Before she can pull away, his fingers curl into her hand and then stretch upward, extending hers until they are palm to palm.

The first prickle of power, like spider lightning over her flesh, takes her by surprise.

She flinches.

"Meet it, Kagome." His teeth catch her bottom lip, ancient magic rising between them with the subtle sting of his fangs. "Do not run from it."

And as his lips seal fully to hers, she doesn't.

Power, dark and heavy, swirls where their palms touch. And as she falls into him, something pink and bright rises to pull it closer.