What he wanted was really very simple, yet so terribly complex at the same time. Heart pounding wildly in his chest, Sam's teeth sank hard into his bottom lip as he tried to restrain himself. Take her, an urgent voice growled from somewhere deep inside the back of his mind, she's yours. She wants you - what are you waiting for? "The straps," Sam began, pointing to them with a hand. They were pinned down on either side of the cot, built in so that whoever it was that was being held captive in the panic room couldn't escape. Last Sam could remember, he had been pinned onto that damned thing. Writhing in agony, screaming at ghosts, and begging for blood. It wouldn't be like that this time. No, it was going to be good. And he was going to have his blood. Eager, Sam met Ruby's level gaze, briefly taking the time to find the even height between the two of them odd. Funny, too, sort of. Sam smirked at her, large hands sliding forward to grip at Ruby's hips. He pushed her back hard so that her shoulders slammed against the wall lining the other side of the bed, an insistent look quick to overtake his features.
"Lay down. Let me put the straps on." He let his eyes wander down her body, greedily raking in every curve and flash of skin. "Then let me take what I want from you." His attention fell to a rest at the curve of her breast. He'd cut her there. There was a vein, one he recalled being very, very easy to drink from. She would let him cut her open. Then he'd drink her down and repay Ruby in more ways than she could begin to imagine. A tiny trace of a smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth at the thought, his need for her body and blood intensifying more and more by the second. What Sam lusted for didn't stop at sex. Not with Ruby. She was able to give him more than that - more than anyone else in the world. People claimed that sex was a quick way to tear a man down; doubling that dose with something as powerful as providing demon blood to a man like Sam Winchester made Ruby the iceberg to his Titanic and then some. Sam knew that. And he'd be damned if he didn't love it.