Chapter 46
“You’re so beautiful, taste so good. I can’t get enough of you, Buffy. My Buffy. Tell me you want to be with me, please? Tell me so I can make you mine,” he pleaded, desperately needing her permission before continuing, before making her his with his body. He didn’t expect her to truly understand the meaning behind his words, but as long as he received her consent, he would see to it that she wouldn’t regret it.
“Y-yes…yours,” she cried. The feelings he elicited in her with his words, his hands, his warm mouth overpowered her. She felt an unfamiliar wetness slowly coating her thighs and wasn’t sure what to make of it. She needed… needed…
“Do you like this? Do you like how I make you feel, sweetheart?” he asked, straightening up so he could look into her eyes, his fingers still teasing her diamond hard nipples.
“Yes, yes.”
“Do you want more?"
More? Oh, yes, she wanted, needed more. "God, yes."
"’Cuz I can give you more."
“Yes, more,” she repeated.
‘That’s all the permission I need,’ he thought before slyly taking the knife he always carried with him out from its sheath. Without ever looking away from her eyes, he tore through her dress straight up the middle... leaving her clad only in her corset, chemise and petticoats.
Buffy had been so lost in the mesmerizing deep blue of his eyes, in the magical sensations that coursed her body with each and every touch of his fingers that she didn’t notice what he was up to until she heard the fabric of her dress tear. She gasped, astounded by his actions, lowering her eyes to her half-naked body then back to his eyes, ready to berate him for ruining her dress, but he didn’t give her time to object before he put his arms around her and claimed her mouth with his once more.
Her knees buckled as his lips devoured hers and she was thankful that he had her so tightly held; otherwise she’d have fallen to her knees on the floor at the moment. Her hands slowly caressed their way up his chest to his shoulders, her torn dress completely forgotten as his mouth wove its spell over her. So completely enraptured with his kiss was she that she never felt him unlacing the stays to her corset.
He impatiently loosened the laces that held the corset in place. He could’ve cut through them with his knife as he’d done with her dress. However, appealing as the idea might be, it would have meant to stop touching her for the few seconds it took to dispose of the damned contraption and that wouldn’t do. He needed to see her, all of her, to feel her, touch her, taste her until everything else disappeared, until there was nothing else in the world but them and their love. His mind needed to be certain that Buffy was actually here with him, that she wasn’t a mirage, an illusion that could disappear into thin air or a figment of his overactive imagination.
She sensed more than felt the moment he took her corset off as breathing seemed to come easier, at least for a second before he crushed her even closer to his chest. Shivers ran the length of her spine as his hands coasted up and down her nearly naked back to her waist, pulling her harder towards him with each pass as his hips thrust shallowly against her belly. She wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing with her, to her, but every touch, every move, every kiss was igniting a fire within her that she wasn’t sure how to quell or even if she wanted it to.
He needed her to touch him, needed more, needed anything and everything she was willing to give him. He stopped kissing her mouth and placed his forehead against hers. As they both panted, looking deeply into the other’s eyes, he took one of her hands in his and placed it inside his half-opened shirt, moving it slowly over his chest, encouraging her to caress him.
Her eyes widened as she felt the warmth of his skin under her fingers but she didn’t stop him, instead she brought her other hand to join the first and began caressing him of her own volition, opening the rest of his shirt so she could feel more of him. Getting bolder with each passing moment as the fire continued to grow then spread inside her, she wondered if it felt as good to him when she touched him as it did when he touched her. ‘It seems it does,’ she thought as he closed his eyes for a second, moaning at the feel of her little hands caressing his chest, softly, sweetly. When he opened them again, they were black with desire as they gazed upon her upturned face.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me, love?”
“N-no?” she replied doubtfully, backing away from him a fraction, suddenly afraid—but still curious—of what would be coming next when she saw the naked lust shining in his eyes.
“But you want to know, don’t you, kitten?” he whispered huskily, taking her hand and lowering it to his cock, hissing when the feel of her touching him there hardened him painfully. “This is because of you, for you.”
“Just as this is for me,” he continued in the same husky tone, cupping her pussy through the dozen of petticoats. “Isn’t it, love? Tell me; tell me that all of your delectable body is mine. Only mine.”
How was she supposed to respond to that? Shocked as she was by his boldness, she couldn’t stop the tremor that ran through her body at the possessiveness she heard in his tone or the moisture between her thighs that seemed to be increasing with each passing minute.
“Tell me, Buffy, are you mine as I’m yours?” ‘Say yes, say yes,’ he pleaded with his eyes.
Unable to say anything at all, the wealth of emotions she was feeling practically choking her, she nodded and that was all he needed before he leaned in to kiss her soul away and carried her to his bed.
Placing her gently on it, he stepped back to gaze heatedly down at the golden goddess that graced his bed while slowly taking his shirt off.
Her nipples pebbled under his intense scrutiny, making her remember that her breasts were no longer covered by her chemise. Self-consciously, unused to being this…bare in front of a man, she attempted to move her hands up to cover them until a feral growl effectively stopped her.
“No! Never cover yourself in front of me,” he demanded, lowering his voice seductively afterwards, “You are gorgeous, love, a goddess and you are mine to see, mine to touch, only mine, understand?” He raised his eyebrow daring her to defy him, smirking when she lowered her arms.
“You look so delectable, my love. I cannot wait to devour your sweet nectar.” He sneered at her blank look to his comment. He loved that she was this innocent, so vastly un-touched. Not for long though because he loved the thought even more that he was going to be the one to teach her how to be a woman…his woman.
‘Huh? Sweet nectar, what’s he talking—’ her train of thought was interrupted when in one swift movement he ripped the petticoats off her body first and then her chemise, leaving her clad—or rather barely clad—in nothing but her drawers which did little to preserve her modesty. She fought the urge to cover herself again as he glared at her, before telling her as he pointed at her underwear,
“Either you take those off yourself or I’ll rip them off, too, love and don’t think for a moment that I won’t.”
William was deadly serious, she could tell, so swallowing her fear at being completely naked in front of a man for the first time, she shimmied out of them and was about to throw them to her side when he took them off her hands. She trembled in a mixture of fear and longing for what was to come as she felt his eyes drinking in her naked form.
He brought her underwear to his nose, inhaling deeply as he made a show of fingering the tiny circle of wetness on it, bringing his finger to his mouth and closing his eyes in pleasure as he emitted a primal groan at the first taste of her essence on his tongue. ‘Mmmmm, delicious.’
‘Oh God, what is he doing? How could he do that?’ Her face flamed and she panted as he effectively stole her breath away with his actions, more moisture gathering on her nether regions. The sensation she felt there had gotten so…bothersome that she had to squeeze her legs together to create some kind of friction, not that it was helping matters much.
He opened his eyes, raking them over her naked form as he became drunk from the flavor that coated his tongue, adjusting himself in his breeches as they turned even tighter than they were before. He decided he wouldn’t take them off yet though. First he would make his lady love want him so much that she’d beg him to take her, to make her his. Yes, first he had to savor her, drink from her until she was writhing under him, begging him to give her all that he had to offer, all that he was.
He knew he had to assuage her fears, though. This was her first time and even with as responsive and pliant to his wishes she’d been so far, he was aware he needed to offer her some reassurance. “I don’t know how much you know about the matters between a man and a woman, if anything at all, but it can be as heavenly as we want it to be, love. There’ll be pain the first time, but it won’t last, I promise you it won’t. Do you trust me to make it as good as it can be for you?”
‘Do I trust him?’ she asked herself, ‘After everything that’s happened, do I still trust him?’ She looked deeply into his eyes, searching for her answer there and finding it in the form of the love that swam in the azure depths. The same love she was sure was reflected in her own. She was aware they still had many obstacles to overcome, many hurdles to jump, many things to talk about, but similarly she knew she could trust him with her heart, body and soul, with everything she was. Sensing his barely contained impatience at her lack of answer, she took a deep breath before simply saying, “With my life, William.”
Adoration lit his eyes at her answer and from the fact that this time she used his given name. He crawled up the bed, lying down on his side next to her as he gathered her into his arms, kissing her softly, nipping at her lower lip before running his tongue soothingly over it. Adoration soon gave way to full-blown desire, however, when her tongue hesitatingly touched his and he almost came undone from it. So far he’d been fully in charge of their foreplay, but feeling she was starting to warm to it, to participate, was almost more than he could handle.
His tongue pushed inside her mouth, tasting her, devouring her, swallowing every little moan she sighed. One hand came up to thread in her hair, reveling in its softness before he tilted her head to gain better access to her throat, nibbling his way down to her chest.
The feel of her naked flesh under his lips as he finally claimed one of her breasts; the taste of her nipple between his lips and the sizzling heat of her bare flesh under his hand as it traveled slowly toward her naked center, burned and consumed him with the need to possess her, be inside her, be one with her. So great was his hunger for her he almost forgot of his promise to make this as good for her as he possibly could. Almost.
Easier said than done, though, especially when he came into contact with her wet heat as his finger slid in between her feminine folds. He couldn’t help the pride that swelled within his chest upon feeling how soaked she was, as he fingered the evidence of her arousal, at the knowledge it was him that had awakened her body into said arousal with his kiss, his touch, with his love. Him, no one else. HIM.
She opened her eyes in shock as she felt him touching her there, her thighs clenching around his hand in surprise.
He growled ‘mine’ around her rosy tit, letting it pop out of his mouth as his eyes locked heatedly with hers, putting his leg between hers to pry her thighs apart while his hand delved further into her womanhood seeking for the pearly button that would melt any thought of resistance away.
“Oh God!” The vibration of his growl went from her nipple straight to her womb. His eyes seduced her into allowing him whatever he wanted, melting away any thought of resistance as his fingers slipped inside her folds. She couldn’t stop her hips from arching wantonly into his hand as a surge of electricity pierced her body, leaving tingles in its wake.
He reveled in her response to his touch as more of her honey coated his fingers. God, she was so responsive, so wet, so hot that he could no longer wait to taste her. Slowly, without taking his eyes away from hers, he trailed down her body, kissing, nibbling, licking a passionate path until he reached the place he desperately wanted to sample. He swiftly settled between her legs, deeply inhaling the heady musk of her arousal, before leaning in to run his tongue over her slit from top to bottom.
‘Oh God, what’s he doing? He… he couldn't possibly mean to put his mouth there, could he?’ she mused before feeling his tongue delve inside her and she couldn’t think, closing her eyes in pleasure, thrashing her head over the pillows as she grabbed a fistful of bed sheets trying to stop herself from begging him to keep touching her, licking her. The fire that coiled within her belly kept growing, spreading, slowly consuming her over the wondrous sensations his tongue created deep inside her core.
He moaned in pleasure at the renewed taste of her essence on his tongue. He’d thought her delicious when he’d tasted the wet spot in her knickers, but that was too weak a word to describe it now as he sampled the very real and physical source. This, she was… mouth-watering and oh so addictive. Her flavor was as addictive as the sight of her pretty face flush with passion, of her lovely mouth as she gasped and mewled in pleasure, of her creamy mounds as she arched her back begging wordlessly for attention, of her body as it awakened to desire under his touch.
As addictive as the knowledge that it was him she’d chosen to give all of her essence to.
“Mmmmmm, such a tasty treat you are, my love,” he purred, his fingers separating her feminine folds to circle her clit with his tongue before closing his mouth over it to suck… hard. He chuckled when she practically leapt off the bed, eyes opened wide in shock to fix on his, but he didn’t stop his ministrations. Rather, he brought one of his hands up so he could touch her breasts, tease her nipples into hard little pebbles while his mouth alternated between nursing and licking her clit, lapping at the juices that flowed freely from her pussy.
She’d never felt anything like this before. Liquid fire ran through her veins, suffusing her body with a deep-sated need for something she couldn’t quite comprehend, for something that seemed out of reach. It was too much, not enough, everything in between and she felt she would die if he dared to stop touching her. Emboldened by the passion that blazed within her, she refused to look away from the sight of him feasting on her quivering flesh; instead she lowered her hands threading her fingers into his hair, caressing the soft curls as she lost herself in the maelstrom of emotions that spiraled into a raging inferno.
He was in heaven, or as close to heaven as a man like him could be. Her eyes locked with his as they gleamed with mounting passion, her hands caressing him of her own volition, her body writhing under his attentions, her hips arching from the bed as she tried to bring his mouth closer to her womanly center, as if it were even possible. Oh yes, this was heaven on earth, with his right hand full of her breast, his mouth devouring her tasty quim.
With infinite passion for her untried body, he suckled her distended nubbin and teased her slit with his fingers before delving inside her warm opening. Up and down, slowly; in and out, with feather-like caresses, getting her used to his touch, readying her heavenly passage for him. He growled at the velvety soft feel of her, at how her walls clamped down on his finger. She was so hot, so wet, so very tight. He could hardly wait to feel her surrounding his cock, burning him, scalding him, branding him as hers.
She could care less if she was behaving like a wanton woman instead of the lady she was as she arched her hips towards his mouth. She couldn’t help herself, he was driving her absolutely insane with need. Nothing else mattered, only him and the wonderful things that his sinful mouth and hands were making her feel.
A second finger joined the first, then another, stretching her, preparing her. All the while watching her intently, scanning her pixie face for any sign of discomfort and finding none. Only pleasure, love, trust and desire were clearly written there. Knowing she was close and feeling as if he were about to burst if he wasn’t inside her soon, he nipped lightly on her clit before sucking the nubbin greedily into his mouth, curling his fingers upwards seeking that small bundle of nerves that would bring her to paradise.
“Oh my God, William!” Buffy exclaimed as she exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors, sensations and emotions, the likes of which she’d never experienced before.
He pulled his fingers out and couldn’t hold back the proud smirk that graced his mouth at her whimper. He waited until her beautiful eyes opened and locked with his before kneeling on the bed and taking one of her hands in his, bringing it to his chest, lowering it slowly, oh so slowly to the part of his anatomy that needed her the most at the moment.
In a lustful haze, her eyes followed the descent of their entwined hands down his body. She wasn’t exactly sure what would happen now, but oh God, she’d never wanted anything more than she wanted him at the moment. She was his. His, for him to do with her what he wanted.
As their joined hands reached their destination, his other hand made quick work of his breeches’ buttons. She blushed prettily, her eyes widening, her breath coming in short pants as he guided her fingers inside, as she touched his manhood for the very first time but didn’t protest, didn’t stop as she followed his lead.
He hissed when he felt her tiny hand touching him his manhood. Heaven and hell. It was heaven and hell when their fingers closed around the girth of his cock and began moving up and down from root to tip and back. God, he hadn’t thought it was possible for him to get any harder. He’d never felt anything like this before, this all-encompassing desire to be one with anyone, completely, totally. Only this woman, his woman, only his Buffy.
“So good, baby,” he moaned, “your hand on me feels so good, but I need to be inside you. I’ll die if I’m not inside you. Will you let me in, love? Will you let me make you truly mine?”
“God, yes, make me yours. I’m yours, yours.” As if she could ever deny him anything? Especially not now that she was sure of his love for her. She could see it shining brightly in his eyes, feel the warmth of his devotion seep inside her with every kiss, with every caress, with every word. He loved her, there were no more doubts in her mind about that, not after all he’d said, not after he came for her. And she loved him, too, with everything she had, and would do anything and everything he asked of her, damned the consequences. It was as simple as that..
Knowing he could wait no longer, he rose to his feet, peeling his pants from his narrow hips until they dropped at his feet. He stood proudly before her as she perused his nude form, her eyes coming to rest on his hard cock.
‘Oh God, was this the thing that was supposed to fit inside her?’ She gasped in shock. “There is no way, no way on earth that is going to fit.”
“Oh, don’t worry, love, I’m sure it’ll fit perfectly inside your pretty cunny,” he purred, delighting in the way her face turned red, completely mortified when she realized she’d spoken that thought out loud.
He crawled to loom over her body, holding his weight up by his arms before lowering his head to capture her lips with his. Her lips parted with a sigh, allowing his tongue inside to tangle with hers, to devour her as she tasted her own flavor. Contrary to anything she might’ve expected, it drove her to new heights of pleasure as she remembered the bliss he’d made her experience just moments before.
She was afraid of what was to come, yes. He’d said there’d be pain at first, but he also promised pleasure and so far… so far he’d brought her to heaven and back with his mouth and his hands alone. And while still afraid, she was curious and more than aroused as his hands ghosted the underside of her breasts, traveling down her body, one landing on her hip while the other dove inside her pussy… fondling her, teasing her, making her as wet for him as she could possibly be.
With his free hand, he took hold of his cock, guiding it to rub along the wet crease of her slit, coating it in her juices, then finally, inched his way inside her tight channel until the head of his shaft met with the evidence of her innocence.
“Love, this might hurt a bit, but there’s no way around it and after the pain disappears, pleasure like you’ve never felt before will come, I promise you that. So I think it’s better we get it over with fast, yeah?”
She nodded her acquiescence. So far, it had been more uncomfortable than painful to have him inside her. Surely the pain he kept talking about couldn’t be too bad then, could iiiiii… ‘Oh God, oh God, oh God!’
Knowing there was no way to avoid the impending pain, he smashed her mouth with his before ramming past the thin barrier, only stopping until he was fully sheathed inside her.
Pain wracked her body at his sudden intrusion. A few tears escaping unbidden behind her tightly closed lids while her fingernails dug trenches into his forearms. He said there would be pain, but she never imagined that it would be like this, feel as if he were cutting her in two. Slowly though, steadily, as she forced herself to relax, as she submitted to the soft and gentle mastery of his kisses, the pain began to recede until she was rendered breathless at the feel of him so deeply ensconced inside her.
It took every ounce of self-restraint he possessed not to move while waiting for her to adjust to the feel of him being inside her. He wanted to cum right then at the marvelous feel of her snug walls encasing his shaft, but gritted his teeth as he swore to make good on his promise.
Shyly, sweetly, trustingly she wound her arms around his torso, kissing him back as her fingers skimmed up and down his spine, pulling him closer. The sensation of being one with him overwhelming her as the fire of her rekindled passion coursed through her veins.
Hoping her actions meant she was ready, he tentatively pulled back, thrusting in almost immediately, establishing a leisured rhythm as his hands gripped her hips first then her thighs, coaxing her to bring her legs around his waist while delighting in every little gasp, every little moan that rasped from her throat.
He’d wanted to go slow, savor their first time together as much as possible, make her feel as good as he felt right now. Bloody hell! He tried to go slow, but when she tentatively, instinctively began moving her hips to meet his thrusts, he nearly lost his mind. She felt too damn good and he could hardly control his body’s demands to take her hard, fast, deep.
“So good, baby, you feel so good,” he babbled, nibbling his way to her throat, nipping playfully at her pulse point before continuing down to suckle the tender skin over her left breast leaving a small love bite in its wake.
Buffy was on sensory overload. There was only him and the overwhelming pleasure that inflamed her blood, making her body hum with the joy of being one with a man… with him. She couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to for that matter. If this is what made her a woman, his woman, then so be it.
He clenched his teeth trying to stave off his orgasm. It was almost impossible for him to contain his need for much longer, but more than anything, he wanted her right with him, in this moment. He wanted, no, needed to feel the experience of her pleasure first, to climax around him, coat his cock with her liquid passion before letting himself go.
His lips traveled upwards, devouring hers in an all-consuming, soul-searing, earth-shattering kiss, his tongue mimicked his love-making as it danced with hers. He settled a hand over her clit to rub in time with every thrust, reveling in the moans and mewls she released into his mouth. He drove faster, deeper, piercing her tight pussy at a different angle each time, seeking for that spot that would push her over the edge.
She could feel every thrust, every caress, every kiss all the way to her womb. A ball of white fiery pleasure coiled, twisted, swirled inside as her muscles clamped down on his shaft and burst in a whirlwind of all-encompassing passion.
Her essence scorched him, marked him, branded him as hers and hers alone. Pleasure as he’d never known overwhelmed his senses and emotions as he drove his body inside of hers one last time… sharply, deeply. His balls tightened as his life-giving seed traveled through his shaft to shoot forth and coat the walls of her body for the first time.
As the cloud of pleasure began lifting, he rolled them over, her head pillowed on his chest, somehow managing to remain nestled inside her, enjoying the intimacy, the closeness of the moment.
Delicious aftershocks made her body quiver and tremble, her sensitized skin tingling wherever it came in contact with his. She was hyper-aware of her surroundings, of the sense of completion, of fulfillment that flooded her, of him still buried deep inside her. She was his, his as he was hers. Tears streamed silently down her cheeks as the wave of her emotions overwhelmed her.
He felt her tears falling over his chest and swallowing hard around the lump on his throat at just the thought that he might have hurt his pretty girl, he pulled out from her body as gently as he possibly could, flinching at her whimper and asked, “What’s the matter, love? Did I…” he put a finger under her chin so he’d be able to look into her upturned face. “Did I hurt you?” He almost wept in relief when he found no pain in her glistening green eyes, when he found amazement, wonderment, love, the same things that he was sure were reflected in his own.
“N-no, no, it’s only that… that—” She tried to find the right words to explain why she was crying. But, perhaps, she didn’t have to explain. She was certain he felt the same way as she saw all of her emotions mirrored in his sapphire depths, right along with concern and a tinge of relief. Had he really been that worried over hurting her? He hadn’t, not really.
“What, darling? You can tell me,” he pressed, pulling her out of her thoughts.
“I-I won’t lie to you, it did hurt a little at first, but then… then, oh William, it was as wonderful as you promised. I never imagined, never, that I could feel this close to anyone, that I could feel so complete, so cherished. To know that I’m yours… that you are mine, it’s just overwhelming and that’s why I was crying, nothing else.” She blushed, but refused to let her eyes waver away from his while caressing his cheek. “I love you, William, my William.”
He gazed upon her in awe, completely humbled by her sweet admission, by her love. His voice softer than a whisper, all he could say in response was the truth, "I will love you forever with all that I am.” He kissed her lips softly, once, twice, then rolled them again until she lay on her side before getting up from the bed and rummaging through his clothes. “I have something for you.”
“Something?” she asked, taking advantage of this to pull the edge of the bedspread and drape it over her body, tucking it under her arms to preserve some measure of modesty. That taken care of, she leaned her head on her hand so she could follow each one of his movements with her eyes, delighting on the way his muscles rippled and flexed as he looked for whatever he was looking for.
“Aha! Here it is!” He turned with a triumphant smile, only to frown when he saw her luscious body half-covered. He toyed with the idea of telling her that there was no place for modesty inside their bedroom walls, but decided otherwise. It was better like this; he needed to focus on what he needed to say anyway.
He kneeled by the side of the bed, taking her left hand in his and kissed it before sliding the most beautiful diamond ring she’d ever seen onto her ring finger. “Elizabeth, Buffy, I am well aware I asked you before to be my wife and you consented. However, I want to ask you again, today, now, after everything that’s happened, knowing that you are already my wife in my heart, soul and body, if not in name, if you’d accept this ring as a sign of my devotion, of my ever-lasting love?” He reveled at how surprised she seemed by his actions, her eyes two huge jade pools filled with wonderment and happiness as she looked from the ring on her finger to him and back. “Would you make me the happiest man on earth and become my wife in name, too?”
Tears threatened to spill again from her eyes as she nodded her assent. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes,” she whispered, throwing her arms around his shoulders before pulling him in to claim his lips in a searing kiss that sealed their destiny.
tbc
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Alright, chapter is finally done, after I don’t know how long since I started to write it. I am aware that maybe some of you might not like the new direction the story is taking, however, this is the path my muse is taking me, so, well, nothing I can do about that. I want to let you all know that while Spike is in full-pirate mode at the moment, this chapter is not just about lust. It’s about love, lust and even trust. It’s about his fear of losing her, his desperation to have her and never let go. I just hope I’m able to convey this the way I wanted to. Regarding Buffy and how she’s going to face María after this, well, you’ll have to wait until the next chapter or two to find out. ;)This chapter is for my lovely friend, Im_bloody_English, who asked for a very detailed love scene. ;) For being there with me and for me every step of the way, for your encouragement, for your friendship, I just can’t thank you enough. Love you, darling. *smooches* Thank you, SarahandJamesFanatic, spikestheman, DrkDevin, Kimber, DK, SpaceLord, MidnightGirl, teasha, jamesgirl, Vette and Amelia-Jane for reviewing. It truly makes me very happy to know that you’re still reading and reviewing.