The coil was wound so tight it made her writhe, and she whimpered in his ear, begging for release. She felt him shudder in response before he reached underneath her and yanked her into the next thrust.
The coil snapped.
Kagome cried out, bucking against him as pleasure set fire to her nerves, singeing her down to her toes before she collapsed back on the bed, blood pounding in her ears. He whispered something, but it was more of a rumble than actual words, so she tilted her head and kissed him instead.
He was still impossibly hard inside her, and every move she made reminded her that they weren't even close to being finished, goosebumps roughening her skin at the thought of creating a new reason for his insomnia.
Sesshoumaru sat up without breaking the kiss, one hand stroking her throat as he shifted her closer, and the angle had her seeing stars.
Kagome braced herself against the bed, breathing heavily as she watched him slowly pull out of her, his length disappearing back inside her inch by searing inch, and he traced her bottom lip with his claw, his growl of approval vibrating through her.
She was entirely at his mercy, unable to move unless she climbed him, but she could barely hold herself up from her first release, so she let him set the pace, knowing she would get her turn later—whether he wanted it or not.
His eyes glowed in the darkness, making him look so much more other than before, and it only enflamed her already sensitized body.
She hadn't even noticed the candles had gone out until light from the hallway spilled across them, Jaken's startled squawk drowned out by Sesshoumaru's snarl. "Get out."