Thankfully he had fed not too long ago so he was fairly warm, thankfully. He pulled her closer, her chest now to his and reached out round to unclip her bra and pull it down and off her shoulders. He looked into her eyes, stroking her cheek.
"You are beautiful, Buffy." He was painfully hard and eager to get to other things, but he feared if he told her to remove her shorts that the mood would be broken, so he reached and pushed the shorts down a bit. Ambrose leaned in to take a nipple between his lips as one of his hands reached between her legs and stroked her.