Whether it was intentional or not, whatever Ruby said to him stuck. Draining the blood from Ruby's arm always left Sam feeling terribly powerful, yet vulnerable at the same time. He was powerful because of what she was giving him; he was vulnerable because his head was down, his back was turned, his focus was on nothing but the blood, and he was doing something that, if caught, he'd more than likely be killed for. It was why Sam found that a procedure like this could have only been trusted in the hands of someone that he himself could rely on. Ruby was that person. In that state, she watched over him. She whispered words of comfort into his ear, words that Sam didn't fight or protest. Everything she said to him always lay itself on thick. It was Ruby that took care of him. She knew what was best. Just like when that need to please her took over, Sam believed he knew what was best for her. Because that was the fun of it, wasn't it? Making her scream for him. Giving Ruby exactly what he knew she needed. And he would. He always did.
Jolts of desire raced through Sam, mixing in with the overwhelming sensations that her blood had provided. Heart racing in his chest, Sam slid his hands into her hair and did everything that he could to maintain the focus needed to find her. Multitasking was something that Sam could proudly say that he had always been pretty good at, but when it came to mentally straining himself while physically needing someone so desperately Sam found that he was groping at new levels entirely. Still, with the concept of being capable of anything jammed into his head, Sam didn't much seem to care about how much work it would require. He could handle it. Anything and everything. Sam would be fine.
Mentally grabbing hold of the presence he was slowly beginning to familiarize himself with, Sam let a small smile spread against her bloodstained lips. Ruby. A terrifying being trapped inside a beautiful body, one that Sam had long since convinced himself to be even more valuable than the warm skin he was eagerly pushing himself closer to. No, he certainly didn't know what Ruby looked like under all those perfectly structured curves and that innocent face that could be turned truly devious in a matter of seconds, but he could feel all that she was and that was the only thing he cared for. The demon. Sam Winchester, born and bred hunter of all things supernatural, was in love with a demon.
The world was a strange place.
Sam wrenched his head back, darkened eyes staring down into her own, listening to the words that she breathed. Ruby was his. That was what she was telling him and Sam had never believed that, before now, something like that could possibly turn him on. Not like this. The way he was feeling now, looking into those lust filled eyes and taking in the sight of the blood that had transferred from his mouth to her own - Sam wanted her. Badly. The way she moved against him left him hard and aching for more, so without hesitation Sam covered Ruby's mouth with his own and began to clean the blood away. Teeth sinking down into her lower lip, he sucked at the soft skin and pleasurably savored the final drops of blood that he took in. Sam wanted to make Ruby feel how wonderful her blood made him, so he closed his eyes and tried to turn that mental grip of his into less of a hold and more of a gentle nudge.
"I love you," he returned, voice low, "and I always will." Large hands pushed up under the material of her shirt, running across the smooth skin of her back. It felt nice and warm, all hidden away beneath the jacket and shirt that she had wrapped around her tinier frame. Sam licked more of the blood from her mouth as he pushed up against her again, fingers already sliding out underneath her clothes to pull the jacket from her shoulders.