He puts her down roughly, her back against a wall, and before she can get anything out of her mouth his upper fangs are embedded into her neck and she cries out. The heat, pain, and fire are intense. She puts her arms around his shoulder and holds on but she can feel the blood seep through his top and onto her fingers.

She pulls the fabric till his shoulder is bare and she can feel the gash though her eyes are closed.

Her warm power comes up even though he is hurting her, she heals him.

"Sesshomaru," She whispers,

He releases her neck, "You foolish stupid woman," He says, slowly, darkly.

Kagome tries to reach up to touch the mark on her neck but he holds her hands down.

"Did you think a baby inside you would stop me from killing you,"

"It's not, I wasn't-"

"Yet here I am!" He yells against her neck, "Removing him from you!"

A tear rolls down her face. "I didnt want him!" She cries "I wasn't going to, I was trying-" She was finding it hard to speak. "You let them go, why not me,"

"I would sooner kill you, woman,"

"Then kill me! Kill me!" She laid her head on his shoulder. "I beg of you,"

He lifts her head back and holds her face in both of his hands. "I told you, when you beg for death I will show you no mercy, you will not be free of me," He eyes her mouth, wondering, did she kiss the dragon, there was only one way to find out.

"I dont want to be free of you," She grabs his wrist, "Is that what you want to hear!" She yelling.

A growl rolls in the back of his thoat as he leans, his hair falling to one side. He muffles the growl by pressing his lips to her. Soft for a second but when she responds it's like fuel and he is hungry. Angry, but he would not say hurt. But that pain he inflicted on her was to show her how he felt. His hands move down and he holds her throat. How easy it would be to snap her neck, and she should for what she just pulled.

Letting another man touch her. He didn't share.

His hands move and the need to cover her with his scent grows with each passing angry moment. He spins her around, facing the wall and yanks her hands up, and presses her palm against the cold stone wall.

She's panting in slight fear. He's rough, angry, needy. He presses his body close and she can feel the steel hardness of his cock. She can only swallow.

"You are mine," He tells her as he licks the mark on her. "Your mouth, your body,"

"Just not my mind or womb,"

She is staring at the wall till he grabs her chin and makes her look up "Stop talking Kagome," His mouth goes to hers again and she can only melt as he slowly removes her clothes, his warm yet deadly hands touching her skin. He needs to be inside her.

Before she can even register he has one leg left in a most provocative manner and his mouth is gone.

She's glad she's not facing him.

This is lewd.

She gasps and closes her eyes tight when she feels him. His body is warm and very hard.

His blood is moving too fast, he can't slow down, can't stop. He trusts forward and it's hard, it doesn't just slip into her. Her body, like she, fights him. He tangles the fingers of his hands with hers.

She sucks in air and cried out as he fights to enter her. Easing himself slightly out he growls, "Mine," With power behind his hips he thrust forward.

It burns as he stretches her wall and inch by inch he fills her till she has him sucked in and stuck.

Blood trickles and they are both panting now.

"It hurts," She says unsteadily. All of it. Her heart, her head, him, him inside her.

He doesn't offer her words but his mouth does find her neck and he licks the half mark. Her walls clench with each lick and his hips move.

Tears fall down and slowly he puts her leg down and pulls out.

She's crying now into her hands, was that it? Was that all he was going to give her?

He lifts her and lays her down.

Crawling over her he pulls her hands away so he can see her face. Her tears, her pain, her blush.

He pushes one arm under her neck and goes back to lifting a leg.

She grabs the bedding as he reenters her. It is more painful than the bite. There is more blood. But he is back in her.

She cries, but then he leans down and his lips brush hers, "You showed me how much you hate me with that stunt," His hips move slowly, "Now show me how much you love me,"

She hits his chest. "You're such a cruel jerk, how can you do this to me!"

"How could do that to me," He says through clenched jaw, "Knowing-"

"Knowing what," She whispers,

"That I wanted you," He kisses her briefly, "That I want you," He kisses her again, deeply and this time her hips rise to meet his. He fills every inch of her and for now, it fills the ache in her heart and feeds the fuel deep in her tummy. She needs more, wants more. She moans.

He lets go of her legs but it stays and he holds both of her hands over her head in each of his own. She hooks his waist with one leg. His muscles tighten and flex under each move. Her back arches and she moans again.

He lets her go and her arms go around his neck again. He can't stop kissing her, taking her moans into his mouth, tasting her, thrusting his tongue against hers, holding her hips down, his fingers squeezing her small waist.

"Sess-"

He kisses her deeply and he can feel his need rise. This heated debate, her tight hold on him, the thought of another taking her.

"Kagome," He presses his body close, her soft breast pushing against his chest. "Dont ever let another man touch you."

His hips roll and she arches at the deep feeling and he catches her nipple in her mouth, sucking, nipping, and he keeps thrusting. Her arms fall and she grabs his wrist as he holds her tight and raises her hips to meet his thrust.

She is an erotic site. Her body red, her mouth open and moaning under him. His bite mark fresh on her flesh.

"It hurts," She said but her voice isn't convincing, "So good," She breathes and her toes curl, "Fuck," She moans out in pleasure at the sound of him needing her, wanting her and he grunts and his head goes back, "Kagome, Im going to-" He grunts more, fangs showing through his slightly opened mouth.

"Sesshomaru," His name is light on her lips. His mouth covers hers again.

His release came strong, pulling out he spilled the last bit onto her skin, rubbing his head all around, smearing it for all to scent so they would know. Then he slides back into her. She doesn't even care because she is so worn out he is quite sure she isn't even aware.

She would never be free of him because her body wouldn't let go, tight around him he had no desire to leave. All of it came crashing down on him and he was tired, truly tired.

He lays with her, pulling her close.

"Jerk," She says, worn out too.

He pulls her closer and looks down at her. Half asleep she looks up at him. He inhaled and then dipped his face down and kissed her again, "Sleep," He didn't even need to tell her, her heart slowls and she is resting deeply and he follows her, satisfied but needing more.