Oh she loved it, how despretely close he was getting to her, his teeth were at her neck and all she wanted to do was to return the favour. She let him kiss her, hard and heavy as he touched the demon inside the shell. And she knew what he was feeling, knew that need, that desire he felt to be stronger. He whispered her name and she arched up pulling her own pants down from her hips, normally she'd wait to be told to but she needed him, She was still straddling him, still on top and she knew that was probably wrong. He could punish her for it of course, if she was being too hasty. She thought she'd enjoy that.
"Sam" she hissed desperately breaking the kiss to do as he had done and go for the neck, always the neck with him, teeth scraped along it as she pushed their bodies together wanting him just to take her just to do whatever he pleased. It was always what he pleased, and that was fine. She'd never been dissapointed and he had to know how he made her feel, she was squirming pleasureably against him both inwardly and out.
That raw power right at the core of her.
He was the only one, the only one who could do those things to her, he was special, and she told him so.