The sex was very pleasant, but it grounded her, too. It tethered her, one human adrift and weightless among countless uncaring others. It was one of the ties that bound. Though she knew from eleven hundred demon years that sometimes love was stronger, she hadn't a chance of seducing anyone to love her; she'd barely managed the actual sexual seduction.
But she had managed it, and now she belonged to Xander as much as intercourse partners ever did. Some days that felt like almost enough to prove her existence.
On the days it didn't, she pestered Xander for more orgasms.