"Stop moving; I'll be done in a sec." The needle was small and sharp, ink dabbed on the point. It had been her idea to give him a tattoo, wanting to mark him as he marked her.
They hadn't had a wedding. He hadn't seen the need for one, and she didn't want the fuss. She was content with the demon way, even if her family didn't understand. In fact, it wasn't until a week ago that Kagome had started to feel…insecure. She had noticed the way women lusted after her mate, and found herself wishing for the barrier a wedding ring represented.
However, instead of going through the complications of marriage, Sesshoumaru suggested a much more intimate form of marking.
Her artwork finished, Kagome had to smile.
Her name, in bold, black ink, blazed against the pale skin right above his ass.