To cave in to love (Hekomu Horeru)

By: Reincarnation of Kagome

Chapter 4: Paradise (lemon)

Victory was sweet, but Kagome knew at once that the savoring must come later. Inuyasha's kiss was urgent, almost ferocious; brimming with needs she could not expect him to control. Didn't wish him too. Not when she had the power to ease his pain for this little while.

She allowed her body to melt into his. He rose up onto his knees, taking her with him, so that their bodies touched along nearly every point: breast to breast, hip to hip, and thigh to thigh. He was burning as if with fever. She felt the stiff fullness of him pressed to her belly and went hot and cold by turns.

Not fear. There was no room for fear. But this was the great Change, the one that followed the transformation of her heart and human body. This was the threshold from which she could not return to what she had been.

Inuyasha must not sense any hesitation or doubt. This was for him. Just for him. He'd have no cause to regret what they did together now, no matter how many other things in his past he regretted. This was their chance to make one perfect memory to last a lifetime.

Kagome was prepared to accept Inuyasha into her body even without the sweet persuasion of kisses and caresses. She almost wished him to pull her down and consummate the hunger they shared.

But he massaged the corner of her mouth with a whispered kiss, his tongue darting out to touch the rim of her lips. Its very delicacy was arousing. Opening her mouth, needing to feel some part of him inside her. He ignored the invitation and gently closed his teeth over her lower lip.

The sensation of his suckling was exquisite, tugging at nerves that reached deep into her belly. She closed her eyes and stopped resisting. When he had carefully explored every line and curve of her mouth, he bent his head to her shoulder and grazed his teeth across the sensitive skin at the juncture of her neck. There was no pain, only delight, but he soothed each nip with his tongue. His breath sizzled in her ear.

"Inuyasha," she sighed. "It is-"

He pressed his finger to her mouth and shook his head. She understood. There were to be no words, nothing of the human world to invade this oasis in the snow. Inuyasha lifted her against him and pulled her down again, warm skin on skin. Her breasts came to rest in the hollow of his shoulders. Effortlessly he positioned her, hands about her waist, until her nipples brushed his chin and then his mouth.

Kagome had learned, long ago, that women's breasts were made to feed and nurture infants. Now she discovered that they held secrets of pleasure only a man could unlock. Inuyasha suckled her, kneading her flesh between his hands. He drew tiny circles with his tongue and drew his fangs to the very tip before filling his mouth with her. Kagome let her head fall back, reveling in the body Inuyasha so adored.

This body, this woman's body so perfectly designed to fit his. And Inuyasha was determined to make himself acquainted with every part of it. Kagome was not sure she could stand the wait. He gave her no choice. His was a gentle tyranny of pleasure. When he had finished with one breast he moved to the other and gave it equal attention, drinking in her moans with quick kisses.

Then he slid her down, her thighs parted to either side of his hips. She did not quite dare to look between them. The sleek hardness of his erection pushed against her, the hot tip very near to the place that had become so wet and swollen. Already her body knew what it would feel like, how the delicious agony would be soothed only when he filled the hollow ache inside.

But his fingers found her instead, skimming between her legs until they found the hidden nub. His other arm supported her even when her legs could no longer hold her up.

A little more, just a little more, and she would find her way to paradise. But it was too soon. This time, when it happened, she wanted him with her in every way. Blindly she reached for any part of him that she could touch and found the warm, ridged plane of his belly.

He caught her wrist and pressed her hand to his chest. He bent her back, and her newly supple body arched to lift her hips over Inuyasha's thighs, her knees to either side of his, her hair spread across the cave floor.

She was utterly exposed. Helpless, yes, but not in the way she sometimes felt in battle. This was willing surrender, excitement, anticipation of inconceivable joys ahead.

It was not long in coming. Something slipped inside her, past the yielding gateway so open to Inuyasha's touch. She gasped in surprise.

He leaned over her and kissed her brow. "I am making you ready," he said. And she knew it was fingers that had found their way inside, preparing her, making her mad for a bolder penetration.

"You're so wet," he whispered, brushing her ear with his lips. "So eager to take me inside you."

The human words he had foresworn held an unbearable magic. Yes, she was wet, and ready, and eager with wanting him. But her mouth would not form the sounds to make him obey. She closed her eyes and endured with mingled pain and pleasure, and when the heat of his mouth replaced his fingers, she knew how naïve she truly was.

His tongue followed the same burning path as his hands had done, teasing and suckling her, lapping up her wetness, thrusting deep only to withdraw again. Her body climbed to the climax, leaving her mind still bound to the dull earth.

"No," she gasped. "Inuyasha, I want…both of us. Together."

The heat of his breath left her, and for a moment she was cold. Then his strong hands were parting her thighs, lifting her bottom, drawing her onto him. Poised, at last, to finish what he had begun.

"When I go inside you," he whispered, "there is no turning back."

She lifted her hand to cover his mouth as he had done hers, silencing him, feeling her wetness on his lips. Then he was inside her, as she had imagined, only a thousand times better. There was no pain, only the fullness of him stretching, filling, completing.

Inuyasha had known, the moment he had held Kagome naked in his arms, the moment he had tasted her that their joining would be unlike anything he had felt before. His had felt the desire for Kagome from almost the day they had met.

Kagome was his. He would be the first to possess her, to take the virginity she willingly conceded to him. She gave herself without reluctance or false modesty. The scent of wanting envelope the cave, and the intoxicating flavor of his desire still lingered on his tongue.

He knew that act of love was a gift of the moment. After it was over, the questions would still be there—the questions and the doubts and the fears. And he didn't care. For now there was only one reality, and both demon and man cried out to seize it for the first and last time. For a while he and Kagome would grasp salvation in both hands.

Yet when he entered her, holding himself back and desperate not to hurt her, he knew how pitiful had been his greatest expectations.

She was slick, hot, and tight around him, and as he moved deeper she pushed her fingers into the carpet of leaves under her back and moaned sweetly. The small barrier gave easily, and still he held back until she reached up and grasped his shoulders in urgent demand.

With a groan of relief, he thrust hard and true. It was like coming back to a home long last. She arched into him, lifting her hips, drawing him deeper still. He cupped her firm buttocks in his hands to hold her steady as he withdrew and thrust again more swiftly. Her gasps came in time to his movements, the very beat of life itself.

But she was too far away. He drew her up so that she straddled his lap and her nipples pressed into his ribs. Her eyes were closed, her skin flushed, her lips parted in an expression of bliss.

He wanted to see her eyes, watch them looking into his as he rocked her again and again.

"Look at me," he demanded. "Look at me, Kagome."

She did as he commanded. Her lashes fluttered open, revealing changeable eyes almost swallowed up by the black of her pupils. Her gaze held his as if they could join minds as well as bodies, and he remembered the time in Kaguya's mirror when he had felt her all the way to his soul.

She gave her soul to him now, holding his gaze as he carried her to completion. Her little gasps became a long sigh of wonder. He had a moment to savor his triumph, and then he was borne away to that same perfect place.

Kagome fell against him, panting, and he held her trembling body close. They were still as one in every way. But separation would come, as inevitable as sunrise, and all he would have was the memory of her silken heat and the rapture in her eyes.

Silence claimed the cave, but it was not the peaceful quiet of rest after vigorous loving. Inuyasha had no hope for such a reward, and he felt, in Kagome's stubborn grip on his body, that she had not found it either. The one thing he could give her had lasted but a few, mindless moments.

Yet when she finally withdrew, it was all he could do to keep from pulling her back and beginning again. His body should not be capable of wanting her, but it did. He did. He leaned his head back on the cool stone wall and closed his eyes.

Go, he wished her. For your sake, Kagome. Go.

He cursed when he felt her breath on his cheek, but even curses deserted him as her hands moved to cup him below. So slight a touch made him full and firm as if he hadn't just taken her.

"This is so new to me," she murmured. Her fingers traced up and down his length, lingering at the velvet tip. "You don't mind?"

He groaned. "Mind? Kagome-"

"What you did...was so wonderful. I want to do the same for you."

The same? He had never imagined she might touch him, explore him the way he had done with her. She was a sheltered lady, ignorant of the ways of the flesh until he had taught her. But her hands moved again, and he was compelled to admit that she had learned very quickly indeed.

But that was not the final surprise. Just as he had resigned himself to suffering the exquisite torture of her caresses, her hands left him, and her mouth continued the work they had begun. He held on to sanity with fraying resolve. She wanted to give, unselfishly as always, but he would not be in her debt. Not even in this.

With implacable gentleness he grasped her shoulders and pulled her up. Her eyes reflected puzzlement, even hurt. He kissed her mouth and lay back on the blanket of leaves, stretching her out across the length of his body. He eased her legs on either side of his hips to straddle him.

She looked down at him and understood. He gave her control, mastery over what they did together-together, sharing pleasure and fulfillment. Inuyasha became her willing prisoner, and she did not fail to accept his invitation.

Tiny movements of her thighs and hips teased and tormented him as she found just the right position. She eased down, down, taking him in, and then finished with a strong plunge. It was she who controlled the rhythm, who smiled with amazed satisfaction as he became helpless in her power. Her hair swept across his chest in time to her motions. Her small, even teeth nipped at his shoulders.

Neither of them could control the inevitable finish. Inuyasha was as inept as a boy with his first woman. And yet, by some marvel of the magic they made together, they found the heavens in flawless harmony.

Kagome lay with her head tucked beneath his chin, her heartbeat slowing with his. Inuyasha closed his eyes. If she remained here long enough, her flesh would become his flesh, her bones his bones, her very being an inseparable part of him. But he held her there until she slept and the sun's steep angle cast the cave into twilight.

Darkness let him conceal the thing he could admit in his heart but would never speak.

I love you, he whispered into the fragrance of her hair. I love you. But love is never enough.