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Chapter 3: The Softening of the Rose
She could no longer think. Something terrible had happened with his touch. She had started to tremble, and then she had seemed to lose control of her limbs completely. A lassitude had stolen over her, yet it felt as if a great energy were about to be released. Hot liquid seemed to rush through her like the continual tide of the sea.
Blackness had seemed to overwhelm her, and then stars, and then light, and then the blackness again. Something began, imperceptible at first, but rising undeniably like a firestorm. It began from deep within her, swelling with an ache that was both sweet and debilitating, multiplying with each sure gaze of his hand, centralizing like a shattering brand as he sudsed with gentle but unrestrainable fingers between her thighs.
Now she felt weighted down by clouds. She was free as he stared at her, but all she could do was stare back. She had no strength within her, only the strange sweet fire that was both agony and trembling deliciousness.
She felt as if she were drugged. He moved away from her, but she hadn't the wits or energy to attempt an escape. Her eyes followed his body as he moved to the trunk at the door and then returned to her, carrying an oil vial.
Only when he straddled her, keeping his weight on his haunches, did she think of flight, and then it was too late.
He pinned her to the bed with his eyes as well as his muscular legs, the golden fire that blazed both arrogantly and strangely tender, reading and countering the trembling emotion within hers.
" I would not think, my mate, that a bath will be complete without a massage," he murmured huskily. He poured a small amount of the lotion into his palms and set the vial on the floor, continuing softly, "An essence of flowers…Perhaps my thorn can be gentled to a rose…"
Kagome felt she had lost all power of speech. She managed to lift her hands against him, which he captured easily, and then he began to massage her fingers first, bearing the slightest pressure on the muscles, then moving on to the palms.
She had to speak, had to stop him. "Sesshoumaru…leave me be. I-I…" she tried to rise. She met his eyes, and the firms touch of his hands on her shoulders.
"Lie still," he commanded.
His eyes. She couldn't fight him when they were like that. She felt herself pressed firmly back to the bed. "No…" she murmured, only to be interrupted mockingly.
" Damn you! Surely I am allowed to have the pleasure of serving my mate?"
"You do not serve me," she protested, shivering. But he ignored her, and the languor began to steal over her again. She wanted to press against him but she hadn't the strength. She closed her eyes to think, but all she could do was feel. He placed her hands at her sides and his fingers moved soothingly over her collarbone, light and firm, easing her to further lassitude, robbing her of coherency.
She almost cried out as his hands moved over her breasts, caressing them with the light, scented oil, stroking them firmly, gently, circling their weight as his thumbs grazed the nipples over and over again, only to leave them aching and bereft as his massage moved over to her ribcage, slowly, deliberately. He touched her hips, and the fire within her centered, low in her belly, as each sweep of his subtle and knowing hands created new laps of flame.
Kagome kept her eyes tightly closed, hoping to fight the hypnotism, the spell of fire and need that was encompassing her like the sure waves of an ocean in the storm.
He shifted slightly and rolled her over. She felt his touch upon her shoulder and down her spine, and with each caress of his finger, she floundered further in the sea of sensation. He touché the dimples low on her back with fascination, smoothing the slim mist of rose oil over her buttocks, her upper thighs, her calves, and her feet, working the tension lightly from even her toes.
Notes: I'm afraid Sesshoumaru seems more OOC in this chapter. Can you imagine if the great Taiyoukai Lord Sesshoumaru massaging you with rose oil? Touching you in so many places? I would die if he did that to me…… (Ya, ya… I'm a perverted hentai…)
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