[ Rose smiles wickedly at him and pushes down when he rocks up to encourage Spike to continue. She might be holding the reins at the moment but she doesn't expect him to a passive bedmate; nor should she because of what he's shown her already.
Her hands move from the bed to rest on his chest, fingernails scratching lightly along the pale skin while she finds her rhythm, relying on him to keep a firm grip on her. She groans out his name, pulling herself all the way up before sinking down onto him again, a lot harder than before. ]