Title: Unknown Desire

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Inuyasha.

A/N: I am SO VERY HAPPY. Only 4 chapters and so many reviews… I don't think I want Kagome and Sesshoumaru to have a baby. I found out that I have never really enjoyed stories that have pregnant females in them. I will probably just write all the lemony bits about the hot steamy sex of this fic. Oh ya! This is my first time writing a lemon so I would like readers to give some advice…My teacher in school totally killed my taste for long stories when she made us write a 2000 word composition on why we like school…Seriously! Who likes school anyway? Anyways, on with the story!

Some reviewer responses:

akahasha: yes Kagome just doesn't want to admit that she desires Sesshoumaru as she was forced into this marriage so she refuses Sesshoumaru to her bed.

Riath: hey! Hey! Relax… I will do my best to type faster but I really don't have the time. By the way… I don't take orders! cracks whip Got that?

Sesshoumaruis4me: as I said, the lemon ends but there will be others… just don't expect me to write the bits without the sex.

Huntress19: who knows what Sesshoumaru is like when he always wears such a cold face? I think that Kagome will probably be too caught up with the passion to resist but it all depends on what pops up into my big empty head…

Dark Mistress Of The Night: thank you so much for your advice! I didn't even realize that I wrote a lot of he/ she. I will do my best to improve.

Chapter 5: The Beginning of the Mating

Too late Kagome realized that Sesshoumaru had parted her thighs with his knee and that the bulk of his weight was between them. He kept lowering himself, soft kisses, gentle bite, the hot moist lave of his tongue taunting her ribs, tasting the drop of clean fresh water and light rose oil caught in her navel, following the slope of her hip.

Sesshoumaru wedged his chest deeply between her thighs, forcing them gently to give way fully. He felt their liquid quivering, and a writhing beginning, just beginning in her body, a sensuous rhythm that lay just beyond. He looked up at her face, pale and beautiful in the mantle of fine ebony hair splayed across the pillow and fur on the futon. Her eyes had closed, her lips trembled. He heard her whisper "NO," but there was barely breath behind the word.

Just as suddenly as Sesshoumaru had started this, he turned away after hearing her whisper. Kagome looked with despair. She reached out to him. She needed to feel him again. He caught her fingers as she touched the hard plane of his abdomen. She could tell that he was struggling with himself that he desired her but did not want to do the wrong thing. She leaned back on the pillows, detangling her fingers from his, her body arranged in a pose of age-old feminine invitation.

"Sesshoumaru," she said in a whisper, " this is what I want."

Sesshoumaru could not satisfy his senses fast enough with the offering before him. The sound o her beguiling voice, the velvet softness of her skin. The secret hollows of her body. He wanted to experience it all at once to submerge himself in pure Kagome and yet to take her slowly, savoring every moment they had together.

" You drive me mad, Kagome," he said with a rueful shake of his head.

The fragrance of her inflamed his senses. The rose oil and musky sweet arousal. He wanted to bury his head between her thighs and breathe her perfume into his lungs.

" Sesshoumaru?" she whispered, sexy hazel eyes mirroring his hunger and confusion.

He stared at her. She was so ready, so lush for the taking. He wanted to make love to her with a desire that made his body burn like a torch. He wanted all of her. He anted an intimacy that went beyond a sexual act.

"Why do you look at me like that, Sesshoumaru?" Kagome asked in an undertone.

Sesshoumaru drew in a breath, parting the soaked curls between her thighs with his thumb. She went perfectly still as he pressed up against the tender bud of her sex. She was already sensitive to his touch. Pleased at her response, he slipped his fingers into the swollen folds of her womanhood. Her eyes drifted shut with drugged enjoyment.

He bent his head to kiss her, tasted the pleased gasp she gave as his fingers quickened their movements. She was the sweetest thing he had ever touched. Tight. Creamy wet. He shuddered at the thought of being gloved inside her tight woman's body, of sinking into her heated depths. By the time he brought her to a climax, he was so desperate for relief that he was practically rubbinghimself against the bedding. She was made for passion.

Sesshoumaru tightened his fingers firmly around hers, feeling the tension in her hands, then kept his eyes upon her face as he delved into the embody curls with his tongue. Kagome gasped and shuddered wildly and a mew of protest escaped her. He held her hands more surely and continued, probing gently to find and fondle the tender, venerable folds of hr womanhood with the most gentle of weapons. Then he released her hands, sliding his own beneath her buttocks, and delved deeply, questing, seeking her feminine warmth. Kagome arched to his hold, shuddering in tiny spasms.

Kagome moaned out "Please!" and he looked back to her face, seeing that she tossed her head and moistened her dry lips with the delicate pink tip of her tongue. She writhed against him with the natural grace and rhythm of a dancer, undulating sensuously, her tempo increasing wildly as her body's new knowledge of desire and arousal swept away her fear and inhibitions. Sesshoumaru felt the drumbeats pound and wreck his fire swept body. The fingers he no longer held dug into the bedding, then into his shoulders. The world, the futon, the beauty before him, all became cast in a glow of red. Yet still he held himself back, taking her gently first with persuasive lips and tongue until her body replied to his sweet administrations with an ambrosia of moistness. Another climax began to overcome her.

" What are you waiting for?" she said without hesitation.

Kagome watched as he rose up onto his knees and pushed her pale legs apart, exposing the wet crevice of her womanhood. He drew a sharp breath. He was so hard that he feared he would come before he even entered her.

HE made a growl of pleasure deep in his throat as he positioned himself at her drenched entrance. Kagome felt like bliss, but she was tight inside. So tight that he feared he would tear her, so fierce was his need.

"I'll try my best not to hurt you," he said.

Haha! My first cliffhanger! I am really sorry for leaving it like that. But I am going for a camp in school so I will not have the time to type. I can't think of how to continue so please leave reviews for me. Thanks!

Haru No Hikari