Lost in Time

Chapter 10

Elizabeth was pulled from a deep sleep as the raspy tongue of her lover slowly inched its way up her calf, around her knee, and then along her inner thigh. When it reached the curls covering her sex, she forgot to breathe.

“Spike,” she fluttered, dazed by the sensations his tongue was creating.

Spike paused mid-stroke, surprised at the name she had whispered – although it wasn’t the first time it had happened.

Elizabeth didn’t hesitate to reach down and grab his head, her fingers knotting in his hair as she urged him to move again. Over the past several hours, she had – at some point – lost all of her maidenly inhibitions. William had made sure of it, withholding his affections until she was practically begging… no make that actually begging him to please her. And he had.

Over and over, he had brought her body to the brink of pleasure before throwing her headlong off the cliff into orgasm. Each time he seemed to go slower, his hands and mouth working over her frame as if seeing how much pleasure-filled torture her body would take. There was something about the way he made her practically cling to him as she found her own release, before taking his own pleasure that seemed strange. Almost as if he wouldn’t allow himself his own gratification until he was assured she was undone by the ecstasy he had created.

Only once her body had convulsed around his did he allow himself free reign, sometimes pounding into her body with a ruthlessness that thrilled her as much as it unnerved her. Other times, like now, he took her with a gentleness that brought tears to her eyes, his body slowly rocking in and out of hers as the slow deep thrusts swept her away on a tidal wave of feeling.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered entreatingly, not understanding why he had paused in the first place.

“Never, pet,” he murmured as he withdrew his tongue to lave her swollen nub.

Then he was sliding up over her body, into her waiting arms, once more taking them both to paradise.

~*~*~*~*~

Spike left the Slayer's bed sometime before dawn to return to his own chambers. His demon rebelled at the thought of leaving her side; however, appearances had to be maintained. But, damn, he was so close to saying bugger it all and dragging her into his bed so that he could get some sleep.

He’d gotten used to her body’s heat, the warmth projecting onto his cool skin lulling him to sleep. Not that he’d ever known what sleeping next to a warm body felt like, he bloody well hadn’t done that when he’d been human. After he’d been turned, the only one he had actually physically slept with had been Dru. Unfortunately, she had the same lack of temperature he had.

Disgusted with himself at his need for the Slayer, he strode quickly from the room, determined – once again – to put the girl far from his mind.

~*~*~*~*~

Elizabeth was surprised upon waking to see the sun shining brightly in her room. She sat up abruptly, wondering if her maid had given up on waking her. She vaguely recalled hearing a soft voice calling her name before another, older voice had shushed the first one away.

She reached over and yanked the bell pull to ring for her servant. A few minutes later, her maid appeared.

“You’re up, I see. I would have woken you earlier, but that harridan of a housekeeper shooed me away, she did.”

“It’s fine, Heather. I must have been tired to sleep so late. Find something for me to wear, would you? Oh, and is Lord Thornton about?”

“I believe he’s in his study, miss.”

Elizabeth nodded and sunk back on her pillows as she waited for her maid to find her suitable clothing.

Once properly attired, Elizabeth descended the stairs to make her way towards the dining room. She paused for a moment before the closed door of the study, her hand instinctively finding his mark upon her neck. Not wanting to be caught gazing off into space, she continued on her way.

In the dining room, she took a seat near the head of the table just as a servant appeared with a plate of food. Hating to eat alone, but resigning herself to it, she was just about to put a forkful of food in her mouth when she heard footsteps echoing down the long hallway. She paused, dropping her fork back to her plate, and looked up to see William leaning against the wall, his blue gaze raking over her form.

“Didn’t want to eat with me, pet?”

“I…uh…” she began as she rose gracefully to her feet. Behind her, she heard the servant move to set a place for him.

“I didn’t think you would be joining me, or I would have waited,” she stammered out, her head bowed in embarrassment at having to explain herself with a servant present.

Spike pushed himself away from the wall and walked towards her, pausing by her side. He cupped her chin and raised her head to meet his gaze.

“I was just teasing, pet. Hasn’t anyone ever teased you before?”

A relieved smile graced her features as she assured him that no, she hadn’t ever been teased. Her parents were very prim and proper, and being an only child in the country where her family was the only landed gentry did not allow for interaction with other children.

“Well, we’ll have to work on that part of your education then, won’t we?”

Elizabeth nodded into his palm, the contact of his hand sliding back and forth along her jaw causing goose bumps to break out along her flesh. He pulled his hand away, and she immediately felt the loss of contact. Moving behind her, he assisted her back into her seat before taking the few steps necessary to reach the head of the table.

Together, the two ate in companionable silence. By some unspoken understanding, they hurried through the meal as fast as they could without drawing notice from the servant that lingered in the room to see to their needs. Both wanted to be away from the room, and out from the watchful eyes of William’s servants.

They didn’t bother with dessert, much to the dismay of the cook, who felt that her cooking suddenly wasn’t up to snuff. When she came out of her hallowed kitchens to ask if everything was alright, she noticed the look Lord William was giving his ward and quickly concluded their haste had nothing to do with her cooking. With a smile on her face, she returned to her domain to see about plans for the evening meal – apparently, Lady Elizabeth’s chaperone was arriving this evening and everything needed to be just so.

~*~*~*~*~

No sooner had Spike shut the door to his study, shielding them from the prying eyes of his servants, than he was on her. She’d driven him crazy, sitting there eating oh so daintily while every so often casting shy glances beneath lowered lashes his way. Her body told another story – he could hear her heart racing even as she sat there looking innocent and pure. His demon had practically begged him to take her right there on the dining room table and to hell with the servants milling about.

He spun her around, shoving her back against the bookcase lining one wall. He gave her a quick, hard kiss that left her leaning heavily against the shelf for support, her knees suddenly weak. It was over before she had a chance to adjust to the onslaught then Spike dropped to his knees, quickly raising her voluminous skirts out of his way as he zeroed in on her sex.

Breathing deeply, he inhaled the scent that was distinctly Slayer. He could smell his own scent on her as well and licked his lips in anticipation of the bounty he was about to taste. Then, he buried his nose in her curls as his tongue slipped out to lick the dampness seeping out of her core. Spike felt her knees buckle and used his hands to hold her steady as his tongue darted in and out her glistening folds.

Minutes later he felt the beginning of her orgasm, felt her legs start to quake right before her body bucked against his mouth. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming her release, her hands fisting in his hair, holding his head in place against her.

When the last shudder finally died away, leaving behind a thoroughly sated – yet completely limp – Slayer, Spike stood and swept her up in his arm. He crossed the room and gently laid her on the chaise lounge.

Falling to his knees yet again, Spike grabbed her legs and pulled her towards him so that her hips nearly hung over the edge. He lifted her skirts, exposing her womanly curls to his gaze. His fingers hurriedly undid the fastenings of his trousers, allowing his erection to spring free. He grabbed his cock and position himself at her opening. A quick thrust of his pelvis, and he was buried deep inside her velvety warmth.

Her legs came up around his hips of their own volition, and he couldn’t help the low moan that escaped his lips as his cock was able to delve that much deeper. He began to move, pulling himself almost all the way out before thrusting himself back into her depths with a hard, deep lunge. In and out, he repeated the motion, the head of his cock teasing her sweet spot.

His human mask slid away at some point and he watched with amber eyes as her head thrashed back and forth from side to side; the pins holding her hair up came loose, allowing it to tumble from the top of her head and fan out along the seat of the chaise behind her. She couldn’t reach him to hold him to her, not that he wanted her to, preferring to watch her expressive face as he slammed into her body over and over. It got his demon off, seeing how much she enjoyed what he did to her, how he made her feel.

Her head arched back, exposing the graceful lines of her neck when her climax swept through her body causing Spike to grunt, his cock seized by the rhythmic clenching of her pussy. With the Slayer having reached her second orgasm, he finally gave himself over to the demands of his body. His hands tightened on her hips, lifting her ass off the cushion and into each thrust. Goaded by her soft whimpers, barely contained from where she bit her bottom lip, Spike allowed his demon free rein. Though she thought herself a dainty miss, the girl was still the Slayer, and she was more than capable of taking everything he gave her.

And she did, whispering his name as he fucked her harder and harder.

His orgasm took him by surprise; one minute slamming into her, threatening to send the chaise skittering across the wooden floor, the next his body arched, frozen for a moment... then he was moving again, his hips jerking as he emptied himself inside her. Jaw clenched tight to stifle the heady roar on the tip of his tongue.

Completely sated, he loosened his hold about her hips and let her fall back against the cushion, following her down and laying his head on her chest. Reveling in the feel of her arms as they slid around his back and held him close. The rumbling in his chest took him completely by surprise, and damned if his demon wasn’t happy right where he was, nestled within the arms of the Slayer. Already thinking of ways he could keep her once they were returned to their own time.

Ignoring the possessiveness of that thought, he lay there for a few minutes before finally pulling out of her warm body and refastening his trousers. He pulled her skirts down over her legs and stood so that he could settle her more comfortably on the chaise. Smiling indulgently as she drifted off into sleep, lulled by the soft rumbling still emanating from his chest.

Spike stood there for the longest time, long after his damn purr-like reflex had stopped, watching as she napped peacefully on the chaise. Her smile of contentment bringing about one of his own. The grandfather clock announcing the top of the hour forced him from his silent contemplation and he turned away to settle behind his desk and the stacks of papers littering the surface. He had a lot of loose ends that needed to be tied up here before he could leave for London in two week’s time. Listening to the steady sounds of the Slayer’s deep breathing and slow, steady heartbeat, he immersed himself in paperwork until shortly before it was time for the Slayer’s chaperone to arrive.

~*~*~*~*~

As he felt the impending sunset, Spike stood and walked over to the still-sleeping Slayer. Kneeling beside her, he trailed his hand along her jaw, smoothing the hair off her face. Even in sleep she yearned for his touch, leaning into his hand as he stroked his fingertips along her cheek.

“Pet? It’s time to wake up. Your chaperone is going to be here shortly, and I’m sure you want to get freshened up and changed for dinner,” he called out softly.

“Hmmmm…” she mumbled as she struggled to consciousness.

“Chaperone…? She’s going to be here soon,” he repeated.

As the words penetrated the fog that had settle around her brain, Elizabeth sat up abruptly, the top of her head almost colliding with William’s chin.

“Oh… oh… I’ve got to go. I look a mess! I can’t believe you let me sleep so long. I’m never going to hear the end of it if I’m caught looking such a fright,” she wailed.

“Not if I have a bloody thing to say about it,” he muttered under his breath.

She gave him a sharp look, not necessarily understanding his words, but knowing instinctively that they wouldn’t help her cause.

Spike assisted her to her feet, leading her to the door of his study.

“Take your time, I’m sure you’ve got a while yet before she shows. We’ll hold dinner until you’re presentable,” he smirked.

“Oooohhhh… you!” Elizabeth flounced out of the room and, making sure no servants were about, lifted her skirts almost scandalously to her knees and rushed down the hall and up the stairs.

Spike watched her go, a reluctant smile playing about his lips.

She was cute when she was riled.

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