I do not own Inuyasha or its characters: Rumiko Takahashi, and those she's given rights to, does. I merely enjoy playing with them, lol. I make no profit in the writing or posting of any fic I write involving these characters, though I do, however, own the stories I create, though again, I do not profit from that, either.
De Sidere: Ch. 3: Drowning
All thought of the many things she needed to get done were lost to the sensation of his hands on her skin. The feel of his claws, lethal, and razor sharp, was erotically sensual- she never knew anything could feel so utterly amazing.
Nothing she'd ever known could compare to the feel of him touching her, loving her.
Life outside the rundown shack ceased to exist. The storm outside raged on, unheard and forgotten, replaced instead with a burning heat that neither burned, nor cooled.
His kiss, tender, yet demanding, chased all thought from her mind. She knew only him, thought only of him. His scent surrounded her, marked her as his, and she reveled in it.
His taste became an addiction, a desperate need that she found insatiable. His touch traced random patterns on her skin, and her body rose of its own volition to feel it, absorb it. His hands molded her, changed her, made her writhe and moan, pulling desperate mewls of pleasure from her throat.
No one had ever made her feel such pleasure, such intense desire. No one had ever touched her so tenderly, so reverently, like she was a priceless piece of art to be cherished and protected.
His mouth on her neck ignited a fire in her soul, his gentle nips like gasoline thrown onto the blaze, until the flames of desire burned out of control, heating the space around them.
His husky growls were like thunder rolling over her skin; his tender bites shocked her, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through her limbs as she reached to pull him closer still.
She swore she could drown in him. And just when she thought she might, he'd breathe life into her once more through a ravenous kiss that started the cycle anew, bending her to his will.
Or was it hers?
She couldn't find up from down, and she didn't want to. She could get lost in him, because she knew, without question, and without doubt, that he'd guide her home, when the time came.
But for now, she was completely content to ride out the storm, just as he seemed completely content in creating it.
A/N: I hope all your holidays were safe and happy!