Ok all, you wanted steam and you got it. Here's a little something from me, with love, to all my readers. Again, I own nothing but the original plot line of the story.

Chapter Three

*Nakago's P.O.V.*

She lay before me. Every inch of her tender young skin exposed to my eyes. Her lovely pale flesh was a grand contrast to the silken midnight sheets. Her dark auburn hair fanned out around her head in a halo making her look more like the angel she truly is. I knew she would return to me, that she would soon be in my bed. I couldn't help the smile of victory that overtook my face.

Her beautiful eyes were closed in her peaceful slumber. I would make sure to interrupt her sleep. I've waited far too long for this moment and now that it's here, I'm not about to let it go to waste. Gently sitting beside her, I was in awe as she turned her face towards me, her lips slightly parting as though asking for my kiss. Leaning over, our lips gently met for the first time. Yes, I must be gentle for I know that I will be her first in every way, and I intend to be her last as well.

I felt the small beauty beneath me begin to stir and I pulled back. Her eyes softly fluttered open as she looked up at me. There was no fear, no anger. They held none of the feelings they showed the first time we met. A smile formed on her own lips as she reached up to me and placed her soft hand against my cheek.

"Nakago," she whispered. Her voice held the longing I felt. I leaned down again and our lips rejoined. I didn't hold back this time; I devoured her. I was pleasantly surprised that she matched my passion. Climbing on top of her slowly, yet never breaking our kiss, I allowed my hands to explore the body that has haunted my every waking thought.

Her back arched into me and she let out a sigh of surprise as my calloused hand met her sensitive breast. I broke our kiss and looked down at her. I allowed my thumb to run over her pebbling peak and her eyes widened as she gasped out her pleasure. She was so innocent, so pure; never before has a woman such as her been in my bed and I was determined that there would never be another for either of us. I allowed my lips to explore her silken neck, gently kissing and sucking on her pulse. That coupled with the workings of my hand had her writhing beneath me.

My own pleasure made itself very aware. Her small noises and the way she was moving against me nearly became too much for me to bear. But I would bear it, for her. I lowered myself to be level with her chest and placed open mouth kisses along the valley between her breasts. I moved my way upwards and allowed my lips to brush her hardened peaks. She arched into me and grabbed hold of my arms for leverage.

"Look at me Miaka," I commanded. "Look at the man who is bringing you such pleasure." I couldn't stand that her eyes were closed. It felt as though she were imagining one of her warriors doing this to her, not me. I stopped everything I was doing and waited. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked down at me.

"Please Nakago," she whimpered. I knew she was too embarrassed to ask me what she truly wanted so I merely smiled at her and went back to giving her pleasure.

I lowered my lips to her peak and allowed my tongue to taste her. She arched into me once again and breathlessly sighed my name; her hands falling from my arms in favor of grasping the sheets. I gave that breast a generous amount of attention before turning and stimulating its twin. Once I'd had my fill of them for the moment I worked my way down to my ultimate prize between her parted legs..

Her lips were already moist and puckered, begging to know the touch of a man. I blew a small breath of wind against them and they quivered in ecstasy. Without a moment of hesitation, I leaned forward and learned the taste I desired most. The woman I love arched to meet me and cried out my name. A great swell of passion and male pride swept over me and, as I did with the lips that cry out for me so sweetly; I devoured her. I couldn't hold myself back and even if I could, I wouldn't. My tongue had a mind of its own as it licked her clean and coxed more nectar from her glorious opening. My thumb found her bud and worked it tirelessly. She cried my name over and over while gripping onto my hair trying to push me further into the pleasure she was feeling. I didn't need the coaxing, I was enjoying myself entirely too much.

All too soon she let out a final cry of completion and her juices flooded my mouth. I drank them as though they were the sweetest ambrosia sent to me from the heavens. I sat up and looked down at my angel. Her skin glistened with sweat and glowed with the pleasure I had given her. I removed my bed robe and leaned over her once again. Our mouths met and I allowed her to taste the wonder that she is.

Once again she met my passion. She allowed her hands to shyly wander over my skin. Her fingers brushed over my own pebbled peeks and I deepened the kiss to show my joy. While one hand worked on my chest, another went downward, exploring my lower body. She touched everywhere but the one place I wanted most. After a few more moments of her avoiding it, I grasped her wrist and brought it to my painfully erect rod.

"It's so big Nakago," she said. Her voice held a little bit of fear. "I don't think it'll fit."

"It's big for you my love. Don't worry, it'll fit. You'll love every last bit of it." I assured her. My voice full of the consuming passion and desire I felt for her. She squeezed me as though testing my firmness. I let out a groan of sheer tortured bliss.

"You better not do that. I won't be held responsible for my actions if you continue to torture me so." I warned. Much to my disappointment, she pulled her hand away. It was all for the better thought since I could now do what I truly wanted all along. Positioning myself at her moist opening, I felt as though I was about to enter heaven. I gently began to push forward when a pounding at my door broke my concentration.

"Lord Nakago? Lord Nakago are you awake?" one of the guards called.

"What is it?" I replied, not bothering to hide my bitter mood. I was still slightly stiff from my battle with the Suzaku warriors the night before. My energy had yet to fully return.

"The Emperor wishes to see you my lord," the guard said, his voice quivering in fear. I dismissed them and got out of my bed. My body was slick with sweet and I was still ready to take the woman of my dreams. Damn that impudent boy Tamahome for taking my woman from me. He would pay. They would all pay. And soon, oh yes, very soon, their priestess, the beautiful Miaka would be in my bed and I would have her for real.

Ok all, this scene has been plaguing me for a while. I felt it would be best served here. Don't worry, I'll be returning to Miaka and the others in the next chapter. Please don't kill me. Reviews are a wonderful thing guys.