploded inside of her.

Both lay together, gazing into each other’s eyes as they tried to regulate
their breathing. Their lips met in a tender kiss, Spike pulling Buffy
closer to him, not wanting to let her go, even though he was still inside of
her.

“Was that enough to make tonight count?” Buffy asked quietly, running her
hand along his chest.

Spike closed his eyes, reality crashing back to him. He wanted nothing more
than to forget what the future held as he rolled onto his back, taking Buffy
with him. Her eyes widened when she felt him begin to harden inside of her
as she sat up, straddling his waist.

“I think we’re just getting started, luv,” he whispered, his hands gripping
her hips as Buffy began moving on top of him, slowly building up momentum.

Buffy leaned forward, pressing her chest to his as her lips brushed along
his jaw. “I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping tonight,” she said with a
grin.

Spike felt a smile spread to his lips, his arms wrapping around her body.
“I have plans,” he said in a husky whisper. “But I guarantee you, they
don’t involve sleeping.”





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