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Sesshomaru's fingers untangled from Kagome's hair then splayed at the base of her skull at an angle so that he could kiss her better. She in turn clung to him like a life-line in desperation as her whole world spun and the screeching fall rose up to meet her. Her strength she could not rely on now, it was all but gone with the harsh passing of the times and the death of Inuyasha. So she gritted her teeth through the pain instead, knowing that she was vulnerable and her confidence had fled in the storm.
She whimpered softly as his mouth met her neck and suckled, and as the feeling intensified she closed her eyes tight shutting out the world and the voices in her head telling her to fight. Next he reached for her arm; she did not object as he laced one set of fingers firmly through hers and raised it high above her head against the cave wall, while gently pressing his hips against her warm flesh as he brought her closer. She was soft yet firm, yielding and wanting. His lips wandered down her neck, tasting and teasing the pulse points there to race under his touch.
There was no doubt in his mind that he could take her right here and now if he so desired it and she would be powerless to stop him. Yet she wasn't a demoness or even his usual type of woman, and he couldn't treat her as such because she had been his brother's wife.
He realized in the heat of passion that the more he kept telling himself that she wasn't his type; the more he wanted her. The more he wanted her, the more lust dragged his mind and body into endless desire, and it didn't help that the warm energies flowing just under the surface of her skin stimulated the dull ache into a painful throb.
The woman had woven an undeniable spell of passion without meaning or trying to, reheating the blood into his body, hot like a furnace he was less than inclined to resist it or her. She was defiant, free spirited, had a lovely body and since he had tasted her life's blood, her flavor had left him wanting.
His passion for the priestess was like a heat wave rolling through him and it astounded him greatly, because they were only together for a day. Was this thing, this insanity that enveloped his conscious thoughts and actions like a ball of fire because of Inuyasha? Could grief make him act and feel this way? Make him want to throw caution to the wind and thus dishonoring himself, his dead brother and the priestess, he wondered through the haze of lust that peaked and his eyes fluttered closed on the thought.
A harsh graze to her throat and the erotic cries afterwards stilled his troubled mind, shunning his principles into silence because he cared not for them at the moment. She winced from the sting but continued to angle her head back even after he had released her from his grasp, and now he ran his palms over her large rounded breasts.
It was brief but she had felt hesitation within him just now and had exhaled thinking that he would withdraw from her completely. But then he surprised her by swinging her up into his arms and began to walk towards the bed. She rested her weary head against his shoulder and thought that she should stop him now. Stop him before everything got out of control, because although her body burned with a need that paralleled what she had felt when she was with her husband, she also knew that this was wrong. Regardless of that fact she was needy and helpless with grief over Inuyasha's death to stop something that she would most certainly come to regret later on when clarity returned from happening.
There was urgency in him, pushing him, making him forget all logical reasoning. He deposited her on the bed quickly and settled himself between her thighs before he covered her lips with his own. He wasn't about to give her time to think about anything but him, and least of all time to consider stopping him. Inuyasha was dead and inconsequential now.
His sharp tongue speared through her mouth and she moaned in pleasure. He raised his head to catch a breath or to gaze at her she did not know. For in that moment, darkened golden eyes filled with passion held her captive as she stared at her own reflection in them. Slowly she closed her eyes and turned away from the filtering stare, too afraid of what he might see. Afraid that he would see how much she really needed him, and the embarrassment of knowing that the he was aware of how exposed she was in allowing him to use her when she should be grieving for her husband.
When next he kissed her lips all the gentleness was gone, only raw desire stirred in him, and this time it was him who moaned. His kiss deepened even further with yearning and she wondered if he had sensed the reluctance in her and was ensuring that she did not voice her concerns to him. Regardless, she was human with emotional tendencies and she could not let her brother in law exploit her in such a way in spite of her willingness to hold onto something real and familiar; they'd shared a similar history and friends.
She had a feeling that Sesshomaru had begun to feel the strain of the situation himself. She could tell by the way he had started to move just a little slower; also, the lingering licks to her throat felt dry and passionless now. The sensual fog lifted briefly from her mind and body and she wanted to say something in objection, but soon he was kissing her senseless again. She felt drugged by his scent, with every brush of his tongue, with every sensual stroke of his fingers upon her skin rendered her incapable of pushing him away. She fitted closer to his form instead and moaned out her pleasure, forgetting again all the cares she had but a moment ago.
There was urgency in his hands as he touched her, he moved even closer to her body leaving nothing between them. It was as if he wanted to get inside her skin when her sensual aroma exploded inside the dank room. Kagome pants became louder and then she sighed as her wavering emotions returned. Was he as conflicted as she was? She wondered. How else could she explain the flickering passion, burning bright one moment and then dimming like fire in an unsteady breeze next?
His arms circled her body now and expert fingers began to caress her back slowly, tentatively; they tread lower until they settled on the swell of her bottom. He still could not tell what took control over him other than the physical for him to want his brother's widow. His chest felt heavy and his heart thundered, she moved under him and suddenly the pieces of the puzzle had started to fit.
At the moment her humanity was not in question and did not matter to him. All he knew and felt was urgency and the desire to draw closer to her; it felt good being so intimately close to someone else, but still he wondered what it could all mean. Perhaps he was just being a male and in the time of sexual urges he would bury that need in any available female...Or?
Was it the feel of the forbidden that he craved? After all, she represented the unthinkable in his world. She was family and a priestess. He could tell that she did not want this though she wasn't unresponsive to his touches. But on an emotional level the woman still grieved for his brother among other things. He had rejected her, breaking the only foothold that she had left tying the past to the present, and to keep order in her life and confusion out she would subject herself to him, lie beneath him and take him.
He felt the rigidness of her form under him when he crushed his hips against hers and she met his hardness. She gasped; he smirked against the roundness of her bosom. He had always given his females a way out, plenty of time to change their minds which was their prerogative, their right, but not this time. The woman made him wild with her naive innocence and boldness when she'd attacked him earlier, not only now but many years ago when he'd hunted Inuyasha for their father's sword. She was loud mouthed and opinionated, and although subdued somewhat now because she grieved, he wasn't as foolish to think that she would remain so for long.
He rolled her onto her stomach and lifted the yukata up to her shoulders quickly; she gasped in surprise at the suddenness of his movements and began to struggle as reality hit her full force.
"Stop, Please! I don't want to do this!" she begged.
Sesshomaru chuckled against the side of her mouth and whispered. "I will not stop, you had more than enough time to say no and yet you did not, don't play childish games with me."
Frantic now she shook her head from side to side in protest as he weighed her down into the bedding with unyielding strength. There was no way she could go through with this; she couldn't dishonor the memory of her husband so soon with one careless act. She had to stop him somehow.
"Stop this Sesshomaru," she yelled, fearful now that she felt his manhood searching for entry betwixt her legs. "I wouldn't think that you could be someone who would take a woman against her will…Or maybe I am wrong and you are no better than a common rapist."
She was breathless as he held her down and for one dreadful moment she feared that he would actually penetrate her without real consent. She felt his hammering heart at her back, his ample erection at her entrance and couldn't breathe.
Tension held his body ransom just to hear those shameful words, and with a hiss of frustration he lifted his heavy form off hers, and then quickly removed himself from the bed altogether. He was stunned in more ways than one and needed time to think. He couldn't believe what he was just about to do with the priestess, something he had sworn never to do again with a human female. He had done so in the past, but they were nameless faces that had fulfilled a need and nothing more.
Not one female had ever held his interest after the act was over be it demon or human. Many had tried to cling to him, but he had always been dismissive and had never found release in the same woman more than once. Now there was a brand new hindrance hanging over his head, while he had kissed and had caressed the priestess he had felt her power; it was warm as it moved beneath her skin. The danger of knowing that she could grievously harm him if he was a weaker being made for the most tantalizing of dangers. And most importantly he had agreed to take care of her, the dying wish he'd granted his brother.
When she could breathe properly again Kagome sat up in bed and gazed at Sesshomaru who stood directly in front. She knew that she shouldn't continue to make the silence go on between them. It was like a growing wall, surrounding her and fencing him out. She racked her brain for something to say but nothing came to mind, and it didn't help that Sesshomaru's visage was frozen like a glacier.
Her lips became the subject of the unease in the room and she nibbled on them. She was as nervous as a rabbit and the flood of emotions suddenly coursing through her mind brought back vivid memories of her time with Inuyasha and she was heartbroken.
He gazed at her and wondered what she thought, but he did not have to wonder for long as the woman's eyes filled up with tears before she fell back into the bed. It was easy to see that she thought of his dead brother. He frowned upon the scene in front of him, he needed time to clear his mind, make a plan, figure out what was going on inside his head. He only knew that in a day his brother's wife had turned his carefully controlled, stable and solitary life upside down and he did not like it.
He turned away from her and muttered as he left."I will be gone for awhile, stay here."
It took a second for her to realize that he had said something and another to see him leaving the cave. She had wanted to tell him to come back safely, but instead she nodded her head. However the gesture was baseless as he was already gone. She shook her head, she was not surprised that he wanted to be alone, just moments before they had waded into dangerous waters. She blew out a relieved breath, because if she had slept with him earlier it would've meant constant heartache and regret later on.
After some time Kagome stood up and paced the room trying to put her troubled mind at ease. She hoped Sesshomaru would return soon for she knew he was bothered by what had nearly occurred. They needed to talk about it, not facing the issues would not help any of them. But she was mindful of how sensitive the topic was and had to proceed cautiously. Inuyasha was his brother and she knew deep down that he had cared for him in his own way. Reality was a rude wake up call, like a splash of cold water onto the face both she and Sesshomaru were fully awake now that the rain had stopped.