Sesshomaru dropped her onto a bed of furs and silk.

Kagome blushed, never in a million years.

"What, what are you doing?" She asked as she saw him toss down his swords and his robe's outer layer.

"I thought you said you wanted to test your feelings, Miko,"

"Feelings!" She breathed as his top came off, her eyes could not stop from leaving his face. They traveled past his shoulders, past his pecks, down his toned and strong midsection, and stopped when they reached a trail of hair that led down to a place she wasn't sure she was ready to see. Her cheeks were aflame.

Her eyes flew back up to his, smug satisfaction graced his face and she huffed. It wasn't fair that he was so good-looking. "You know that's not fair; you would have that effect on anyone," She turned her face to the side "So dont go getting all smug!"

Too late, he was.

"Perhaps, but not everyone has that effect on me,"

She bit her lip. Did he mean that she made him feel the way he was making her feel right now? Kagome realized, not many things could take this man down, and right now, she was seeing a side of him she never dreamed she would. Did she really have an effect on him? "I bet you say that to all the girls," She joked, still staring off.

"Meaningless rutting Miko, I've never given my time nor affection to anyone," Hell he didn't think he had either to give before this. Her face slowly turned back to him, her eyes locking with his "And this isn't meaningless?"

"I do not wish it to be," He admitted. "I have already told you what I want Miko," He moved, one knee down, one hand down, he leaned down over her, his hair brushing her sides as it fell around him. It made her shiver.

Her hands came up slowly and touched his bare chest. His skin was hot, and he closed his eyes and opened them again.

"I do not let others touch me so,"

She went to pull away, and he growled, and she quickly touched him again. Being brave, she ran her tiny fingers down, her nails leaving trails. She watched his body tense, and then she moved them back up and rested them on his chest.

No one had ever touched him like this, and he was letting her.

"I could have burned you," She said in a whisper.

"If that is what you wish, but I can assure you this will happen a lot faster if you do,"

Her eyes went wide, and he could see the interest in his statement, "That Miko is for another time; you are not ready for such play,"

Her bottom half tingled and her tummy tied in knots, and suddenly in her mind's eyes, she saw herself on top of him, running her hands down his body as she, as she..

"Oh." She breathed,

"Tell this one, what are you feeling?"

"Hot," She said as if his words were commands that she could not disobey.

He snuck his other hand under her neck and lifted her slightly, his face coming closer; she watched before closing her eyes at the touch of his lips. He moved his against hers softly, slowly, till she was moving with him, thirsty for more. She suddenly realized how much she missed him. Laying her back down without breaking the kiss between them, his hand moved from the back of her neck to the front and down, pushing her robe apart as his hand drifted flat between her breasts, and then he pulled each side of her robe away before touching her face, keeping the kiss.

Kagome was breathless and wiggling under him. Her breasts were now cold, her nipples hard, and she wished he would touch them. His thumb pulled her bottom lip down so he could enter her mouth deeper, and a whole new explosion hit her, and she wanted, no, needed more.

It wasn't fair; he said she had an effect on him, but she was quite sure she was the only one affected.

Needing to be closer, to see if she could do to him what he was doing to her, she pushed herself up on one elbow, kissing him still he allowed her to move. Her nipples grazed his chest, and he broke the kiss to breathe.

"Are you sure I do anything for you?" He made such a big deal about humans for so long.

"Do you wish to see what you do for me?" He asked, his teeth and fangs clenched.

Sesshomaru moved his hands to his pants and untied them, Releasing his manhood he grabbed himself and squeezed. Kagome's eyes drank in the site as he grabbed his hard cock. He was large and girthy, and she wondered for a moment if it would even fit. She felt herself get wetter and the tingle stronger.

Many nights on his way back, he grew hard thinking about this, about her like this.

"I have gone many nights without release Miko," He rubbed himself slowly. One hand still holding herself up, her other one itched to touch him. Her free hand went up his arm, down his chest, lower till her fingertip found his hair and lower still till her hand grabbed him with a braveness she never knew she had.

He growled with pleasure, and his eyes closed, his other hand gripping the sheets.

She moaned at the sound of his pleasure.

He released himself to her old, and his hand found its way back to the back of her neck, their mouths clashing once again; he growled against her, and she moaned against him. He lowered her, bending her below so that she was lying flat, she could no longer reach his manhood and whimpered but spread her leg so that he could fit in between.

His hand quickly moved down her body, still not touching her breast he pushed the rest of her dress away and ran his hand down to her thigh, lifting it his manhood now rested on top of her warm mound, and he rubbed, and it made her arch with need. He chuckled as his claws dug into her skin without drawing blood.

Then he released her leg, and she kept it up, around his waist as his claws scratched its way up her side, around the mound of her breast, and between them.

"Sesshoamru," She begged, lifting her hips she glided against his need, and it made him break. She grabbed her left breast and took it into his mouth, his hips moving to rub against her. Her wetness coated his cock, and it took every once in him not to just shove it inside her. His mouth released her breast, and Kagome watched his he licked her nipple, still holding the flesh firmly. She moved and wiggled till the head of his cock was poking at her entrance.

His fang became longer, his stripes dark and jagged, his eyes seeping read "Tell me," His voice sounded darker, more demonic.

"Tell me what you want,"

"Sesshomaru," She begged "Please,"

He moved and licked her other breast while pushing ever so slightly forward, his tip was past her folds, and she gasped, "Please,"

"Please, what woman," His voice was demonic now,

Her eyes met his "I need you, inside me,"

"As you wish,"

He pushed forward, and she arched back, calling out his cock stretched and filled her; he chuckled at the pleasure and pain.

Once in and stayed still, "You are full of me, Miko, it this what you wanted," He pulled back slightly, and she moaned as her tight pussy held tight, and he groaned. His hand went back to her tight, holding it out; he pressed his hips so that hip met hip; he was as deep as their bodies would allow.

"Yes," She moaned,

He pulled back and pushed back into her in a slow, steady rhythm.

She was so wet each thrust was met with a sound that turned them both on even more.

His pace picked up, needing her, needing it. He grunted, "My little miko is wet,"

"If you keep saying stuff like that,"

"What, Miko, ready to cum already?"

Her pussy tightened around him. His hand moved down her tight and under her butt, tilting her slightly so she could feel him meet her womb.

But she wanted more; she propped herself up on her elbow again, and red eyes met hers, and he smirked, "You want a turn?" HE asked. He never, ever let someone on top of him, but the thought of seeing her bounce made him want to cum.

He snaked his arm around her waist, and with a flick, he was lying, and she was on top, and she didn't pause; she moved. With both hands on his chest, she grinded against him, faster and faster; his hands went to her hips to help. She moaned, face flush, her hair all wild around her, her breast bouncing. He was a very hungry demon.

The sight was pleasurable, but he needed release, and now.

Before she knew it, her back was against a wall, his strength holding her up, his cock deep. His hips moved, her arms went around his neck, his chest pressed against her breast. Their mouths met, and their moans mixed as he went faster.

"Sess, sess- She could not get his name out. He slammed into her. "My seed is seeping out, Miko. Shall I cum inside you?"

"Sesshomaru!" She cried out as his thrust became slower but harder. His fangs grazed her neck, and he grunted against "Mine,"

She broke, "Dont stop!" She cried out; she rode the wave hard. "Please!"

He wasn't, his jaw set harder, his fangs hard against her neck. All she had to do was stop him. Her hand went to his neck. "Yes, yes, please,"

His balls tightened, her cum dripped down him. He trusted hard, deep, he made it hurt so good, and his cock jerked and his cum filled her. But that wasn't the only thing. His fangs went deep into her neck. It sent chills down her spine as his cum set her on fire, the mix getting her off all over again.

She was marked, mated, his wife. They had years to know each other, months next to each other, days missing each other, and only an hour to realize they never wanted to be apart again.

As their souls bonded in something way deeper than vows they went back to the day they met, the day he tried to kill her. The day he should have known when she pulled out his father's sword when no one else could. Now she was his; he was hers from fighting to touching, from hating to loving. Their life being written in a book as it happened.

Fated and mated, their story would have no end.