His lips were gentle upon my flesh, and that almost drove me to the brink of want and need. I don't know when he captured my lips with his, but I don't regret the cold feel of them against mine. The grip of his arm around my waist tightened, and soon enough I found myself flush against his chest and the white wall behind me. His grip never eased, and I don't know if I minded it or not. I can only feel as his tongue brushed gently against mine, caressing the roof of my mouth as our tongues danced. If I could see myself now, I would know that I was beat red, with my eyes sealed with a sensation I had never thought to feel once more.

His free arm ran up my neck, caressing the moist skin with ease and familiarity. This wasn't the first time this man had done this to me, and I know it would not be the last. His lips skillfully lowered from mine, granting me a chance to inhale the air that I lacked and he sucked softly against the soft skin on my neck. I shivered in what I knew to be pleasure, and tightened my grip on his neck. If he were a normal man, I'd have strangled him with the sheer force I was holding him.

The puff of his breath teased the sensitive skin of my neck, and I nearly groaned. "Woman." He finally said, his lips rising to catch the hollow of my ear between his teeth.

I shook with the sweet sensation, and finally opened up my eyes, to stare into his bright green ones. "I can't describe how I feel at this particular moment, but know this." My knees nearly gave out when the hand around my waist traveled south, to cup my maidenhood. "You are mine, Orihime..." He spoke, finally beginning to rub me through my clothes.

I panted in embarrassment, and flushed a deeper red when his lips almost curved into a smirk. "Your body …" He whispered into my ear, and pressed harder into me with his fingers, finally shaking the little composure I had. "Your soul…" He uttered this time, letting the hand that was previously caressing me neck to travel between the valley of my breasts. My breath hitched at the over stimulation, and before I knew it I was released from his embrace, and with a faint twinkle in his unexpressive face, he spoke the last words. "And your mind." he turned from me, and walked away from my flushing form, leaving me alone with the memory of his touch.

This wasn't the first time he'd done this to me, and it wouldn't be the last.