A/N: Whoooa! It's been quite a while since I've updated things. Well I apologize to you all for that. School finals were in the first week of May so that was my main priority. I was going to actually update Saturday, but something crazy happened. You see, Georgia got some really bad weather and tornadoes. I was on the computer at the time and the power went out right when I was typing this and I did NOT save this chapter!! So I had to re-write this whole thing and it's actually missing some of the original content. -sweatdrop- But I'll make it up to you guys though, I swear. Just bare with me, lol

School's out now so I'll have PLENTY of time to update. YAAAY!!

Warning: This chapter contains a lemon

The inside of our home was quite elaborate. It was already fully decorated with furniture and other means of design. I figured that Sai or somebody else had done the decorating, for if it would have been up to my fiancé, everything in the house would be either black and red or black and purple. Naraku smiled as he watched me scan the room, taking in everything that our new house had to offer. "Do you like it?" he asked in his low and sexy voice which I love so much. I turned to him and smiled.

"Of course I do. But I know that you didn't do it. So who did you pay, huh?" His expression turned into a look of pain, as if I had hurt his feelings.

"What makes you think that I didn't do it just for you?"

"Because it doesn't look bad."

"Are you trying to say that I have no sense of style?"

"Well, did you do it?"

"No. Sai and her sister did." I flashed him another smile.

"I figured as much." He grinned as he walked closer to me. He wrapped an arm around my waist and backed me up against the wall behind me. He leaned in close to me, his face only a few inches away from my own.

"Why are we still down here in the living room when there is a bedroom that we could be in?" he asked before gently nipping on my neck. I bit my lip as I tilted my head to the side, letting him get more access to me.

"I don't know," I moaned in a soft, almost timid, voice. He chuckled against my neck. He gave it one solitary lick before pulling away and backing up a few feet. His red eyes looked at me with a smoldering heat, almost as hot as the July temperatures outside. The corners of his lips upturned slightly and his eyes maintained their hold on my own as he began to strip of his clothing. He slowly reached up and began to unravel the plain red tie around his neck. He pulled it off slowly and tossed it at me, with it falling to the floor right in front of my face. He then began to unbutton the black dress shirt at an even slower and teasing pace. I couldn't help but stare intensely and anxiously as each inch of flesh on his rock hard chest and stomach was exposed. I could hear another deep-voiced laugh come from him. I moved my gaze to meet his again, seeing the amusement that was clear in his crimson crystals. "What's so funny?" I asked. Naraku continued to smile at me. He shook his head as he walked back over to me.

"Nothing. It's just so cute to me when you're impatient," he replied, stroking my long, dark locks. "Why are you so impatient? You know that I'll always give you what you want in the end." He didn't give me a chance to answer his question as he silenced any possible response from me with his pillow soft lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me flush against him. I sighed through the kiss as I began to run my hands up and down his chest, feeling the luxurious warm skin beneath my fingers. Things were quickly heating up between the two of us and before I knew it, my skirt and top had been shed to the floor and I was now in my fiancé's arms.

It is so remarkable how hot the south can get during the summertime. It was well past sunset, yet the temperature had to still be around one hundred degrees. I couldn't ever remember it being this hot in Brooklyn, nor could I ever remember it being so hot between Naraku and I. He really must have wanted my birthday to be special for me, for he was definitely giving me a run for my money that night. I arched my back highly as I grasped the red, silk sheet beneath me. His hot, dripping tongue creating a moist trail up my throat and in between my lips. I moaned into his mouth as I continued to work my lower half against his. He eventually tore his lips away from mine when the air supply ran low, only to resume to setting my body a blaze with them. I moaned and called out to him as I pulled his jet black hair roughly. "Deeper," I begged him in a breathless plea. He lifted his face from my breasts and gave me a cocky look and smirk. A look that always seemed to turn me on more for some odd reason. He granted my request and went an inch or two deeper inside of me. "So...so good," was all I could say to him. He groaned deeply, obviously satisfied with the new depth as well. He returned to my lips and seized my bottom one in between his teeth, nibbling on it gently.

"Talk to me girl," he demanded in his lustful, baritone.

"Ooo Naraku."

"How do you want it?"

"Ju-just a little bit harder."

"Like this?"

"Ah-ah. Ye-yes. Just like that. Right there too."

I continued to writhe around the scarcely dressed bed, having kicked off all of the other covers during our heated session. My claws marked the bed as he kept up his stellar performance. But all of a sudden, he stopped. I looked up at him with an expression of confusion and annoyance. A soft whimper left me, which caused him to smile that wicked grin of his that only shows when he's plotting something. He continued to smirk as he pulled out of me. I whined loudly, desperate to have him inside of me again.

"Narakuuu! Ugh, daaamn! Stop teasing me," I groaned in exasperation. He chuckled.

"To be a twenty two year old young lady, you sound like a child right now."

"Come on now. I need you. Bad! Stop pla-" he silenced my fussing by placing a hand over my mouth. He continued to smirk as he went up by my ear.

"Now how else was I going to change the position?" he whispered to me, stroking his tongue against the vital organ. He removed his hand from my mouth and within a blink of an eye, I was on my hands and knees feeling him once again unite with me. I moaned and called out his name as he began to pump at top speed. He held onto the headboard as the bed danced to our rhythm of love. "Let that demon out and purr for me," he groaned. His voice was consumed with desire, which made me feel rather sexy. I did as he requested and began to moan more often and more loudly, literally purring on occasion. I could tell he was very close, as was I. I pushed myself back against him, helping both of us reach that sacred peak all the while secretly wishing that we'd reach it together. He pushed himself as deep as possible and paused. He reached underneath me and began to stimulate my very sensitive spot while holding himself stiff inside. I couldn't contain it any longer. I clenched my teeth trying to fight it, trying to make it last just a little longer, but it was no use. It came crashing down on me like a prison guard on Bobby Brown. My fiancé's name left my lips very loudly as my body began to quiver underneath his. I could feel his excitement flow into me and his cries of pleasure ringing in my ears, somehow making the moment more enjoyable. Zapped of energy and completely satisfied, Naraku plummeted to the mattress whereas I remained in that same position for a few moments longer. On my hands in knees, balled up with my face buried in the pillows. He laughed noticing my hesitation to move.

"Naima? You okay honey?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. But I am afraid if I move too soon after something as good as that, I may explode." My response caused him to laugh some more.

"Come here," he said as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me from that position, into one where I was lying right beside him. I laid my head down on top of his slick chest, my eyes beginning to get heavy with sleep. He planted a tender kiss on my forehead as he stroked the multiple hairs on my head. "I hope that I made this day special for you. You deserve the best." I smiled to myself, unable to lift my head or keep my eyes open.

"No need to ask that Naraku. Every day, every minute, every second with you is special. Just to have you with me is quite enough." I knew he was smiling his beautiful, bright smile at this point.

"I know Naima, but if this world were mine, I'd give you anything-"

"-I'd give you each day so sunny and blue-"

"-If you wanted the moonlight, I'd give you that too." My smile grew as sleep began to set in on me.

"You remembered that that was my favorite Luther song," I whispered to him. He chuckled softly as he maintained his soft caresses.

"After sixteen years of being your best friend, if I didn't know everything about you by now, then I would be a liar in saying that I love you now wouldn't I?" I continued to smile as I nodded my head in reply, with sleep eventually winning the battle over my body.

Naraku's POV

I didn't know exactly how to give her final gift to her. For years, I've dreamed of this moment, almost completely losing hope when she was with Sesshoumaru. But now she's mine. Mine to love and mine to hold forever. The ONLY woman in the world who makes the guard around my heart disappear. The only woman whom I want to wear my last name. I've never really known exactly how I would do this, but the time just seems exactly right at this moment. I carefully reached inside of the top drawer of the night stand, making sure that I didn't wake Naima from her dreams. I fumbled around in the darkness until I felt her final birthday gift. I pulled it out and opened the tiny, black box. The moonlight peering in from the window shone directly on the diamond ring, making the jewels glisten, as if it were a sign that we were destined to be together. I wasted no more time before gently sliding the engagement ring on her finger, officially claiming her as my fiancé. She shifted her head on my chest a little when I did it, but did not wake. I brushed the wild hairs away from her soft, brown face and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. "Happy Birthday Mrs. Kagewaki," I whispered to her, beginning to give into the temptation of sleep myself, patiently waiting for her to see how much I loved her in the morning.

A/N: The song in the story was "If This World Were Mine" by Luther Vandross. Beautiful song. So what will Naima's reaction be to the ring? Gotta stay tuned. Thank you to all my reviewers too!!