She clung to him as he continued to tease her flesh, fingers gripping at the reiki-created holes in his clothing.
The spoils of war had never tasted so sweet.
Sesshoumaru knew she'd try to apologize for it later, citing that she'd overreacted and let her emotions get the better of her, but he wouldn't allow it.
He deserved every burn she'd given him.
Her name escaped his lips in a heated whisper, his youki caressing her everywhere his hands missed, and as the winds shifted, he idly wondered how much longer he would be permitted to drown in her embrace before the rest of her pack came looking for them.
