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Gently
Prompt:
1) "I want your kiss more than I've ever wanted anything."
2) "Gently, there's no need to rush."
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"I want your kiss more than I've ever wanted anything."
The words barely left her mouth when clawed hands buried themselves in her raven locks and full lips crashed into hers. Their kiss was desperate: all teeth and tongue and moans that tangled in their mouths.
Kagome had ached for it, dreamed of it, begged the gods for it, and this, now, was so much more than what her imagination had created in the nights she laid awake. More, because not only was this real, Sesshomaru was a willing and enthusiastic participant; evidenced by the way his tongue met hers, fangs grazing her lip, hands frantically moving over her hips, waist, the underside of her breast, body fitting against hers perfectly as if they were two separate pieces of a whole, and by the growing bulge she felt pressed against her hip.
Sesshomaru broke their kiss and dragged sharp fangs down her neck.
"This One," he spoke, voice rough and laced with need, "has desired you since your return."
Emboldened by his words, and with eager hands, Kagome tugged at his silk hankimono, fabric tearing in the process.
Sesshomaru chuckled against her skin.
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"Gently, there's no need to rush."
As if to prove his point, Sesshomaru ran his tongue torturously slow up the column of her throat. Strong, warm hands gripped her wide hips as he languidly rolled his own against her.
In response, Kagome fisted a lock of his hair and pulled. She reveled in the deep moan that rumbled from his chest.
"I think we've both waited long enough." She resumed removing the silk, exposing alabaster skin to the moonlight. "We can be gentle later."