Trust a vampire to know how to fuck. Her body responded to his, rising to meet his thrusts. Her hands gripping his arms, her eyes watching him with a sly predatory gaze. Angel had always seemed like he would be good in a fight and for a fuck. At least she got to figure one of those out.

She moaned under him, her heels digging into his lower back, pushing him against her. The table creaked and moaned, but still held her weight. This was all that held her attention, all that kept her thoughts. His purposeful strokes and the moans he elicited from her mouth.