"Miko, He is correct, do this, think of him as a demon Lord, think of him a powerful male, one who can only meet your needs"

This was not helping,

"Be selfish, you want his body, his flesh, to heal his soul with our power, will him to come, call to his warmth, you are cold and want his warmth"

But he was the cold one and she was the warm one, wasn't she?

"You want to hold him, make him atone for his sins, caress him, you are a miko after all, call to him as if you want him to come and be washed clean of his wrongdoings to be purified" She knew they didn't actually mean to purify him, but his mother did kinda put it into words she could understand. This was the first step. So Kagome relaxed, she moved her head down and brushed her cheek against his and as soon as her hands fisted into his hair, his demonic power rose

"Now what?" She whispered, but his mother was long gone.

He growled in his throat and her lack of concentration and he felt her nails at his neck as she knotted his hair into her hands. His hands slipped up, now touching her skin under her shirt and she gasps, her hips moved without thinking and his power rose up to her arms and she pulled hers straight from her tummy. His swirled down her arms and she felt the pressure right away. She wanted nothing more than to arch "Trust yourself"

"I do"

"You are fighting, you can not fight"

Yeah, last time she ended up heated and wet.

"You already know you can stop me miko"

That was true.

He bared down and her head went back as his aura bared down on her chest. Her power rose and at first, it seemed to bite at him, but when his hands moved to her back it quickly mixed. He looked at her neck and pushed forward again, going down to her ribs and her power sunk down and tried to push him up, he would allow it if that's what she wanted, but he raked his crawls against her back and her power mixed with his. She relaxed again, her face against his and his hands moved back to her hips, skin to skin still. Her hands moved to hold both sides of his own neck, she could feel his heartbeat, their skin was getting hot from the power sitting on it, and she was starting to breathe heavy, he either had to keep going or back out.

He wanted to keep going, a part of him want to feel it again, and this time he wanted to watch her. She had not stopped him yet so he pressed on.
He hit her womb again and she bit her lip, the butterflies danced within her and the heaviness turned into heat. She pulled her face back a bit and looked down at his hands, his strips, her wall fell and his power entered her womb again and heat flooded her, she cried out again and her power fought against him. He nudged her cheek with his nose, he wanted to see her face. She looked up, her cheeks were red clear acorss her nose and her eyes were heavy with pent-up need. Her midsection was sucking in as she fought to control her own, trying to decide, stop or go?

She leaned forward again, her cheek resting against his again, not knowing how his strips felt against him. He pushed, she closed her eyes "Sesshomaru" She begged, she wanted him to tell her what to do!

Heat flooded him at her begging tone, he knew what she wanted, but he didn't want to tell her, he wanted her to feel and make up her own mind, but he too was fighting it and this time he didn't want her to run.

So when he pushed again, trying to break whatever was there, to make her release, she cried out and he moved in, pulling her slightly back his mouth covered her own.
That was all it took and her wall came down and he slammed his power into her with such a force that she cried into their open mouth kiss and he tugged her closer.

Both had a tingling that was begging to be touched. She had lifted to high on him so he pushed her down, effectively showing her just how much she made him want her in that moment. Her womanhood rubbing against something hard and she knew it wasn't his abs. He didn't break the kiss even as she moaned at his acting.

Slowly he broke the kiss and wrapped his arms tightly around her so she would not bolt. She slowly slid her head down till it rested on his shoulder and she panted. His sliding action helped with the tingle, but they were both still in need. His was throbbing, unlike her, he got no release, he knew he wouldn't and her, she felt like she needed something more, this was pure torture and unmapped territory.

She wanted to touch herself, to rub it, to make it go the hell away. She groaned and fisted her hands into his clothes "Please tell me we don't have to do this again till we get there, I don't know if I can handle it"

He agreed

But "Sleep" was all he said.