Tongues tangled and nails dragged, leaving Sesshoumaru to wonder which of them was more affected.
The words of his father echoed in his mind, and he would've growled had Kagome's hands not slid inside his haori.
He would admit to anything and everything to keep her this close.
The tips of his armour pressed into her delicate flesh, and he willed himself to remove it, but his limbs wouldn't listen, too busy holding their bodies together.
Plus, Kagome had yet to complain.
"You told me not to push my luck," he murmured, trailing kisses along her jaw.
"You're not. I am."
