He withdrew his body heat from hers, leaving her shivering as the cool night air swept over her exposed chest. She moved her arms to cover herself, but with no success as he roughly seized her hips with his clawed hands and turned her over onto her stomach. She grimaced at the pain of his coarse treatment, but her wonder over his plans for her overtook the blood oozing from her fresh wounds. He grasped her hips again, and lifted them straight upward, admiring her rounded backside. Almost immediately, he shoved himself in and out of her soft body, their skin smacking together as he relentlessly worked toward his release.
Sango gripped the grass beneath her hands, vegetation collecting between her fingers as she pulled clods of it from the ground with each push. "You've seen Kagome and Inuyasha do this."
He mumbled in disapproval and pumped into her harder, his rough grip on her tightening. Blood dripped down her outer thigh. "Shut up!"
Gasps and moans resonated deep within her chest and she closed her eyes, reveling in the piercing pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure. She was nearing the point of climax and she added between breaths, "this position is called 'doggie-style', you know."
Upon hearing another reference to his hated rival, he sped up again, slamming into her with an angry ferocity, sending them both into euphoria. Once they came down, he collapsed next to her and kissed her forehead. "Don't ever use his name while we're together," he told her, draping his arm over her middle. "Until I can make you mine, keep asking that miko for new ideas."
Sango blushed pink. "I'll ask. But I have an idea of my own."
"What's that?"
Her eyes traveled down his body and she licked her lips. "You'll see."