Outside, the storm still rages, and Sesshoumaru turns her underneath him.
He lays against her again. His weight, solid and intimate, turns her legs to jelly, and an experimental thrust sinks her further into their pallet.
"Sesshoumaru," she gasps.
Insistent, fervent lips answer to the tip of her breast.
Kagome's eyes slam shut, her jaw going slack. Nothing has ever felt like this before. Like iron bands of steel, her hands clutch at his back in a desperate move to crush him close and never let go.
His tongue laves gently.
With a strangled sound, all coherent thought blinks out.
