Dirty, Sinful, Little Secret

Hello all. Sorry for that extremely short chapter. I am going to try and make up for it, so bare with me please. I want to thank those who reviewed my last chapter: VI RIDDLE, WASURENAIKARA, JEWEL QUEEN, SIMBAWISHES1, KAGOMOESIUM, LONE GHOST, ROCK, AND JADESTONETHEYOUNGER. Your reviews really make me want to update faster than normal, so keep them coming. Thank you to all and Enjoy! BloodyHues.

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Chapter Three

Naughty You

A large hand slips over her naked stomach, slowly. She didn't know whether to fear it, or to welcome it. Sighing, she keeps her eyes averted from his, which were presently focused intently on her face.

Sesshomaru blinks, gold flashing away and returning in a blur, that beast still shining in his eyes. He couldn't understand why she was avoiding his gaze. It didn't make any sense. He could feel her emotions changing and swirling about madly in her confusion. It was like a prick to his anger, fueling him.

Growling, that once gentle hand turns rough, claws biting into her soft skin and making her eyes widen with a sharp gasp. She had not been expecting this move either, it would seem. Kagome still refused to look at him… even when she felt blood well up from her fresh wounds and trail down the left side of her waist.

This further frustrated Sesshomaru. Every time before this she had gazed upon him as if he were a god. He had learned to expect that hungry look from her eyes… the one that almost longed for the power that he held in the palm of his hands. It drew her to him each and every time they met here… by that rotting wooden well.

One could understand why that feral growl slipped his throat, and Kagome clearly read his anger. She still did not respond for new fear that he would strike out against her. He had not purposely done any harm to her past a few bruises here and there and the occasional scratch of claws…

But he was intentionally drawing blood now.

This frightened the little miko, and her powers threatened to flare. But, no matter how much fear she had, her intrigued nature won out and she wished to stay. The danger clung to her soul and made the butterflies in her stomach rise and beat against the confines of their cage. Her skin crawled at the thought of him ravishing her in anger and she begun to realize that her infatuation with the Western Lord might lead to her inevitable doom.

And still she loved every single moment of it.

Her precious Lord. Her divine Angel. Her deadly demon. Her Sesshomaru.

Still, his sudden intimacy had been unexpected and not wholly welcome. She had considered their fling as… well as just that. A fling to quench their undying and indescribable lust for one another. Never in a million years had the thought crossed her mind that it might have evolved into more.

It was terrifyingly beautiful.

She felt almost numbly as her skirt was yanked away as well and she absently wondered how it was that she was going to explain to everyone why her clothes were torn to shreds. Sighing, she closes her eyes to block out anything that Sesshomaru might make her look at. She couldn't figure out why this sudden intense feeling emanating off of Sesshomaru made her so uncomfortable.

Then it hit her as she felt his naked chest press against her own.

She was so uncomfortable because she had masked her own growing feelings for him even from herself. She had convinced herself that the game that they were playing was one filled of lust and desire… never had she pictured them moving past that. Another frustrated growl came from Sesshomaru's throat… this time accompanied by something else that she had never dreamed of. She almost thought it was her imagination.

It was almost a longing whimper… one that you would hear from a begging puppy that wanted attention.

This alone made her eyes open and meet his slowly. She could see that his eyes were calmer now, though the beast was still released. She couldn't understand it. Sesshomaru lifted a bloodied claw and studied it as if concerned, then looked down for a moment to see where his claws had dug into her and made her bleed.

Astonishingly, the smell was not a comfort to him at this moment.

His eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he peered back up into her beautiful dark eyes that held so many emotions. Her scent of arousal still hung in the air, but a new feeling he couldn't decipher was being shared between them as they acknowledged each other in a new light. Neither could figure out what it was…or at least, Sesshomaru couldn't figure it out. It was unnerving.

In a swift movement, one of Kagome's hands slipped to his face to cup his cheek gently. The warmness of her hand made him burn inside, a fire kindling deep within his bowels and reminding him that she was naked beneath him, and he was only halfway so as well. He quickly sat up, shedding the rest of his white and red kimono and tossing it restlessly to the side. He looked down upon the beauty under him, her black hair splayed like a halo about her head, clashing with the greenery that grew where she lay.

The moon dared to flicker from behind its cloudy shelter.

Silently, for no words were needed, he lowered his chest once more to hers, where their lips would hover so near that they felt like feathers teasing each other in a selfless dance of passion. Sesshomaru felt as Kagome's heart skipped a beat in her excitement and they couldn't answer if anyone was to ask who it was that closed the small gap between them. Lips locked in a throw of passion, sweetness clinged to them both.

What of the world surrounding them?

Nothing seemed to matter at this time. They could only think of each other. Eventually, they felt as if they were molding together… becoming one in their movements. Whenever Kagome would shift, Sesshomaru would know where she was going. Whenever either of them became uncomfortable, it was known instantly and whatever was causing the pain was removed or reduced. Then Kagome was whimpering as well in her need.

The way that Sesshomaru touched her, though possessive, was enough to set her on fire. Enough to make her want him even more. And her feel was a blessing to Sesshomaru. He didn't know what was causing this reaction in him, but he wasn't at all dissatisfied. He felt almost comforted by the feelings radiating from the little miko that rested so willingly with him.

He was surprised as well when her small hips bucked up softly against his, that little half moan half whimper reminding him much of how the female Inu's reacted when they were in heat, or just in the mood. This made him grin almost wolfishly and he immediately replied to her asking of more.

It was so much different this time.

Yes, he had indeed taken her innocence not too long ago with one of their meetings, but it had been rushed and unplanned. It didn't matter. He had wanted more of her, and in response he found that she longed for it just as much. They had both given into their body's desire, and he had taken her roughly. He could still remember her screams of utter joy. He knew that it hurt her, but for some reason, she seemed to only love it, and that had pushed him upon her every single time after that. It had all been rough, though, almost considered rape if it had not been consensual.

But this time it was so different.

Their eyes never left each other as Sesshomaru allowed his hard shaft slip into Kagome's silken cavern. It was hotter than he remembered in the past, and tighter it seemed as well. He slowly dipped in further, her wetness making it easy for him to stuff his full length into her. Before it had been a mild struggle. Perhaps her body was just getting used to him? Highly doubtful.
Her walls closed about him when he finally pushed his way all the way into her. He had to pause to relish in this new feeling. He had been so eager to just ravish her before…. But now that he was actually feeling her, he wanted to remember it forever. Just in case… He had to pause at that.

Just in case of what?

The thought echoed in his mind. He didn't know that answer. A small whoosh of air against his cheek and he would come back to consciousness, noticing finally that she had been holding her breath to suppress a moan. It was a pleasurable moan… unlike the lust filled ones he had come to recognize.

Kagome bites down on her lower lip, mesmerized by the man who had seemed to easily steal away everything innocent and pure about her. But was she really no longer pure? The Shikon no Tama seemed to think she was still worthy and pure, so she couldn't be doing too much wrong, could she?

It was almost searing her, the heat that they made. As he began to pull himself out slowly, she knew that they had just crossed over into a whole new playing field. This was no longer a childish game or a way to relieve lust.

He pushed himself in again as soon as the head of his manhood was about to slip away from her warm confines, adding a little more thrust to this one. She was able to let out another small whimper of need as he picks up his pace, but their eyes never lost that connection. Somehow it seemed important that their gaze stayed locked.

He caught her lips with his own again, the taste of honey gracing his taste buds when his tongue found its way to tango with hers. This was another thing he had never realized… how sweet she was. How utterly sweet. Indeed, he had missed out on many things in the months passed.

Kagome arches her back so that it comes off of the ground, her stomach firmly pressing against his as he continues to drive into her. She deepens the kiss, but still their eyes stay open. The trance they were in was near unbreakable, and they both found that they liked that thought very much.

Skilled hands smoothed away bangs that had fallen momentarily in front of Kagome's eyes as they break their kiss. That steady pace was kept going, and Kagome could barely breath. The moment was more than she could have ever hoped for and for a second she could imagine that she was once more a virgin, de-budding her flower the way that most thought it was proper… in the arms of someone that she could honestly say she cared for.

But…was it really that she cared for him? Or was it something more?

Moaning became louder from her pink lips, urging Sesshomaru to lean closer and delve deeper still. He would not quicken the pace, but he would make the thrusts deeper…if he could. More meaningful for sure. And that was when he noticed it. What was making Kagome look upon him now in wonder and fascination.

He was panting.

The great Lord of the Western Lands… panting over the body of a human miko! The thought at first seemed repulsive, but as he looked at her wide beautiful eyes he could not be repulsed by her. She was too perfect for words, though he would never admit it aloud. This all felt too right to him though… the way their body's melted together as one. The way that their kisses burned and lasted even when their lips were no longer touching.

The way their looks could say more than words could.

Kagome had snaked her arms around Sesshomaru's neck and had entwined his hair in her hands, pulling only slightly as he drove inside of her. She could feel herself building up… faster than she had ever been able to build up previously. She mused that what she was feeling could possibly be lo-…no…This cannot be love…can it? Kami help both of our souls if so… She increased her grasp in his hair and mumbled out softly of her rising pressure.

She didn't have to tell him, because he could smell it. He himself had begun to rise to meet her. It was like nothing he had ever felt. He had never heard of two rising to their climaxes together, and yet here they were, in their awkward moment of… what was this that they were sharing?

Before the answer could come to mind, he could feel her tighten again around him as he thrust forward. With one more draw back and inward drive, the convulsion that met his was unexplainable. Her body shivered throughout beneath him, and he suddenly felt as if all his energy was drained as he spilled his seed within her, her own fluids gracing his manhood with its presence.

They didn't dare move.

Instead they gazed into each others eyes still, taking in shaggy breaths and barely able to allow air to tumble back out from parted lips. They even breathed together. Sesshomaru had to bite back the beast when Kagome's head tilted up and to the side, exposing the right side of her neck.

This was obviously a sign of submission… one of the mark.

She didn't know what it was that she was offering… and he couldn't bring himself to tell her. Instead, when those wide dark eyes turned to peer at him innocently, he decided what he wanted to do. A decision that could be his demise.

In a smooth cant of his hand his lips met the flesh between her collarbone and shoulder, where his fangs sank in deeply. The rich taste of miko's blood sprang into his mouth, his tongue prickling at the delicious tint in it. It was so much better than regular blood… but most of that had been consumed in his insatiable hunger.

He drew back, eyeing the mark he had left upon her pale skin. It was a dark red, and would stay that way for a while to come.

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I hope this makes up for the short chapters I have been dishing out to ya'll. I hope you will take this one and forgive me for the others. I had been having a serious writers block, and suddenly this chapter just seemed to flow from me like crazy. I think it was the Mozart I was listening to. Lol. Anyways, please tell me what you think in a review, it really helps.