That touch on her wings was ecstasy. Drusilla cried out and shivered beneath him, all the while clawing for whatever Spike had left. At her head, the headboard of the bed slammed cracks into the wall; one foot twisted around his, the other snaked beneath a crisp white sheet -- both for purchase.

She was still shivering when she came moments later: not sated, but shaken. Wonderfully shaken.