Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or its characters. They are the sole property of Takahashi Rumiko.

-To Sip of Black Velvet-

Chapter 6: Cold and Hard

WARNING: Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with sexually explicit content! Lemon

We were burning.

Hands grasped eagerly, claws and nails scraped across each other's bodies, tearing away at clothes that did no more than get in the way. We were frantic. Passion guided us, lighting the torches along our frenzied path as both he and I followed unquestioningly. His body pressed hard against mine as we descended onto the soft plush rug that lay on top of the hardwood floor. The muffled sounds of our groaning bellowed through the room as our bodies frantically tried to cool themselves with more heat.

He broke our kiss and pulled back to gaze down at my body as I panted heavily, sucking in the thick warm air that had enclosed around us. His dress shirt hung unbuttoned and open, baring the chiseled muscles of his chest to me, and my dress had somehow been removed during the impassioned struggle.

In that moment, my mind regained some clarity and I remembered that I hardly knew the demon gazing down at me. I knew his name, his number, and that he owned the building and suite that we lay half-naked on the floor in. But as I lay there thinking for that moment, he used it to run one of his clawed fingers down the skin of my inner thigh and I suddenly did not care what I didn't know about him. I wanted him—no—needed him so I drug my body up to push his open shirt off his shoulders. I began raking my nails down his exposed chest, marveling at the feel his muscles quaking beneath my touch. My mouth watered.

His body was a furnace. Everywhere I touched my skin tingled with a desire so hot it burned. He watched me intently with a blank face and heavy lidded eyes as I let my hands drag all the way down his heated skin to begin hastily undoing his belt. He growled out approvingly at my actions as he shoved me back onto the soft rug to quickly finish the deed himself.

Writhing out of both his dress pants and boxers, he then set off to do away with the remaining bits of clothing that hid me from him. He fluidly sliced off my bra and I arched my body upwards to help him remove the last piece of laced fabric from around my hips. After tossing them somewhere into the void that surrounded our forms, he then quickly lowered himself down on top of me, placing himself perfectly in between my legs.

His mouth ran across my skin, kissing and licking and biting wherever he thought best. He paid ample attention to my breasts, slowly dragging his fangs across them and sucking on the mounds of my sensitive flesh. I could feel his large hardened member throbbing against my folds pleadingly and I felt my thighs grow slick in anticipation. He rose and one clawed hand reached down to grip my hip while the other was placed on the ground in support. I sucked in a tight breath, awaiting him, and then he

—stopped.

His body froze but his gaze drifted slowly to take in my form, working its way up my curves until he stared deeply into my eyes—into my soul, with his own lust-filled amber ones.

"Is this what you want?" He asked, his voice was ragged and coated in desire. The seriousness in his tone told me that it was my last chance to walk away from this. He would not go on if I did not consent but if I did I would be his for the taking.

I didn't even think about it.

"Yes." I answered and as the strangled noise left my throat, I felt his grip on my hips tighten.

His eyes remained fixed on mine as he began parting me, filling me so achingly slow that it was painful. I tried to press myself against him, dying to quicken the movement but his grip on my hips was relentless. He held me in place, eyes lidded lowly, as I cried out beneath him. "Please." I begged. It seemed that he took a few more seconds to relish in the torture and then he thrust into me so deeply that my mind clouded over. I cried out loudly and he groaned, as my hands tangled themselves within the silver curtain of his hair. I was stretched so tightly around him it seemed impossible. He buried his head in the crook of my neck and his breathing grew shallow as he repeatedly shoved his hard length inside of me. With every thrust my body shuddered and threatened to come apart at the seams.

His deep rhythm was devouring me. I opened my eyes, unaware that I had clenched them tight enough that tears had formed at the corners, and opened my mouth to tell him to stop and to never stop what he was doing to me. But all that I could seem to put into words was his name. "Sess..hou..ma..ru" I strained to force out behind my cries and heavy breathing.

He growled low and feral in response, the vibrations rumbling within his chest, before arising to fix me with a carnal gaze that bore into my being. His eyes were now a dark crimson and the stripes on his cheeks had grown jagged. He rapidly tore my hands from within his hair and maneuvered them above my head, trapping them with the weight of his own. His back bowed violently and his breaths came in sharp heavy pants as he thrust into me deeper—again, and again, and again.

My body twisted and writhed beneath his as his ministrations made me crazy, I screamed. I bucked under him and my back arched fiercely as I felt myself clench around him tighter, drawing him in to me as if he belonged inside of me forever. He snarled out and plunged into me harder. My eyes rolled back and I felt myself burn away as he continued to stroke me mercilessly until I came, hard. My long dormant miko powers surged just beneath my skin. Purity danced with fire as pleasure shot through my limbs.

Pleasure flowed up my body and it was as if he licked away the flames to keep them at bay. He kept going, dragging my pleasure out so dangerously long as I bawled out loud my gratitude, tears soaked my face. He leaned down and grabbed the back of my head to force a hard and needy kiss against my lips until he grunted into my mouth and spilled into me. His entire body jerked and quivered at the intensity of his release and he let his body crumple on to the floor on top of mine.

We stayed resting there, molded into each other as our breathing slowed. And I thought over what had happened. I felt no regret, no reservations against what I had allowed myself to do. I could not have stopped myself if I had wanted to. My body had been in need of his. He had filled an emptiness, a longing, that I had not even been aware of having, one that I would not be able to live with after this night.

I shuddered at the thought that I had been so empty for so long. I reached to grab his hand, wishing to intertwine every part of our bodies together, wishing to hold on to him forever, but my fingers brushed against something cold and hard that immediately left me feeling cold and lifeless.

Realization dawned on me.

It was a ring.

"You're… married." I allowed myself to murmur out quietly in disbelief, as if it was merely a rumor I'd heard whispered in the wind.

It was then that I was sure I heard the unforgettable sound of my heart breaking.

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