I don't own these characters.
A/N: This is where the rating goes up.
6: Sinner Angel
Sesshomaru decided to follow Kikyo into her apartment and take her up on the offer of tea. He doubted there was some hidden meaning beyond the offer. Kikyo was not that type of woman and he knew that. He still would like to be in her company for a while longer, even if it meant suffering through pictures of her with her husband or her husband's horrible scent coating the apartment or something like that. Kikyo trumped everything.
"What kind of tea would you like?" Kikyo inquired, hanging her keys up on a hook by the door.
Sesshomaru did not answer right away. A peculiar odor permeating through the apartment distracted him. It was a familiar odor at that. It smelled like a certain half-breed he wanted to tear to pieces. The scent invaded him.
"Sesshomaru," Kikyo said.
"I'll take whatever you're having," the dog demon replied, trying to subtly breathe through his mouth. He drank tea on occasion, but did not have a particular favorite one he needed to have all of the time.
"All right. Make yourself at home while I get things ready," she told him.
The golden-eyed male nodded and looked around the apartment while Kikyo went into the kitchen to fix their tea. That horrid aroma continued to trespass through his body and he hated to think what it might mean. He looked around the place for evidence of what her husband looked like, but there were no pictures on the wall to speak of. There was only junk around the house as far as he was concerned and he doubted Kikyo would think to buy the stuff, so he concluded her husband lacked taste, which only backed up what his nose told him.
"Kikyo," Sesshomaru said.
"Yes?" Kikyo replied.
The nobleman turned to give her his complete attention and noticed she had her back to him. She was leaning over the counter, preparing their tea. He let out a slow breath as inappropriate thoughts marched through his head when his golden gaze fell upon her form, hips and other parts beckoning him like a guiding light. He took a step closer to her and the thoughts were not getting any better as he had a look of the kitchen.
His brain considered how much he would enjoy it if he took Kikyo at that very moment on the very counter she was working on in the very position she was in. She would love it, too. He would make sure of that. He would worship her against the counter. And then he dared to think of having her against the refrigerator and then maybe he could put her on top of the counter. Stop such thinking! Kikyo is not some whore to have my way with.
Kikyo was a respectable married woman. Surely, she would not consider any adulterous acts, even with him, Sesshomaru told his mind. And then he mentally scoffed. If he really wanted Kikyo, he was certain he could have her just like any other woman, but why would he want a human? Maybe it was because he did not view her as a human, but as an angel. He was just trying to make up excuses to avoid doing what he knew he wanted to do, his brain accused him. Perhaps I should leave. He needed to get out of the apartment before he did something he would regret.
"Sesshomaru?" Kikyo said because he said her name, but he never elaborated on what he wanted.
Sesshomaru blinked and turned his attention to her. "It's nothing. Where is your husband?" He did not care. He needed something to take his mind off of bending Kikyo over.
"He went on some trip," she replied with a dismissive wave of her hand, which let him know that she did not want to speak about him and that was fine by her guest. "Sesshomaru, how do you take you tea?"
"I'll have mine the way you have yours," he answered.
"All right."
Sesshomaru turned his attention back to the things around the apartment. "What are all of these things around this your place?" It looked like junk, which he did not expect of her. Where was the fine art or historical artifacts?
"My husband has a bad habit of collecting little bits and baubles that happen to catch his eye. It seems things don't have to match when it comes to his idea of how a place should look. It might also be his way of warding off visitors."
Sesshomaru nodded, even though she had her back to him and she could not see what he was doing. She was married to inferior being, he concluded. He wondered what would make her bind herself to someone lowly.
"Kikyo, why did you get married?" he inquired in his usual tone. He did not care if his question would be considered prying. He wanted answers.
"I thought the outside that was presented to me was the truth," she answered with a bit of a sigh underneath her usual voice. She was not so proud that she could not admit she had been fooled. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about it for now, as she would honor her vows.
"And it wasn't?" he asked while seeming to glide over to her. He moved behind her and by her side. She glanced up at him and he had to fight down a smile. He enjoyed seeing his visage in her deep chocolate eyes.
"I was blind," she replied and then turned her attention back to what she was doing.
"Are you still blind?" he inquired, leaning down to her level. He was practically nuzzled in her neck because of where he stood. Her scent flooded him, surrounded him, and he was glad to drown in her.
"I don't always believe what is presented is the truth now," she answered while moving away from him. She let loose a low breath when there was space between them.
The dog demon did not react to her retreat and did not give any indication that he heard her let out a sigh. He merely stood back up to his proper height and watched her. It seemed she was a jaded woman, which he had no problem with. She could be that way with her husband, but he was going to work beyond that. He was, after all, Sesshomaru. He was perfection, outside and inside.
"Understandable," Sesshomaru commented about her disbelief, eyes never leaving her.
Kikyo did not reply and the demon exited the kitchen to look around again and give her a moment to keep herself together. He frowned as he took in the stench mixed in with her heavenly scent. Could it be that she really shared her home with that bastard half-demon? It disgusted him. How had that filthy half-breed convinced such a brilliant creature to take his unholy hand in marriage? Was he really that manipulative? Well, considering how some of the people around the office took to the hanyou, yes, he was that manipulative. But, those people were idiots. This was Kikyo. He could not believe that bastard fooled Kikyo.
Kikyo leaned against the wall in the kitchen while Sesshomaru walked around. She sighed and shook her head. What did she think she was doing? Calm down. You're merely having a friend over for tea. She nearly scoffed out loud from that response.
It was not like she had one of her sisters over. She had a man in her home at night after going on what most would consider it to be a date. Was she doing something foolish? It seemed that way, especially the way her body practically melted when all he did was stand next to her. Anyone would tell her this was something a fool would do. When she plotted out the night so far in her mind, even though she was nervous, she did not currently feel the fool.
Of course, she had not felt the fool when she first fell for Naraku's schemes either. But, Sesshomaru was not Naraku. Their personalities seemed to be complete opposites. Naraku was all about proving himself, trying to make up for feelings of inadequacy, and trying to show he was superior. Sesshomaru did not have to do any of that, feeling like he was above all by simply existing. He was very comfortable and confident with himself by being himself. Sesshomaru did not have to put on airs, did not have to prove anything, did not need to con anyone. Even so, what could become of the night? What could become of them? Nothing. She was tied to a deceitful hanyou at the moment and even though she disliked him for the most part, she had made vows to him, which she intended to keep to remain an honorable person.
Kikyo fixed the tea and cut two slices of cake. She had gone shopping earlier with the idea of buying some junk food to celebrate she was Naraku-free for the weekend. She had planned to take the sweets to her sisters' apartment, but then Sesshomaru called and put that off for a day.
"Sesshomaru," Kikyo called to let him know things were ready.
"This is an interesting place you have here. You got no say in anything about it, hmm?" Sesshomaru commented as he walked over to the small dining room table to join her.
"Not that I wanted one," she replied. She had little desire to be in the apartment most of the time. It was not her home. It was a place she slept while Naraku tried to figure out how to make it her prison.
"Why not? Wouldn't you want something here that proclaims it your home, too?" he asked as he took a seat.
"This is not my home," she answered.
Sesshomaru nodded, but she doubted he understood it very well. He sipped his tea and she did the same. He did not touch the piece of cake, but enjoyed watching her eat her piece. She noticed him watching her, but she did not say anything about it.
"You can have mine, too, if you like," Sesshomaru offered her while pushing his dessert toward her.
"That's all right. You don't like cake?" she asked. While she had a bit of a sweet tooth, she could not eat two whole pieces of cake back to back. She would save it for later. A piece for her to have after she left the rest of the cake with Midoriko and Kaede.
"I'm not very into sweets," he replied.
"No?" She was not really asking a question because she noticed through most of their lunches together he never had a dessert with it. He also did not have sweet drinks, preferring something tart.
"From what I can tell, you eat enough for the both of us," he remarked. Even though his face did not change, there was a light in his eyes that always told her he smiled on the inside.
"I think I shall try to change your mind for as long as we know each other," she commented. Life was better with cake. Sesshomaru would probably be happier with a slice or two every now and then. If not cake, pie, ice cream, donuts, or something.
Sesshomaru only half-smirked in response to that statement. He could learn to like sweet things. He already liked her, after all. If she was his, he would never leave her alone in their dreary home. Their home would not be dreary either. It would not be a hodgepodge of curios with no rhyme or reason to it. He would take her everywhere just to be in her radiant presence. He bet if he always had her by his side, he would be able to tolerate the world much easier.
He continued to watch her and seemed to make a decision in a split second. He stood up and went over to her. She was hardly a foot away with the small dining room table and he seemed to be on her within the blink of an eye. He leaned down and captured her mouth with his own. He gently kissed her and she returned the embrace. It was like the planets aligned for both of them in that moment. She did not think to protest until he pulled away just a bit.
"Sesshomaru, we cannot do this," Kikyo stated, even though her entire body buzzed for him. She had never felt this way before. She was ready to come out of her skin for him.
"And why is that we cannot?" he inquired.
"I am… married," she forced the word out through clenched teeth. She would love nothing more than to be able to be with him, but she was married. She had a husband and she had made vows to him. She would be faithful to those vows. Her word was her most valuable possession. How would anyone look at her, listen to her, believe her if she could not keep her word?
"He does not deserve you," Sesshomaru stated in a firm tone, no room for argument, as if that erased everything that existed.
"He is the one I have," she replied. She wished things were different. Feeling Sesshomaru's lips to her own were a brief glimpse of heaven, but it was not for her.
"No, he is not. I am the one who has you," the dog demon said. Kikyo was his. He was not sure when it happened, but it was cemented, signed, sealed, branded when their lips touched. He could feel it in his bones that she was meant for him.
She shook her head. "Sesshomaru, I cannot do this. I have a husband and I have made a promise." She needed him to understand how much that meant to her.
"Did he not also make a promise? Is he not supposed to honor, cherish, and protect you? Has he done any of that?" Sesshomaru inquired.
"Just because he cannot keep his word does not mean I do not have to keep mine," Kikyo argued. She stood up and put some distance between her and the nobleman.
Sesshomaru would later find the exchange endearing, but at the moment he was frustrated she would stay true to the bastard she was married to, all the while agreeing he was a bastard, knowing he was unworthy. She rejected him, perfection, to remain with some grimy half-breed bastard who he was certain was the same annoyance he had to put up with during the work week. There was no reason for her to do so, except she was so noble, like the angel he believed her to be.
He looked at the distance she placed between them and calculated how long it would take for him to close it. He would be on her before she even realized he moved, he concluded, but he did not move. He wanted to rationalize things to make sure she was comfortable with everything that happened and for her to understand why it was all right for her to give in. If she felt a fraction of what he felt in that brief kiss, she knew they were meant to be.
"Kikyo, you gave your word to someone who did not exist. You gave your word to a man who lied to you and who will probably continue to lie to you," Sesshomaru pointed out.
"That doesn't make my word any less than it was at the time," Kikyo countered.
"It makes you unbound to such a vow. You gave your word to a phantom, to mist. If you promised to never hurt someone because they made the same vow and then that person turned around and stabbed you in the heart, what would you do? You would only stand there and bleed because you gave your word not to hurt the person?" he inquired.
Kikyo thought on it for a moment. "I suppose it depends." Her voice did not waver, but the fact that she considered it was more than enough for him.
"What does it depend on?" he asked.
"Did the person purposely hurt me or not," she answered. Intent was everything, but she knew where he was going with this. Part of her dared to consider he was correct. She made vows to someone who was not real, to someone who went out of his way to break his marriage vows to her.
"Did this person purposely hurt you?" he inquired and she looked away. He waited a moment and silence reigned over the room. He decided to speak when it was clear she was not. "You know what you want, Kikyo. What do I have to say for you to go with what you want?"
"There is nothing you can say," she informed him. She was not one who went tit for tat. Yes, Naraku hurt her intentionally and, no, he was not the person she thought he was. Sesshomaru had good points, but she had principles. If she gave in, she would end up with nothing, still bound to Naraku, and there was a large possibility she would not see Sesshomaru again. Even if he meant for this to be something more than what it seemed, how could he respect her should she give in?
He tilted his head as he regarded her. "Is it you don't trust me, Kikyo? You think I am only here to manipulate you as he did?"
"I think you only want one thing."
Sesshomaru smirked a bit. "You're right," he conceded. He doubted they were thinking of the same thing.
"I know," she stated.
The dog demon then moved and the space between them disappeared. He stared down at her with intense golden eyes. She nearly gulped because of the sudden closeness, but she held it back. The problem was that he could smell just what she was going through and he could even hear her racing heart. She was like an injured deer cornered by a hungry wolf.
"I want you," Sesshomaru told her. "I want you to be mine because you are. You are wasted on whomever it is you're married to. I will cherish you, now and forever. I will treat you the way you should be, like I have, only better," he vowed.
"Sesshomaru," she whispered.
"Let me treat you like the angel you are," he said, caressing her pale cheek with two long fingers.
She closed her eyes. "I cannot…" she replied. She could not ruin herself with him, even though she longed to give in. What kind of woman would she be if her word was worthless and if her loyalty shifted so easily? How could he respect her if she did? How could she respect herself?
"You are."
Sesshomaru leaned down and kissed the petite woman again. She ordered herself to push him away, but she did not, could not. She did not fight him in any way, could not fight him. She accepted the kiss because she wanted it, longed for it, craved it down into the depths of her. And then she reminded herself that at one point in time, she wanted Naraku, too, and look at where that got her. It was then she pushed him away.
The dog demon growled deep in his throat, but not loud enough for her to hear. He needed her to yield soon or the evening was not going to go as he wanted it. He needed her to stop being so irrational with keeping a promise to a liar. They were meant to be. She had to feel it.
"Sesshomaru, you should leave," Kikyo stated, her voice quivering. Her heart raced and her nerves trembled. She understood what it meant to feel weak in the knees now. She was not sure how she was still standing, but she knew she fell now, it would be on so many levels.
"And why should I do that?" he inquired.
"Because I want you to," she answered. Well, because it was the right thing to do. What she wanted was not up for discussion.
"That's not what you want, Kikyo," he said and he stepped closer to her.
Her skin tingled, as if it could sense him. She backed away until she hit a wall. He stood in front of her, cutting off her escape. It took all of her willpower to keep her breathing under control. Having him loom before her was breathtaking. His scent invaded her, made her feel like she could float away. No, he definitely needed to leave before things got out of control.
"It is," she insisted. She needed him to leave now.
"That's not what this is telling me," he commented and he placed two fingers on her heart. He could now feel it beating under his fingertips and he enjoyed it.
"This would not be right," she said.
"This is what you want. There is no right and wrong. There is only what you want and what you don't want," he retorted.
"Only in a demon's mind," she argued. She forgot demons had different philosophical views on matters like this.
Sesshomaru smirked a bit as if he was amused. He enjoyed how she knew things considered for demons. Demons did not believe in right and wrong for the most part. A demon could have empathy and very much act on something with the thoughts of others in mind, but it was not so much right or wrong. There was what they wanted and what they did not want. He wanted Kikyo and she wanted him, so in his mind, they should have been in bed already, too busy to be having a pointless discussion like this one.
"In a demon's mind, but also in your heart. Your heart is telling you what is right and it is not agreeing with what your mouth is saying," he pointed out.
He was right, Kikyo silently conceded. She wanted him. She wanted the man who seemed to be everything Naraku was not. She wanted the man who desired her as she was, who valued her opinion, who believed in her, and who enjoyed doing things with her rather than to her. But, what if that was just how Sesshomaru was presenting himself? What if he shed his skin like Naraku did? She would be a fool for the second time and her word would also be worthless. And, even if Sesshomaru was who he seemed, eventually, he would not be able to stand being with her for the simple fact she was married. He wanted her now, but he could not possibly want her forever.
"You have to trust me, Kikyo," Sesshomaru whispered, as if he knew that was what she was debating over in her head.
"Why do I have to?" Kikyo asked. She already trusted him. If she did not trust him, she would not have met up with him in the first place. Their friendship would have ended when he grabbed her, but here they were. How did she trust him was the question. The trust he wanted, was it something she could give?
"Because you know I will not hurt you, so you have to remind yourself that. You know me. You have seen me. I will continue to treat you as I have. You know I would give you everything you want and need. It would be my honor to do this. This is not a trick. I would not waste my time on such," he explained.
Kikyo silently conceded once again. He was not the type to waste his time trying to toy with her. Or at least, he did not seem like the type. Well, what is life without a chance? What if he was what she thought and what if he was being sincere? She would miss that opportunity if she lumped him in with Naraku, the man who his company actually eased the agony of being with.
Why should she suffer, knowing Naraku intended things to be that way? How could she honor vows Naraku broke daily? Beyond that, what if demons were right? What if sometimes it was not about right or wrong, but about what you wanted?
"Nothing can come of this," Kikyo said in a whisper. She was married, even if the vows were half a lie. It was not like they could have an actual relationship or they could be anything to each other beyond friends.
"Many things can come from this," the dog demon seemed to promise her and he leaned down again.
Sesshomaru kissed Kikyo a third time and that time she melted into him. The embrace started out sweet, much like a peach, but grew more intense as it carried on. It became licentious in nature and more fervent than a forest fire. She had never had such a kiss before and he had never gotten so much satisfaction from such a kiss. Something inside of him settled while something inside of her flared. The spark of their lips exploded into something beyond either of them. She whimpered and the sound vibrated through him in ways he would never be able to describe, except one key area.
The demon noble debated with himself with just rutting Kikyo against the wall since they were there, but he decided against such a thing. She deserved better than that for their first time, especially in a living room that had a stench clinging to it. He hoped the bedroom smelled better or things were actually going to have to wait because he would have to take her to his home. He really could not take much more of that putrid scent.
To get his mind back on track, Sesshomaru gently nipped at Kikyo's lips as an attempt to get her to open her mouth, which she did. His tongue rushed out of his mouth to enter hers and sought out her tongue. He bit back a groan as she moaned from their tongues dancing together. Tasting her was like touching heaven and he was certain he would never forget how delicious she was. His body felt enflamed and he needed to sate it with Kikyo.
Sesshomaru's hands decided to get into the act, believing they needed to be doing something. He lightly caressed her torso through her shirt, which was a light material because it was warm outside. He only wanted to get an idea of what she was like for now. A tease for both of them. He would leave the heavy fondling for later when they in bed, bodies close, and desires higher than ever.
One of his hands wandered lower and began feeling Kikyo's slim thigh, which held the hand's attention for a few moments. He imagined what her skin would feel like under his fingertips. Silk would have nothing on her, he was certain. And the way she pressed against him, seeking more of him, he would give her any and everything she wanted if she would do that more often.
Eventually, his hand made its way to her rear and he did not hesitate in kneading that area. She moaned again and the sounds sizzled down his spine, settling in his groin. The fact that he gave her pleasure and she was making it known was pure paradise for him. He wanted to make her feel good all the time in various ways, but physically was his number one priority right now.
The platinum-haired male lifted Kikyo into his arms without breaking their kiss. She automatically wrapped her arms around his neck and he went in search for the bedroom. It was not hard to find since the apartment only had three rooms in the back — the bathroom, an office, and the bedroom. When he entered the bedroom, he was thankful to be assaulted by her scent and nothing more. He silently thanked whatever divine being there might be for that small favor.
He placed Kikyo down softly at the head of the bed. He tried to pull away, but she would not release him. This made him feel warmed in a way he never had.
"Kikyo," he said against her lips.
"Hmm?" She hummed and he could taste it.
Everything inside of him tumbled against itself. "I just need…" Somehow this barely coherent, incomplete thought got through to her and she let him go. He pulled away from her to have a moment to take in the sight and give her a moment to reflect on what was going on. He did not mind giving her a chance to back out, mostly because he was so certain that she would not do such a thing.
Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Her face was flush and her hair fanned out around her as she rested on her elbows. Her eyes were ablaze, making him want her all the more.
"You are heavenly," he informed her and she looked away.
She was not used to being complimented. Not that he expected her husband to know he should tell her what a splendid creature she was as often as possible. Even if Naraku did compliment her, Kikyo would never be stupid enough to believe he was sincere.
"You don't mean that," she said.
"Indeed, I do," he promised. He meant everything he said. "I mean everything. You mean everything to me."
"How?" It was only a few weeks. How could she mean anything to this demon?
He shook his head slightly. It was a mystery to him. "I do not know, but you do. You are everything."
Sesshomaru leaned back down and captured her mouth in another amazingly passionate kiss. His hands took hold of her shirt and lifted the momentarily useless cloth away. Once the shirt was gone, he took a moment to take her in once more. Milky skin and pert breasts with her ebony hair haloed around her. His hands went back to her torso and caressed her again. As he suspected, silk had nothing on the smoothness of her flesh.
He had to kiss her again. She received him as if she was made for him. Their lips and tongues moved together, merging, and appreciating each other in ways no other would ever know. He touched her as if she was fragile, but with enough pressure to make her cry out into his mouth. He swallowed the sound and felt like he had taken part of her into himself and it made him stronger.
She grabbed for him, trying hold onto his shoulders, but he would not let her. He pushed himself up, moving her hands, but keeping their mouths together. He used one hand to hold both of hers above her head. She groaned, a protest, and arched against him. He wanted to smile, but held back.
He broke the kiss to look down at her as his free hand went to rid her of another useless piece of clothing, her bra. She had on a plain white bra. There was nothing catching about it, which he expected of her. She was not one for ornamentation and she did not have anyone to impress with fancy undergarments. He pulled the cloth away as if it offended him and in a way it did because it hid parts of her from his desiring gaze. He exhaled slowly when he caught sight of her perfect form.
"You…" He kissed her pale neck. "Are…" He kissed her collarbone. "Perfect." He kissed the top milky breast.
Kikyo squirmed underneath him. She was not used to such a treatment, like he revered her. But, she also did not like having her hands restrained. She groaned again and tugged at her hands. He did not release her, nor did he halt his actions.
"Sesshomaru," she moaned as he kissed the swell of breast. She felt so alive, so beyond alive. It was almost like being outside of her body.
"Let me," he breathed out the two words. It was a request for so many things he did not have time to list. She understood and gave him the lightest of nods.
He started to explore the creamy sea of flesh that was bare to him. He made a path of wet kisses all over the smooth, beautiful ocean, making sure to take his time to properly adore every part of her.
Of course, in his journey, the dog demon halted to take time with the twin islands on the sea of milky skin. His free hand attended to one while his mouth handled the other with care. He tasted one while tenderly kneading the other one. She was so amazingly soft and delicious.
Kikyo arched into his touch while crying out, voice echoing through the small room. He pretended to not notice as the sounds came faster and at a higher pitch. She needed the attention he provided. She had never experienced such care and affection. It felt like paradise. He made her feel as if she was in Eden. He would like to provide for her for eternity.
She tasted divine to him and he would have stayed where he was all night if he was not so certain better things lay ahead, further down the wonderful sea. He made sure to remain at the delightful pair of islands, switching his attentions, until Kikyo writhed underneath him, wanting more, twisting for more. He still had more torturous things to do, but he did not let her know that.
Sesshomaru released Kikyo for a moment and left her panting on the bed while he freed himself from his jacket, shirt, and tie. He was very much overdressed for their current activity and so was she as far as he was concerned. By the time she recovered, he was unbuttoning her pants. He liberated her from the rest of her clothing quite rapidly, to the point where she hardly noticed.
The dog demon once again had to take a moment to look at Kikyo. There were no words that he could speak that would even begin to express what he believed that he was looking at. So, he decided on one word: perfect. She was perfect and she was his.
"You are perfection," he said and he meant it. She was more than a feast for the eyes. She was everything.
Clawed fingers began caressing slender, velvety thighs while an eager mouth licked around a perfect bellybutton. Sesshomaru was ready to go off the deep end because he could smell her so clearly now. He had never caught the scent of something so marvelous and he was not going to let that smell tantalize him any more than it had already. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her so intimately.
"Sesshomaru, what are you doing?" Kikyo inquired when he began moving below her navel. Her voice shook with anticipation as her eyes tracked him.
"Answering a call," he replied, fingertips ghosting across her skin. The insides of her thighs were downy soft and her scent flared, intoxicating.
As he got to where he desired to be, he began his examination of the hidden treasure. His tongue darted out for a closer look and he was nearly decapitated because Kikyo tried to close her legs on reflex. He caught her limbs before she caused him severe head trauma and then went back to his task. He got the feeling he was the first person to have her in this way and he would love to be the last.
"Sesshomaru," she cried out. Her voice was muffled to his ears, but it still hummed through his blood. The sound of his name on her lips was enough to make him never want to be anywhere else except between her legs. He gave her flesh a gentle nip before his tongue continued on.
Kikyo took a hissing inhale that did not seem to have an end. She had never felt anything so unbelievably good. It was like lightning danced down each of her nerves, burning her with pleasure. She grabbed the bed and held on tight as he continued. Her hips moved on their own, trying to keep up with his wonderful mouth.
"Sesshomaru…" Kikyo whimpered as tears gathered in her chocolate eyes from the ecstasy. She had no idea that bliss could exist on the level she felt at the moment. Was that how intimacy was supposed to be?
He glanced up because the salty aroma of her tears caught his attention. Her lip was caught between her teeth and her beautiful milky skin was now flushed a dull scarlet. She never looked more beautiful. He went back to delighting her.
He reveled in her taste. She was so delectable, like nectar of the gods. He had to remind himself there were other things to do or he would have stayed there for hours and she would have turned to a liquid from the way she felt. What she was doing to him was not something he was used to, namely enchanting him with her mere existence. But, he was willing to let it go for the moment. It was not important.
The important thing was the main event. Sesshomaru shed his pants as if they were poisonous. He joined Kikyo on the bed and attached her mouth to his own, starting another passion driven kiss. She responded as if she thirsted for him, pulling his closer, rubbing up and down his back like he was a lifeline. The mere fact that she wanted him as much as he wanted her was enough to drive Sesshomaru out of his mind. He had to have her now.
Sesshomaru reached between them, fingers seeking her treasure once more. He wanted to make sure she was prepared. His fingers were soaked, so he lined himself up and pushed forward. When he connected their bodies, Kikyo surprisingly hissed in pain, which caught his attention. He stopped the kiss, needing to look into her eyes. Her face was tense, but her eyes pleading with him to stay with her.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yes. It's been a while," she somewhat explained.
Sesshomaru knew that information should not please him, but it did. "I'll ease inside."
"Slowly."
He nodded and reached between them again. His fingers had no problem finding her pleasure spot, rubbing gentle circles. She whimpered as he slowly slid inside of her. She clutched his back and cooed as he settled home. He waited until Kikyo was all right.
"Please," she whispered.
He had no choice, but to obey. He touched her soul. She arched her back, pressing against him. Feel the full stretch her body against his, it was maddening, it was insanity, it was the best. She was made for him. He was convinced of this.
Once again, tears fell from her eyes, but they were not out of sorrow or agony. They were tears of euphoria as she whispered his name into his ear and clutched his shoulders. Every movement she made crawled all over him, added to the way she surrounded him. It was so beautiful and then something decidedly far from perfect happened, in Sesshomaru's opinion anyway. She felt so heavenly and every sound from her was sacred. So much so, he touched paradise before she did. It was the first time that such a thing happened to him and he blamed her for it. The blame was not negative or anything. He just had not expected being with her to be so gratifying.
The dog demon did not say anything. He did not apologize for what happened. He never apologized. He acknowledged what happened because he knew acknowledgment was important to her. There was eye contact and she smiled. It was not amused or delighted. It was beyond him, but he wanted to see it everyday for the rest of his life.
"We're not done," he promised her. She only smiled more and the hands on his back caressed his shoulder blades.
He spent the rest of the night making it up to her with his tongue, his lips, fingers, and more. He discovered something that night. Kikyo mattered as much to him as he mattered to himself because he was determined to make sure she had everything she needed that night. He quickly learned what her sounds meant and movements meant, so he could kiss her when she wanted, he could caress her as she required, and he could adore her as she deserved.
"Sesshomaru." She keened, hands lost in his hair as he wrote his name with his tongue in between her legs. He seemed content there, hands roaming her body at his leisure. Every now and then, he nipped her thighs, a signal that he was ready for a change. Every move he made was like he was honoring her and she could feel it in her very bones. It made her try to pull him closer. So much closer than she knew was possible, but she tried anyway. She would be sore tomorrow, but she did not regret it.
He kissed his way up to her lips as he settled between her thighs. As they kissed at leisure, he eased inside of her once more. He would never tire of the feel of her and she would always welcome him.
Kikyo was left in sheer disbelief. She never knew a person could make her feel so good both emotionally and physically, especially from simple coitus. No, scratch that because there was nothing simple about what happened.
Kikyo had no idea that intercourse was supposed to be so mind-blowing. She did not know it was supposed to be soul touching. She heard stories, assumed they were made up or heavily romanticized, but this was like the stories. She could not believe he made her cry during the time and made it seem like she truly touched the heavens.
When it was clear Kikyo was exhausted, Sesshomaru decided to call it a night. Although, it was well into the morning now. He held her close as they settled under the covers. He did not even think about what smells might be on the sheets since the whole room now smelled of their intense coupling.
Kikyo curled up to Sesshomaru and fell asleep almost instantly. He stared at her for a while. He could not believe he had just slept with a human and got more pleasure from it than any other rut he could think of. She was special and she was his. She was definitely his angel and he would keep her close, husband be damned.
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Next time: the morning after.