Everything else falls away.
Kagome's lips part, little, panting breaths slipping out beyond her control. His mouth is gentle. Teasing. Her skin flushes from head to toe, too hot and then too cold as the warm, wet heat of his tongue pulls every last ounce of tension from her body.
She melts into the furs, a moan she hardly recognizes as her own spilling out of her throat when he pulls back and blows gently against her, stirring more nerve endings to life.
"Do that again," she whispers.
When he does, she sighs and sinks further down into the pelts.
