Sesshoumaru bent his head, dragging his tongue between her breasts as he loosened the ties of her yukata. "You are so alluring," he murmured, massaging the plump flesh as his mouth latched onto her neck.
"I'm just lying here," she argued meekly, arching up into the touch.
"Indeed. It happens with the most mundane of tasks." He switched to the other breast, rolling the tightened nub between his claws. "Like when you sleep. Or eat mandarins."
"Is that why you kept the den fully stocked?" she asked, sliding her hands into the folds of his kimono and pushing it over his shoulders.
"I wished to keep you from leaving," he admitted softly, pressing her into the bed as he settled his weight on top of her. The pressure was delicious, and she was having difficulty focusing on his words, but she wanted everything out in the open.
"I never wanted to leave." Kagome dragged her nails against his scalp, the resulting hiss causing his claws to dig into her hips, and she moaned softly, lifting her hips to create more friction.
"I should have known better than to think your aid with my insomnia would be enough." He peeled off the rest of her clothing, his own ending up in a tangled mess on the floor. She wasn't given a chance to be bashful, Sesshoumaru pinning her wrists to the bed as he took his fill of her naked form—to the point of making her squirm in frustration.
She only stopped when his words sunk in, staring up at him in wonder. "You liked the way I smelled from the beginning."