Slow, lingering kisses blot out the rage of the storm.

Kagome sighs. His lips coax hers open, and she parts them, tasting herself on his tongue. It's musky, sweet, her essence mixed with his own. And though unexpected, it's not unwelcome.

It's erotic. Him. Them. And it stirs something deep within her.

"More," she breathes, desperate to drink deeper from him.

Sesshoumaru chuckles and relaxes his jaw, feeling her slant her mouth across his, exploring gently in search of that new indulgence she craves.

Distracted by her ardor, he almost misses the feel of eager hands stroking down his abdomen.