He wasn't stopping, and all Ruby could do for a while was close her eyes trying to work out how to go about this. Pulling him off her would make things worse. So much worse. If she yelled at him, it was still her fault, all of this. So she'd hold on until she really had to stop him. She thought maybe he'd drain her dry if she didn't say something. If she wasn't careful. Fuck her head was starting to swim. All thoughts of anything more intimate with him after this slipping away replaced with a blinding fear that he wouldn't stop and he'd loose her to an addiction she'd given him. If she got out of this, she'd tell Dean, or Bobby, maybe Bobby, she'd find a way. Maybe Castiel, he mightn't hate her. He might help. He might understand. Demon Blood How could an angel of all people understand. No, she'd brought this on them. She had to fix it herself. Maybe it would mean finding demons he could drain. But she was the only demon she knew that took bodies that were already empty. He'd be killing people. But then, he had before, with the knife, or the Colt, what did he think happened to the hosts?. Yeah, thats what they'd do. She'd get him demons, she'd make the kill, and he could drain. He wouldn't have to end them. He could just drink them down.
"Sam!" she said, a lot more insistantly than before, tilting her head to try and get his attention. "If I go unconcious, you're not going to stop, you don't want to, and I know that, but you have to baby. You have to. You'll kill me if..." she hadn't meant to say that at all, of course she hadn't. She didn't want him to think he was dangerous. Just she needed him to stop soon. He had to stop, he loved her. He did, he loved her, and he'd stop. "Sam, stop. Now. We'll get you demons. You need more now, more than me. If you love me baby, stop" Shit, her words were actually starting to slur.
He'd never taken this much from her before. She'd left him too little, for far too long. She'd never do that again. Never again.