He lifts her legs over his shoulders.

Kagome struggles for breath, the slick, velvet glide of pleasure shocking through her like lightning. "Oh, gods."

His satisfied hum vibrates against her. "You are close." Sesshoumaru sears her with a kiss to that sensitive, swollen flesh, his tongue flicking out to taste. "Breathe. It will come."

She tries, fails, and writhes, mumbling nonsensical things as she reaches down to grasp his hair.

Without warning, he sucks her into his mouth, using his tongue to roll her behind his teeth, and a cry rips out of her.

"Don't stop," she gasps.

He doesn't.