She supposed there were women out there that wouldn't have understood this, how easily she let him do these things to her, tie her down, hurt her. Even without the overwhelming need she felt lately to make sure that he was hers and that he wouldn't ever look elsewhere for what he wanted, she enjoyed pleasing him, it didn't make her weak, it was simply that she knew Sam well enough to know that he loved it, and she'd had to drag it out of him even when all she'd been doing was lining him up for Lilith, That dark part of his soul, the blood coursing through his veins, it needed this, it needed control and pain and pleasure. And none of the other women he'd been with could give him as much as she could. No, He needed her. Only her. No one else was worthy of Sam.
He was watching her too, she could almost feel it, his eyes burning into her body, tracing every curve, every inch of her. Her clothing wouldn't surrvive what was to come, she was pretty sure of that too. She watched him consider where to cut and was unsuprised when he seemed to decide on her chest, just there at the curve of her breasts, he'd always enjoyed there, Ruby had to admit she'd been hoping he'd take it from her thigh while pleasuring her but she knew Sam well enough to know that he'd make this all worth her while. His one drink. Just one, just for this and just because he needed it to make it all better.
Because he had asked it of her and he needed it. The blood began to pour from the wound as soon as the knife had lifted and all Ruby could do from her position was meet his gaze. "I love you" she told him knowing he couldn't hold out too long before he lept on her and drank from her. And then he'd be a little different, a little darker and a little more forceful then usual. But that was okay just this one time. She knew how to deal with that Sam as long as he didn't take too much.
He was focusing on nothing else but her, no other woman would even enter his thoughts for the forseeable future.