[ A part of him would always hope that he'd be able to corrupt her, drag her back to the dark side — she wasn't daft like Harmony or in need of a caretaker like Dru, but perhaps he could give her enough of the demon to make her tip over. Of course, another part of him was pretty sure that would never succeed and yet a third wasn't sure if he wanted to.
The humanity in her was something he'd come to enjoy, if not admire.
The sharpness of pain in his back and the wet, slow trickle of blood pushes him forcefully towards climax and when she suddenly clenches around him there's little he can do but keep moving, finding his own release a few thrusts after hers. He bites back a growl, close to a feral snarl, muscles moving of their own accord through the last few erratic thrusts. ]