[Undead life was overwhelming itself, from sudden enhances to her senses and a feeling unlike any she's had before - you think that'd be enough, but the usual hot burn of arousal seems to have improved tenfold, leaving her erratic and feeling insatiable. Wanting anything she can be dealt, taking it with low drawn out moans and pressing back against his thrusts with the same intensity. She rips his shirt off his bones, bites his skin and loses herself in her lust.
Eyes closed, her back is arched and one leg still curled around him while the other loosely bobs with the motion. Her toes curl and her breath shortens to panting.] You're so fucking good, Spike. Keep it up.