Kagome couldn't remember what her response was, but it must've been some form of confirmation, as both arms wrapped around her, and they were launched into the air. Wind and youki whipped by them, and she reached up to keep her hair in place, but all thoughts of self-preservation were lost as his lips found hers.

Groaning, she forgot why she was worried about her hair at all, her arms snaking around his neck as she pulled him closer. He tasted even better than he smelled, and she wanted to devour him.

If he wanted to keep her, who was she to say no?

They landed on a marble balcony, his hands never leaving her as he ushered her inside, the soft glow of candlelight chasing away the shadows. Sesshoumaru's boots didn't make a sound as they crossed the floor, his destination clear, and Kagome pulled him to a stop before they could tumble onto the lush blankets.

"If you're going to 'keep me', I'm the only one you're going to keep." He looked like a god, and kissed like one, too, but she refused to be one of many, no matter how much her body—and heart—yearned for him.

That same soft expression crossed his face, and he brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "There is no one else I want, save you."

"You could've mentioned this earlier," she said petulantly.

Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow. "I thought my intentions were quite obvious." They had been, looking back on it, but Kagome had refused to see them for what they were, trying to protect herself from impending heartbreak.

"Well—" She grappled for the upper hand, but it became a losing battle when his fingers slipped under one strap of her dress, dragging it down her arm to reveal more skin than she'd ever shown anyone. She flushed, grabbing onto his hip to steady herself.

"You are breathtaking," he murmured. She almost wished she owned a corset, as was the current style, but she'd never seen the point. They were too cumbersome and limited her movements while she trained, and since her mother had never worn one either, she didn't know the first thing about lacing it up anyway.

As it was, she probably would've cut it off, the feel of his hands on her body too delicious to pass up, and she arched as he cupped her breast, peeling the rest of the dress away from her. Hands never leaving her, he sat down on the bed, nuzzling her ribs before swirling his tongue a nipple, pulling it taught as she squirmed.

She gripped the fur of his collar, gasping as he repeated the process for the other breast, one hand sliding over the curve of her hip and lifting her foot onto the bed next to him. Kagome felt painfully exposed, but she could barely linger on the thought before his mouth delved lower, leaving a scorching line of saliva down her skin before he found what he was looking for.

She whimpered but was given no reprieve, tongue probing deep. Her hands moved to his hair, and she cried out, the slow build of heat suddenly exploding. She tried to close her legs, but his claws dug into her skin, pinning her in place as he took his fill.

Shaking her head, she tugged on his hair, close to tears. "I c-can't—"

"You can." He sucked on the bundle of nerves at the top of her opening, a blunted claw replacing his tongue, and Kagome saw stars, shaking as reiki crackled between her fingers.

She slumped against him, knees weak, and he chuckled softly before laying her on the bed. It took her a moment before she could focus on his face, and she would've thrown a pillow at his smug face—if she'd been able to move.

"I knew you would be like this," he mused, removing his cloak and tunic, alabaster skin glowing in the candlelight.

"Like what?" she asked, hackles raising even as she traced the magenta stripes hiked high over his hips. She was rewarded with a shudder, muscles clenching under her fingers, and she redrew her path until he grabbed her wrists, pinning them against the bed.

"A minx."

"You touched me first," she shot back, squirming desperately. "I'm only repaying the favour."

"Stubborn," he continued, settling between her thighs, mouth latching onto the junction of her neck. Kagome opened her mouth to argue, but he bit down as he ground against her, and it turned into a moan. "Passionate. A warrior until the end." His tongue slid along her clavicle before he claimed her lips again, tasting her thoroughly.

She arched under him, looking for more of that delicious friction but finding it wasn't enough to satisfy her. Tugging at his hands, she tried to manoeuvre her feet to rid him of his pants, but it proved difficult when another kiss left her breathless.

Eventually pulling back, she tapped her knee against his hip, eyes dark with desire. "Take these off."

He grinned as he loomed over her. "Are you that eager?"

"Aren't you?" She started to squirm in earnest, the haze from the first orgasm fading and leaving her bereft. "Please. I want you. I need you inside me." It came off as more of a growl than a plea, and she realized the sound had come from him.

Keeping her wrists pinned with one hand, he rid himself of the rest of his clothing, skin sliding against skin and making them both shudder. He continued the sweet torture for far too long, and Kagome lifted her hips, the head slipping inside. All the air left her lungs as she looked between them, watching as muscles clenched and he pushed inside.

His name came out as a strangled moan, and his hips snapped the rest of the way forward, driving her so close to the edge she did beg. Amber turned to crimson, and he reached under her, claws digging into her flesh as he thrust forward again.

She cried out, pleasure washing over her, but she was given little time to enjoy it, his body falling into a harsh but steady rhythm. She pulled free of his grasp, fisting the fabric of his bed as she writhed. Both arms hooked under her legs, changing the angle and the depth, and electricity shot through her.

She took every thrust but still wanted more, managing to lift her hips each time he filled her, and the lewd sounds harmonized with their ragged breathing. She could feel the release coming but refused to find it without him, hands sliding up his arms before reversing course and dragging her nails down his skin.

He jerked, movements erratic, and she did it again, meeting his feral gaze as she moaned his name. Youki exploded, enveloping her and setting her nerves on fire. Her power rose to match his, silver locks lifting off his shoulders before he buried his face in her hair, his growl strained and desperate as he locked their bodies together.

Her heartbeat was nowhere close to slowing down, a thin sheen of sweat coating her body, and she ran her fingers through his hair, brushing the tips of his ears. He jerked again, head turning enough to nip at hers in reprimand. "Are you that insatiable?"

Kagome flushed, realizing what she'd done. "I didn't mean it that way!"

"There is no other way to take it," he said, slowly pushing himself up onto his elbows. "You are well-versed enough to understand the significance of my other actions."

Her blush only deepened, and she crossed her arms. "Maybe I'll stop touching you entirely."

That arrogant smirk returned, and he released her legs, settling fully against her. "We both know you are incapable of doing so."

"And why's that?"

He kissed her forehead again. "Because I am incapable of doing the same. I would go mad if you tried to deny me."

Kagome pursed her lips. "Guess you'll have to make sure it never comes to that." She grabbed his ears before he could respond, kissing the crescent moon on his brow. Sesshoumaru's arm snaked around her waist, keeping her plastered against him as he rolled, putting her astride his hips. She wore a smirk of her own when she pulled back. "Who's insatiable now?"

He hardened inside her, and he gripped her thighs, unconcerned with answering the question. She chuckled, leaning forward on his chest as she started to move, content to let their actions speak for them.