His tongue dips into her navel, and she cries out, arching up.
"Miko"—he nips her belly—"hand me the blanket."
Distracted fingers scrabble for the soft cloth, dragging it to him as she tries to catch her breath. "I think right now you should use my name."
Sesshoumaru flashes a smile, positioning the blanket to cushion his residual limb. "Kagome."
"That's better," she croaks.
His voice vibrates against her skin. "If you wish me to stop—"
"No, I want this." Her hand, sweet and earnest, gropes toward him until he catches it in his own. "I want you."
