She had welcomed his warmth with open arms. His eyes had spoken for him, and hers had done the same.
Somehow, Orihime had welcomed the feared "Pantera" into her warmth before the love of her life had a chance. But she had craved for that attention, pleaded for his reiatsu to be around her, and had gotten nothing in return.
Ichigo had never shown any signs of affection, at least not the ones that Grimmjow had shown her. She knew he was a rough person, and yet, even though she was thrusting her hips with his perfectly, molding her lips to his in sync, she knew he felt the same towards her.
She couldn't tell if it was love or lust, but at this point she didn't care.
Hueco Mundo made her this way. Uncaring of what was going to happen. Void of any emotion she had when she was alive. The moment she was brought to this place, she knew it was the end of her.
She just didn't expect her life to end this way.
He had tainted her, dominated her, and threw her around on more than one occasion. Despite all he had done, she couldn't find it in herself to hate him. Yes, Inoue Orihime had come to one conclusion;
She had fallen in love with the evil arrancar.
He was destruction; the one thing that was able to tear her from the inside and plant himself within her very soul, corrupting her in the process.
It was the only explanation she had as her legs wrapped around his hips, allowing him to explore deeper within her. His heated breath continued to brush her delicate skin, leaving his scent every place it touched. Her mind was hazy from his actions; no proper thought was able to enter without her forgetting it the next second.
It was as though he wasn't allowing her to remember. Her friends, her brother, Sora, all of them were forgotten about as the monster growled and rocked against her so hard she was about to break. Her wetness flowed from within and soaked his rock-hard member, causing their skin to slap against each other with each movement.
She tried to keep her gaze on him, but she found it was too hard for her to concentrate, especially with his reiatsu raging wildly around them. She yelped when she felt his teeth sink into her neck, drawing blood. He sucked greedily at her skin, leaving a dark purple bruise in its wake. She knew he wouldn't stop, not when she was holding back. He wanted her to crumble, to turn to ash for making him feel the way he did. But she couldn't help it, for she didn't know she'd have such an effect on the man.
When he stopped sucking on her neck, he attacked her swollen lips, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She mewled before they had begun to dance around each other. Letting go, he braced his arms on either side of her head as he went harder and faster inside of her.
Before she could control herself, she let out a loud moan before she felt herself go all over him. Her body went slack as she tried so hard to calm her breathing, but his actions prevented her from being able to catch a single breath.
She clung to his neck for dear life as she felt his body arch, like a feline getting ready to pounce, as he released inside of her, filling her up before more leaked onto her bed. He continued to ride her, making sure he was fully satisfied before he kissed her lips and collapsed on her form.
She placed a chaste kiss to his forehead, hearing him purr in content, before her eyes closed, allowing the darkness to take her to a warm and calming place where she was loved.