Spike chuckled and kissed her, demandingly. Delicious sensations and heat rushed through her body. She was always surprised at how much he affected her. In all her years, she had never met a man who aroused her as much as he did.

Raksha unbuttoned his red outer shirt that he always wore and pushed it off his shoulders. She shoved him down on to his back and then straddled his hips.

"Hey. How come you're always on top?" Spike complained weakly. He really didn't mind -- He liked to be dominated, but sometimes he wanted to be in control.

Raksha made a noise deep in her throat that was almost a laugh. "Because I do my best work on top." She ran her nails down his chest, which was still covered by his t-shirt.

"Proceed then," he told her. He moaned when she scraped his chest again, harder. He was all for pain; it made sex interesting.

"I planned to," she whispered, with arousal in her voice. Then she reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt. She stripped the shirt off of him, then sat back and surveyed his body. She liked looking at him. Especially at his chest, which was almost hairless and firmly muscled.

She leaned down and started kissing her way down his body. She focused special attention on his nipples, nipping and sucking them until she tired of it. Then she licked down his abs until she encountered the belted waistband of his jeans. She slowly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. She pulled them down until she had them completely off.

"Don't you ever wear underwear?" she asked him.

"No. It's too confining," he answered. Somehow he had in two hundred years learned how to talk during sex - no small feat for a man.

Raksha reached down and closed her hand around his throbbing manhood. She started stroking him. Then she leaned down and took the head of his hard cock into her mouth. Slowly, she circled her tongue over him and teased him towards coming. She snickered when he started moaning like a cheap hooker, then went back to what she had been doing.

Just before he reached orgasm, she pulled back and slid back up his body to kiss him. He groaned in frustration into her mouth. Then he decided to make her beg.

"Enough of this," Spike told her. He flipped them so that he was on top and she was on the bottom. He ripped her top open and pushed it off of her. He reached behind her and unclasped Raksha's bra and threw it over his shoulder. He captured one of her already erect nipples into his mouth and teased it. She moaned and lightly grabbed his head to hold him in place. Abandoning one nipple, Spike moved to the other.

"Spike," Raksha breathed repeatedly. He looked up at her and grinned. He slowly kissed, nipped and licked his way down to her. When he got to her waist, he unzipped her pants and pulled them down to her ankles, taking her underwear with them. He discarded them the same way as her bra.

Spike slowly scraped his fingernails over the soles of Raksha's feet. Then he started kissing his way up her calves, to her knees, her thighs... Spike parted her legs and positioned them so he could have full access to her. He leaned down and pressed light kisses against her upper thighs. He proceeded up her legs until he reached her center. He slowly flicked his talented tongue against her clit.

Raksha moaned and bucked against him, craving more of the wonderful sensations. Spike complied and continued giving her pleasure. Several times he drew her to the height of passion but each time he relented, denying her release.

"Spike, please," Raksha moaned.

"Beg," he answered, knowing that she would refuse. At least, she would until he made her so desperate for release, she would do anything, she even beg.

Spike resumed his teasing by slipping two fingers inside of her. He slowly withdrew them out and then pushed them back in.

"Spike! I'm going to get you back for this," Raksha told him.

"Lookin' forward to it, luv. Now beg," he demanded. He withdrew his fingers from her and started caressing her breast. He slowly started licking her nipples. He face slowly morphed into its vampire state. He then gently scraped a fang across her nipple.

"Spike!" she cried outraged.

He ignored her and clamped his teeth down on her breast, piercing the skin on each side of her nipple. He gently drew her blood, savoring the sweet elixir. Pleasurable sensations raced through her body as he lapped her wounds, bringing her to the breaking point...

"Spike, please! Fuck me. I need you, now," she begged.

"I knew you had it in you, luv," Spike teased. He slowly inserted himself into her. Raksha moaned in pleasure and arched towards him. She almost came at the simple pleasure of having him inside her. Spike began to rock above her, slowly plunging into her then withdrawing.

Raksha groaned unsatisfied by his slow pace. She dug her nails into his back, drawing blood and urging him to go faster. She didn't know if it was her nails or the smell of his own blood, but he seemed to get the message. He began to stroke in and out of her at a speed only he could manage. She moaned at the delectable sensations he aroused.

Moments later, she climaxed, thrashing and bucking underneath him. Spike soon followed suit, except when he came, he sank his fangs into her throat. He drank the sweet liquid until he was stated. He bathed the puncture marks with his tongue, leaving the skin around them completely clean. He fell on top of her, slightly taking his weight onto his arm and nuzzled her neck.

A few moments later, he saw her wounds seal themselves, leaving only a hardly visible mark. He looked down at her breast and saw that there was no sign that he had ever marred the skin there. When he looked back at her throat he saw that the mark her neck had vanished. < Even I don't heal that fast... >

Spike rolled off of her and dragged her lethargic, only slightly awake body into his arms. Slowly they drifted off to dream land.