Her affections toward him roused his desire. Spike began to nibble on her neck and earlobes. "Once the sun sets we'll head over to the airfield in Luxor, grab a quick bite and catch the first flight out of the land of the Pharaohs."
She grabbed his lower lip in her teeth and bit down hard, drawing blood. He flinched, but did not pull away. Spike pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss, his own blood smeared between their mouths.
"I hate travelling by air," Drusilla said pulling her lips away from his. "All that planing and deplaning to keep ahead of the horrid sun."
His hands slid down the small of her back to the gently rising slope of her perfect rear.
"And before we know it, we'll be back in Sunnydale."
The thought seemed to douse the flames of his desire and he pulled away to lie upon his back again. "After our last visit, that's the last place I want to be," he said with a heavy sigh.
Drusilla rolled atop him and gazed down into his eyes. She smiled as she brought her mouth down to his ear and began to squirm against him. Spike grinned, his arousal returning.
"But you don't have a choice," said the voice of Laibach in his ear.
Repulsed, he gripped her by the shoulders and tossed her to the other side of the bed. "Bloody hell," he spat.
