Updated: 07/28/2021 To fix continuity error
The taste of her blood on Sesshomaru's tongue was like nothing he had before. There was a certain sweetness and spice. The puncture wounds sealed themselves after he licked the wounds clean. Sesshomaru could feel how Tatsuhana trembled under his touch, and feeling her shiver made his spine tingle. Her hand was gripping him like a security blanket, but she didn't shove him away or yank out his hair by the roots. She had the strength to do so, and he knew it. A fierce instinct overtook him when he saw the blood darkened the collar of her dress. If he hadn't dragged her with him to his car, in all likelihood, Sesshomaru would have killed that woman his mother set him up with.
A low growl rumbled in his chest, unbidden. His hand had snuck to Tatsuhana's waist. The textured dress wrapped around her body like a second skin. If he didn't control himself, whatever it was that they were building, would be destroyed. Sesshomaru reigned in the urge to move Tatsuhana and have his way with her in his sports car. She froze in the passenger seat, fingers tightening around his hair. Slowly, reluctantly, Sesshomaru pulled his mouth away from her neck.
Tatsuhana was staring at him, eyes wide was headlights. Her face was flushed red like the blood that had been dripping down her neck. Her brows were knitted close together. Her parted lips tempted him to kiss her. Sesshomaru bit the inside of his mouth until he tasted his own blood.
"I was healing your neck. Some demons hide poison or drugs in their nail polish. I neutralized anything that could be found in your system," said Sesshomaru.
He got out of the driver's side, walked around the car, and opened Tatsuhana's door. She climbed out after a moment of staring at him again. Her legs were shaking so bad that Tatsuhana tripped and snapped the heel on her shoe after taking one step. Sesshomaru acted quickly by picking her off the ground and carrying her.
"Put me down. I can walk just fine on my own." Tatsuhana protested.
"You're shaking like a leaf. You can barely walk."
Luckily, nobody was around to see him carry her out of the parking garage, enter the apartment complex, and take her inside the elevator. Tatsuhana wriggled in his arms the whole way up. And considering that he owned the penthouse suite, it was a very long trip to the top. Sesshomaru set her down on her feet when they arrived at his door. He unlocked it and went inside while holding Tatsuhana's waist to keep her steady. Izayoi and Rin had been sitting on the couch when the door swung open. The girl shot up from her seat and ran to her father, wrapping her arms around his legs.
"Sesshomaru, you're home…early." Izayoi looked at him, then over at Tatsuhana, who was trying to hide behind. "Miss Tatsuhana, what happened to you?"
"Her dress might need dry cleaning. There's blood on the collar," said Sesshomaru. He picked up Rin and carried her to her room.
Izayoi made her way over to Tatsuhana and shut the door that Sesshomaru had left open. She reached out to take Tatsuhana's hand gently in her own, but Tatsuhana pulled away like Izayoi held a snake.
"Is everything alright? How did you get blood on your dress?" Izayoi then noticed the dark stains on the collar. "What happened?"
"Ask Sesshomaru."
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Sesshomaru returned without Rin. He looked between the two women before marching over to Tatsuhana and taking her by the wrist. Tatsuhana didn't resist even when he led her to his bedroom. She stood in the doorway while he rummaged through his dressers, pulling out an oversized t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants.
Without even looking at her, he said, "You can borrow those until I take you back home in the morning. You must be tired."
"I'd rather have my own pajamas and sleep in my own bed. Thank you very much."
"Humor me, and I'll explain everything later when Rin's asleep."
"No," said Tatsuhana. She folded her arms across her chest.
"I'm already on edge. Just change into those clothes I set out for you on the bed."
Tatsuhana stomped over to the bed. She undid the shoes from her feet and held them in her hands. For a moment, Sesshomaru felt her rage radiate out towards him. The heat of her body was felt from across the room. Tatsuhana whipped towards him, shoes aloft. She chucked one at him, which he caught, and then the other. Sesshomaru dodged and threw the heel to the floor, where it landed next to its partner. He crossed the room in just a couple of strides. Sesshomaru stood at her back before she could get away. Pulling the curtain of her hair aside, he found the zipper on her dress and tugged it down an inch or two. Tatsuhana froze in place as his arm snaked around her stomach. She felt his lips press against the back of her exposed neck and a shudder ripped through her.
Sesshomaru bent his face into her neck and sighed.
"It is taking everything within me not to give in to more base desires. Do you have any idea what you look like in that dress? I wanted to claw it off you while licking your skin. How can you not see why that writer is interested in more than just your art?"
"Sessh—"
"I'm going to leave the room so you can change in privacy, and as soon as Rin falls asleep, we're going to have a talk. Understood?"
Tatsuhana was about to make a reply, but Sesshomaru was already gone. He shut the door behind him. Tatsuhana heard the hushed voices of Izayoi and Sesshomaru talking; however, she couldn't make out what they were saying. She changed clothes, folding up her ruined dress and unsure if the bloodstains would come out. The sweatpants were loose on her despite being tall herself. She knotted the drawstring tight and pulled the t-shirt over her head. It was like being hugged by Sesshomaru. Tatsuhana could smell him everywhere.
Izayoi left by the time Tatsuhana went looking for Sesshomaru. He was found in the kitchen making himself something to eat. Tatsuhana's stomach grumbled. She left the restaurant before her food arrived at the table. She and Miroku had been so busy talking about business.
"Mind if I have some? It's the least you could do after kidnapping me," Tatsuhana said snidely.
"That was the idea. You should make yourself comfortable on the couch. It will be a few minutes," he replied.
Tatsuhana sat on the couch and flipped through the TV stations. She didn't want to be near him, knowing that he could snap any second now. Sesshomaru brought out a plate of rice, stir-fried chicken and vegetables, and a cup of tea. They ate in silence in the living room. Tatsuhana left her plate after two servings of food out on the coffee table. She made Sesshomaru take care of the dishes while she sat and stewed over her emotions, slowly brewing to a dangerous point. When he returned, Tatsuhana folded her arms across her chest and glared at him. Sesshomaru sat opposite her on the couch, but at least he didn't try to touch her again.
"Would you mind explaining yourself, or should I be calling your father? Because it seems that you've lost sense of rational thought. Should I be concerned for my well-being?" She demanded to know.
Sesshomaru wiped his hand over his face. Tatsuhana watched every movement of his; her eyes were glued to him. He leaned his head against the couch's back, resting it as if it was a burden for him to carry. His hand still covered his face.
"It…wasn't supposed to be like this. At first, I thought you were some naïve woman who spent too much time huffing paint fumes to understand how beneath me you were. I thought you reckless, stupid, and poorly dressed."
"Gee, thanks, Your Highness." Tatsuhana sneered.
One of Sesshomaru's golden eyes peeked out from under his hand to glare at her.
"At least let me finish before you respond," said he.
Tatsuhana rolled her eyes but didn't say anything else. She pulled her legs up and made herself comfortable in her corner of the couch. Sesshomaru lowered his hand to stare at the ceiling. He took a deep breath and released it slowly.
"For all of that, I apologize. I see now that I was a bigoted fool. In the time since I have met you, you have proved me wrong on every point." Sesshomaru turned his head to look at Tatsuhana now. "I'm sorry for everything cruel I have said to you and how I behaved when we first met."
Her jaw would drop to the floor if Tatsuhana just unclenched her teeth. She bit on the inside of her mouth to keep herself from saying anything yet. A gentle thud-thud beat against her ribs; she could feel it pounding in her ears. She felt heat rising through her chest to her face, turning her cheeks and the tips of her ears red. Blood surged to her face. At the same time, her brows knitted close together.
"You don't make many apologies, do you?" She asked.
Sesshomaru shook his head. "I've never had to apologize and mean it in the last half-century. Especially to a human. I would say that you should consider yourself grateful, but I have already insulted you enough."
Tatsuhana fished her rough necklace out from the oversized t-shirt Sesshomaru gave her to wear. The dress's collar kept it out of sight for more of the evening. She rubbed the front and back with her fingers letting the old metal grow warm.
"You're still very conceited, you know that?"
"You don't get to be over five hundred years old without having some ego," said Sesshomaru.
Still rubbing her necklace for comfort, Tatsuhana went on to ask, "Is there anything you wanted to say? Any other confessions before I give you your penances?"
Golden eyes boring into her, Sesshomaru only looked at Tatsuhana. He shifted on the couch. Tatsuhana flinched but settled down when Sesshomaru turned to face her and sat down again. He didn't move an inch closer to her, which made her react the way she did. He leaned his head against his hand. His stare fixated on her. Tatushana searched his eyes, hoping to find something. Sesshomaru's eyes seemed to look at her like it was a form of piety. She racked her brain for the meaning of his gaze.
"In the last few weeks, I have struggled to come to terms with certain feelings of mine. It has been in vain to disengage you from my mind. Despite myself, when it comes to you, all I want is to make you mine."
Tatsuhana didn't say anything. No snark, no serious reply. She sat there curled up on Sesshomaru's couch, waiting for him to say anything but that. Her eyes widened as she stared back at him. Tatsuhana's blush remained, darkened too. The heat burning in her chest threatened to set her whole body on fire. She waited for Sesshomaru to drop his solemn mask and start laughing in her face, telling her how much of a silly tiny human she was for believing an impossible lie. However, Sesshomaru looked at her and kept looking at her. He stayed on his side as he waited for her answer. She swallowed past the hard lump in her throat.
"You're not funny," she said. "At least make it convincing when you're trying to play a practical joke on me."
"I don't lie."
"Then, don't bullshit me!"
Unthinking, she closed the space between them. Tatsuhana sat in front of Sesshomaru. She was back to glaring at him. Her heart was beating against her chest so hard that it hurt.
"You must be the most ridiculous man alive if you think that toying with me like that is at all funny. I have been through a lot this past year, and the last thing I need is some rich bastard coming into my life to try and play with me. I'm not some toy you can keep throwing around and ditch when you've had all your fun. I won't be messed with again!"
"And that is why I'm serious. I'm not saying I love you, but I would like to get to know you if you allowed it." Sesshomaru reached out his hand to touch her cheek.
Tatsuhana shot up from the couch as if being near him was a death sentence. Tears threatened to burn in her eyes, but she pushed them back with all her mental strength. She clenched her hands into fists at her sides. Her nails bit into her palms.
"You," she sneered, "Are the last person I would ever allow myself to fall for. You're selfish, brutish, unspeakably arrogant, and from the moment we met, you have looked down your nose at me. For Rin's sake, I tried to look past all of that. Tonight, your actions have proved me wrong. I am not a prize to be won or a trophy to put on your shelf. I won't be some badge for you to wear, saying you stooped below your ideals and picked a lowly innkeeper."
Without looking back at him or waiting for his reply, Tatsuhana stormed off. She slammed the bathroom door closed. Tatsuhana found herself sliding down the door until she slumped on the floor. She was a puddle of emotions she didn't want to feel. Her heart was racing. She waited to hear Sesshomaru's footsteps stomp down the hallway. She waited for him to bang on the door or rip it off its hinges. There was silence.
How long she sat there, in the dark, Tatsuhana couldn't tell. She was too afraid to stand up and flick on the light. However long she was on the floor; eventually, Sesshomaru got up and walked down the hallway. The pounding in Tatsuhana's chest started anew. His footsteps weren't heavy or quick. Instead, he sauntered down the hall. They drew closer and closer and closer…
Sesshomaru paused outside of the door, but in a moment, he walked past. Tatsuhana waited until she heard the bedroom door slam home before getting to her feet. She fumbled with the lock on the bathroom door and pried it open. It squeaked as she stuck out her head. A dim light flickered beneath Sesshomaru's door, but for all intents and purposes, it did not move. Tatsuhana crept out into the hall and tip-toed her way back to the living room. He left a single lamp on for her, and there were pillows and blankets folded up on the couch. She gave one more glance towards Sesshomaru's door. Guilt bubbled in her stomach, and Tatsuhana wondered how much courage it would take to go knock on his door late at night and apologize.
Shaking her head as if that would be enough to get rid of those thoughts, Tatsuhana unfolded a couple blankets and wrapped herself in them. She turned the light out and settled for the night. The leather was uncomfortable, to say the least.
Tatsuhana woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the door. Her brows furrowed in confusion as the shoji door to her bedroom shouldn't sound like that if someone knocked on it. It took her a moment to realize that she wasn't in her bedroom at all. Her neck to the shoulders down ached after resting her head on an over-stuffed pillow. She could feel the morning sun against her back as she sat up. A pair of feet shuffled across the room. Sesshomaru walked to the door without even acknowledging her. He opened it and Hanzo, carrying a large paper bag, stood on the other side.
"I'm here to pick Miss Hamasaki," said Hanzo, a little confused.
Sesshomaru opened the door a bit wider for Hanzo to come in. Tatsuhana sat up, stretched, and popped her neck.
"How are you this morning?" Asked Hanzo.
"I—" Tatsuhana paused. She wasn't sure what to say. Her neck and shoulders hurt, and she was wearing a man's clothes, a man she wasn't even dating and firmly rejected.
"She got drunk last night, so I allowed her to crash on my couch for the night," said Sesshomaru.
"Did the meeting with the author go well then?"
Tatsuhana racked her brain for a moment. She couldn't possibly tell Hanzo what actually happened. He'd try stabbing Sesshomaru in the heart, and she doubted the dog demon would let him. Instead, Tatsuhana forced herself to smile.
"We're going to have a follow-up soon. To discuss further business together. He likes my work, and I think we'll be getting to do a lot of projects," she replied.
"That's incredible! Mr. Taisho called and told me to pick you up. A couple of the girls rounded up some change of clothes for you. I honestly don't know what they picked, but this is what they gave me." Hanzo left the bag on the coffee table. "I'll be downstairs in the lobby waiting."
Hanzo made a quiet exit, leaving Tatsuhana alone with her "host."
Anger boiled in Tatsuhana's stomach. Sesshomaru acted as if nothing happened the night before. He should have been colder and more brutal than offering his kitchen to be ransacked. He was overly friendly by his standard, and that usually meant someone was plotting something. Tatsuhana wondered if Sesshomaru was about to start love-bombing her, just like her last relationship with a man.
She rushed to the nearest bathroom. The paper bag contained a t-shirt, a pair of paint-splattered jeans, fresh underwear, a bra, tennis shoes, and socks. Sesshomaru's spare pj's were tossed to the floor. Tatsuhana didn't even feel like picking them and folding them. She left them on the floor in a pile like discarded dish rags. Once changed, Tatsuhana rushed out of the bathroom and returned.
"Let's go. There are still some plans I have to go over for the inn, and I have a homework assignment I need to finish. I have too many due date extensions as it is."
She shoved her way past both men and stomped across the hall to the elevator. Hanzo made a short bow to Sesshomaru before spinning on his heels to catch up with Tatsuhana. He was barely able to make it aboard. The doors closed shortly after he got on. Tatsuhana stared at Sesshomaru, who still stood across the hall. Their eyes bore into each other before the elevator doors closed, sealing them off from one another.
By the time Sesshomaru got to the office, the temples in his forehead were throbbing. Employees scattered as soon as he walked into a room. It might have been the way he walked that shouted 'Stay away!' or that his eyes were colder than usual. An astute person, human or demon, might have been able to read his terrifying aura that sent out waves of anger and bitterness. He was walking around with an invisible shield. The only person who seemed not to be deterred by this was his father's secretary. Sesshomaru made it within the small lobby to his office when she stopped him.
"Mr. Taisho? Your father would like to see you in his office," she said.
Without turning all the way around, Sesshomaru looked over his shoulder and glared at her.
"What does he want?" Sesshomaru snarled.
"He didn't tell me, but I believe he said that it is of a personal nature. I'm just the messenger."
He growled. Sesshomaru turned around. The secretary followed at his heels since he walked ahead of her. He didn't need her to show the way to his father's office. When she finally was able to get ahead of him, she opened the door to the office and announced his presence. Toga Taisho was looking out one of the massive windows out onto the sprawling city below them. His secretary quickly shut the door behind her when she left. Sesshomaru didn't bother sitting down.
"Well, Father, you called me in here?"
Toga inhaled through his nose and exhaled sharply. "Have you seen the newspapers today?"
"No, I was a little busy getting Rin ready for school and dropping her off, and you know I don't read those papers."
"I recommend that you do," said Toga. He strode over to his large oak desk and picked up a folded paper lying on top of it.
Toga crossed the room to hand it over. Sesshomaru flipped it open to find a gossip rag in his hand. The front cover photo was of him at the restaurant. However, Tatsuhana was in the picture too. It was of them leaving the place, seemingly hand in hand. He recognized the tight-fitting blue lace dress from anywhere. Sesshomaru flipped open the papers to the article page and began to read.
Friday night, business heir and playboy Sesshomaru Taisho was seen leaving with a different woman than the one he was dining with. Miwa Utagawa, founder, and CEO of tech company, Utagawa Unlimited, was dining with Taisho earlier that same evening. A fight broke out in the women's bathroom between Utagawa and the unknown woman. Ms. Utagawa declined an interview, so speculations arise about the fight taken place. Romance and erotica author, Miroku Kazaana, was also present, and witnesses attest that he not only called attention to the alleged injuries sustained by the unknown party but also have been dining with her that very evening! Mr. Kazaana also declined an interview. Taisho and the unnamed woman, pictured wearing the blue dress, were seen leaving the restaurant, hand in hand.
Sesshomaru crumbled the newspaper in his hands. A few more paragraphs were left in the article, but he didn't care to read them.
"They're going to start looking for her, you know. Reporters and journalists are all too often vultures. Once they know her name, Tatsuhana's reputation and livelihood could be put in jeopardy. They'll know about the incidents involving the Band of Seven. They'll follow her to school, pester her inn. You might be able to go about relatively unscathed because you have money; Tatsuhana doesn't have that privilege."
Sesshomaru never saw his father's face look like that. Toga looked at his son with his face etched in stone. The familiar warmth in his eyes was replaced by an icy coldness that reminded Sesshomaru more of his mother than his doting father. Toga folded his arms across his chest like he was disciplining a child.
"Do you have anything to say about this?" Asked Toga.
"I don't know what you want me to do about it. She has already made it clear that she doesn't want anything more to do with me," said Sesshomaru.
"How so?"
"She rejected further advances last night," said Sesshomaru.
Toga's brows furrowed. "Come again?"
When Sesshomaru finished his tale from the restaurant, Toga migrated to behind his desk. He plopped down in his leather chair, and when Sesshomaru was done talking, he pinched the bridge of his nose. Now, it was Toga who had a migraine. He sat in silence as the information settled deep in his brain.
"You know," Toga said at last after a very long moment of contemplation, "your brother doesn't have half the problems you do right now. You're supposed to be smarter and more observant, yet Inuyasha has a better success rate for relationships than you. How is it that you screw up so badly?"
"I don't follow."
Toga inhaled sharply. "You drag the woman out of the restaurant after she was thoroughly embarrassed. You take her home and assume that she wants to sleep at your apartment. You clean her wounds with your tongue while not even asking her if it was alright with her. And now you're wondering why she rejects you after all of that? Tatsuhana has every right to charge you with sexual assault, and you're baffled that she doesn't like your pushy advances. Sesshomaru, my son, you laid it on thick and expected her to accept a courtship from you. What is wrong with you?"
Sesshomaru ground his teeth. He wasn't about to admit his father was right. Sesshomaru woke up that morning two hours ahead of his custom time. All night, he'd been plagued with restless sleep. A new sensation awoke with him when he got out of bed. He rotted in his guts like bad meat. Is this what guilt felt like?
"Then tell me what to do," said Sesshomaru.
"You're going to write her a well-worded and sincere apology letter and pray she doesn't sue. Whatever you do, don't apologize in person. You don't want her to think you're trying to love-bomb her. It'll look like you're invading her personal space. Again. Grovel in the letter, if you must, just make it honest. Don't use pretty words. Flowery language won't help you now."
Sesshomaru nodded. He turned to leave and go to his office. Toga rose from his chair.
"And one more thing," said Toga.
Sesshomaru looked over his shoulder.
"You might want to apologize to Utagawa for thrusting her into this. At least so she doesn't retaliate against Tatsuhana. Understood?"
"Yes," said Sesshomaru.
Sesshomaru wrote letter after letter all afternoon. Even when he was working, he was rewriting letters. None of them sounded sincere enough, but Sesshomaru never before had to write an apology letter for anything. That feeling he had since that morning followed him everywhere he went. It was a heavy weight, like a lead-safe chained to his waist. He dragged it around with him. A couple of hours before he clocked out, Sesshomaru finished it. He scrawled along with a letter on some paper he found as a typed message looked too impersonal. The letter was sealed within an envelope and mailed off. The thought of delivering it to the inn himself would have made the situation so much worse.
The weight didn't go away. Even when he got himself into his car, Sesshomaru still felt that pit open up in his stomach. A quick phone to his mother-in-law had him a babysitter for the night. He wasn't going straight home.
Sesshomaru drove for a couple hours around the city, unable to figure out what he wanted. He tried eating but couldn't stomach sitting by himself in a restaurant. Late at night, he found himself in a district known for its bars. The car was parked in a secure garage, and Sesshomaru walked the rest of the way. He found a place that didn't immediately make bile rise in his throat. Most would describe it as a classy place, sleek and modern, if not for the fact that it reeked of cigarette smoke. It was ripe with life on a Saturday night. Sesshomaru made his way over to the bar and sat there. To the bartender's surprise, Sesshomaru bought an entire bottle of their most expensive cognac. When the bartender returned with the imported bottle and a shot glass along with his bill, Sesshomaru poured himself a drink and emptied the glass in one go.
By the third, he felt the presence of another settle in the barstool next to his. Sesshomaru was about to break the bottle on that person's skull, whoever had the audacity. He stopped himself from grabbing the cognac when his eyes found her. She was a lithe creature, so much shorter than he was. Her bobbed black hair was tied with a red ribbon that matched the color of her eyes. A black choker decorated her neck. Sesshomaru's eyes trailed down from her neck down briefly to her chest. The woman's sleek number cut down below her bustline and reached her upper thighs. Very little was left to the imagination.
"Hitting the bottle a little hard, aren't you?" She said.
Sesshomaru brought his eyes back up from her generous chest to her face.
"Is there something I could help you with?"
The woman shrugged her shoulders and leaned against the bar. For a second, Sesshomaru feared that her low dress was going to cause a wardrobe malfunction. He swallowed down about half a glass.
"Maybe it's the other way around. Maybe I can help you."
"Do you really think so?" Asked Sesshomaru. In the back of his mind, as old and wise and battle-trained he thought himself to be, there was a course of action that seemed too good to resist. Tatsuhana appeared in his mind's eye like a bad dream that he needed to wash away. It wasn't as if a letter alone was going to fix what he damaged.
"My name is Yura. What's yours?"
"I have a feeling you probably already know that," said Sesshomaru.
Yura chuckled. "You're right. I'd recognize that face anywhere. You look really good on the front page, by the by."
"Is there something you want, or is your goal to annoy me all night?"
"I just thought you'd like some company. You look like you could use a distraction," said Yura.
"Awfully presumptuous of you."
Yura placed her hand on his leg. "But am I wrong?"
Sesshomaru drained his glass. The cognac was definitely made for demons in mind. He wasn't even tipsy, but a few more drinks, and he would be. His mind and body buzzed. He could feel it worming its way through his system. Sesshomaru glanced back at Yura, who hadn't bothered to move her hand. One part of him wanted to grab her hand and throw her across the bar, while the other half wanted to move it somewhere else. Of the two, Sesshomaru chose neither. Instead, he leaned towards her until his lips husked near her ear.
"If you have a place in mind, I suggest you tell me before I change my mind."
Was it the drink or desperate need to get rid of the thoughts muddling his brain? It could be either. Whether it was drink or distraction, Sesshomaru paid his tab in full, taking the bottle with him as Yura took his hand. They moved subtly out a side door. Yura called a cab, which they shared. The taxi took them to a hotel closer to the business centers of town. At least Sesshomaru was comforted by the fact that Yura wasn't taking him to some seedy motel to rob him blind after slipping something into his drink. Granted, it could still happen in a five-star hotel. The clerk behind the desk seemed to know Yura very well and didn't ask questions when she asked for a room at the last minute. Sesshomaru tried to stay out of sight and hid the cognac under his jacket. Yura finished her business at the front desk quickly. Once more, she led him by the hand. She took him to an elevator and didn't let go of him until they reached the desired floor.
Their room was at the end of a hallway on the fourth floor of the five-story hotel. Yura barely had time to slide the key card in and open the door when Sesshomaru snaked his free arm around her waist. His clawed hands ran over the silky fabric of her dress. He kissed the side of her neck and the back of her shoulders. Lips sealed against hers, Sesshomaru set the bottle of cognac on the nearest surface. Sesshomaru tossed his jacket next to it.
From then on, it was a race to see who get the other naked first. Shoes and clothes came flying off with mouths pressed into heated kisses. The room was littered with discarded clothing. When Sesshomaru threw Yura onto the bed, all that she had on was the black velvet choker. He buried his face in her chest, kissing and licking her skin. Yura's painted nails raked through his hair and pulled on it as she bucked her hips into his.
"More, more. Touch me more," Yura chanted.
Sesshomaru didn't speak. He ran his tongue over her skin and suckled her nipples until she cried out. Yura wriggled under his firm body. Sesshomaru left love bites all over her breasts before leaving her chest to travel down her stomach. He laid kisses down to the apex of her thighs. Propping Yura's legs onto his shoulders, Sesshomaru wriggled his tongue on her clit. Yura froze. A gasp escaped from her, a signal for him to continue. He smoothed his tongue over her slit. More and more of her slick coated her folds. Sesshomaru feasted on her cunt and rung out as many cries and sighs from Yura's mouth. One of his hands wrapped around his cock while the other massaged Yura's hip. Sesshomaru needed to get himself up. Yura's kisses and teasing weren't enough. He wasn't hard enough yet, and he needed it to be good, so he could fill that pit in his stomach up with something.
"Oh my god, yes! So, so good! Don't stop." Yura pulled on his hair like it was reins to a horse.
Sesshomaru jerked himself while still working his tongue in and out of Yura's cunt. Yura came on his tongue. Feeling her go and letting her juices fill his mouth helped Sesshomaru get it up. His cock was hard as steel when he drove it into Yura's still fluttering walls. Her petite hands grabbed the sheets because of the force of his first thrust.
"S-Sesshomaru!"
He growled at his name spilling from Yura's lips. It sounded wrong. Without giving her a warning, Sesshomaru flipped Yura on her stomach while he was still buried in her heat. She braced her forearms on the bed and clawed at the pillows. Sesshomaru grabbed her hips and pounded into her. His eyes fixed on the back of her head with black hair fluttering with each thrust of his hips. That way, he could pretend. With Yura's face buried into the mattress, he could make-believe.
Sesshomaru drove himself faster, rock into Yura's cunt with greater force, and touch her more. One hand remained glued to her hip as Sesshomaru caressed her back. He trailed his hand from her hip to her sides and cupped her breast. He was careful not to cut her with his claws as he tweaked her nipple once more into a rigid pebble. His thrusting did not slow down even as a single thought crossed his mind. Over and over, Sesshomaru pushed himself closer to the edge. Although he was bottoming out inside a different woman, a single name came to him while Yura cried out in pleasure.
Yura clamped around him. She screamed as another orgasm hit her. Sesshomaru had to imagine someone else's voice just so he could finish too. At the moment, he wasn't thinking about the consequences of coming inside of Yura's body. He didn't think about it until he pulled out and saw his cum seep out of her wet slit. Suddenly, he was disgusted with himself. The sensation was brand new to him, for how could Sesshomaru feel disgusted by any of his actions. He's killed before; he laid waste to demons and humans alike, so why did this of all things make Sesshomaru hate himself for the first time in five hundred years? He rushed off the bed and rummaged through the room for his clothes.
"Why don't you come back to bed?" Yura caught her breath. "Is that really all?"
Sesshomaru didn't say anything. He quickly got his clothes back on. Yura wrapped a blanket around her and tried to go after him. Sesshomaru was already out the door.