"You deserve better," He said again,
"You're right. I do deserve someone better than your brother as a boyfriend, and I deserve someone better to talk to than you!" Hate in her words, she snatched her arm from him.
"I do not have to be here, woman," Sesshomaru said, narrowing his eyes at her,
"Then why are you here, right, 'cause your father demanded it of you?" She said knowing all to well that his father had sent him out, Sesshomaru would never come on his own.
"Tell you what, Sesshomaru, you find me someone better, then you and your brother can be rid of me." She was sick of him, she was sick of his brother, she didn't need him insulting her and pointing out the obvious. She just didn't need it, and again, she tried to walk away. Sesshamaru was trying to make her angry, which he did, but in the process, he found himself angry. She deserved someone better than him to talk to? How dare she.There was no one better than him to talk to; hell, there was no one better than him, period! She should be thankful he even gave her the time of day! Oh, he was going to set her off.
He grabbed her and turned her to him. "Leave me-" She was cut short when his lips crushed down on hers. She was shocked, shocked, shocked, shocked! And mad. Very, very mad! How dare he!
He knew it would rile her up; he wanted her livid, but then, as he stood there kissing her, she didn't kiss back; what? He may have done it to push her, but damnit he was kissing her, and she should be kissing him back! She? Deny him? Any woman would die to be her right now, no this would not do. He growled his annoyance at her. It did the trick, she closed her eyes and press her lips back against his. Sesshomaru's hand went to the back of her neck and press down, making her lips press down harder on his. He bit her lip, causing her to gasp. He quickly silenced her gasp by turning their hard kiss into a passionate one, sliding his tongue into her mouth and exploring.
She tilted her head and moaned into his mouth. He smelt it; her anger and arousal. He liked knowing that she was getting wet, wet for him. But to his surprise he was growing hard, hard for her. Every second he spent in her mouth, and every second he thought about how wet she was for him, he would become more aroused. This was all his fault.
She wanted him; no, she wanted his body; she wanted him to take her mind off Inuyasha; she just wanted to forget, and what better way than to have hot sex with another man, and what better man to do it with then the man she was with, a man she knew, a man she knew would not care or love her, and that was fine. She didn't want him to care or love; she just wanted him to take her so she could forget and get over it all.
He just wanted release. He didn't have to take her to get his but she was wet for him. So what better way to get off then to take a woman, her being the woman, the one he knew could not stand him, the one woman he would let touch him, the woman he knew was not over his brother, but she wanted to be, and he would get his release, and she would forget her pain. It worked for both of them. He knew she would not dare have feelings for him, she already stated she hated him so why not, but not here.
He broke the kiss and picked her up and with a quickness he found himself kicking open the door to his room and kicking it closed. He threw her on the bed and crawled over her and ripped her dress from top to bottom and pushed it off her arms. He was happy to see she did not wear panties. He leaned in and nuzzled her neck, taking in her scent.
She was still innocent.
She would give him her innocence for one night of passion and to get over his brother.
He was brought out of his thoughts when she playfully bit his neck; he growled and pushed her face away with his and bit her back, not hard enough to leave a mark, just enough to tell her he was the dominant one. He ripped his shirt off and leaned back in, and kissed her. She threw her arms over his shoulder and ran her nails over his back.
He didn't care about her or her innocence; yes, he would take her. He slowly slid away from her and undid his pants and let them fall, and crawled back over her. When he leaned in to suck on her breast his manhood rubbed her hot spot and he could feel how wet she was and oh kami was she wet. Kagome just threw her head back as she felt his hot mouth over her breast and his hard manhood at her womanhood. She had pent-up need, and it was all coming out tonight.
He slowly reached and grabbed his hard cock and rubbed it against her wetness as he kissed one breast and played with the other. It was driving her mad; he was playing with her, and she didn't like it. If he left her high and dry, she would kill him, literally kill him.
"Kami Sesshomaru just do it!" She said, her head back, her hands on the wood bars of the headboard. That's all it took. Not caring of her innocence, he thrust into her, and she screamed/cried her pain out to the night. He stayed still, he would at lease let her get used to him.
She felt her heat rise now that the pain was gone and she could feel his hard cock in her. She slowly moved her hips against him; he held her thighs and slowly began to thrust in her, meeting her rhythm. She would suck in air and release it, suck in air and release it. He would pull himself almost out of her and the go back in hard, in a slow steady past and it was driving her mad. So when he was almost out of her again, she scooted up and sat, then leaned down and placed her hot mouth on his tip and sucked. He let of a low growl and leaned his head back, Kami it felt good, and she didn't stop at the tip she took what she could of him in her mouth, testing her self. She was a virgin, but she read things and talked to other girls. She may have been shy, but she wasn't stupid, and she knew she had one chance at him. She wanted him to remember this.
She stopped, and when he opened his eyes, her back was to him. She was still on the bed, standing on her knees and holding on to the bedpost; her hair was now down and playing with her back. He liked it better when her hair was down. He scooted to her and placed his hands on her hips and pulled her to him, and slowly slid into her. Her head went in between her arms and her breast bounced as he moved in and out of her, but she wanted it harder.
"Harder," she said, so his thrust was harder, but now he was going a little fast; she wanted it slow.
"Slower Sesshomaru," she said in a moan, so he slowed down. Slow and hard, it was teasing both of them. He grabbed her hair and pulled her from the post so now her back was touching his chest, his dick still in her.
"Tell me you want me," He said in a dark low tone as he sucked on her neck and ran his hand down to her 'spot' and rubbed while still thrusting into her.
"I want you," she said breathlessly.
He pushed her down and removed himself from her and turned her over, and moved down her body till his head was in between her legs. He sucked on her, licked her, played with her, all the while stroking himself, he want her to tell him.
"Tell me you need me," Removing his mouth from her womanhood.
They were fighting each other, but who would win?
Her hand made its way down to her wetness, and she began to rub her spot. Yes, she did need him; she needed him in her. "I need you inside," she said, unable to look at him. He picked her up and sat her on a near by desk, she grabbed his hardness and placed it at her entrance once again, and he thrust into her. His hand was on the desk, his mouth on her neck, and her hands were scratching his back. He was now thrusting hard and fast. She was crying out was 'ah' and 'yes' and 'more'. Kami, she was so tight and warm and wet, wet for him.
She laid back and arched, pushing her breast to the sky. He ran a clawed hand up her body and in between her breast, It was time, she was crying for it, her body was asking for release and she would not last much long and neither would he. He wanted the make her cum, so he picked her back up, stilled in her, and moved back to the bed. He grabbed one of her legs and placed it at his hip, and began his pace again. Hard and fast, he loved the sound their body's hitting together, that just turned him on more and she was moaning, crying out, clutching the sheets, he wanted to hear her say his name, he wanted them to cum together.
"Cum with me, woman," he demanded.
"Yes," in a loud angered moan.
He slowed his pace, now barley moving, but he was still slamming into her hard, it as coming and he wanted her to scream out his name.
"Say my name as if you care for me," He demanded. He didn't want her to love him, but he wanted to be the only thing on her mind, which he was.
Thats all it took for her, and she did yell his name, as if he was the only one that could save her. She screamed as if she were losing him and didn't want to. She screamed his name as if she were trying to get him back as if she loved him with all her heart. They came together, she screamed his name and dug her nails into his arms and he growl and he growled loud. He held himself still in her, his hot seed pumping into her. Both of them loved the way that felt, it was so hot. His enemy calling out his name, her throat must have been raw, and it sent him over the edge.
He leaned down and rolled over, still in her, so that now she was on top of him. She moved her hips, rubbing her clit on his abdomen. It felt good, gave her a little tingle, it felt as if it were calming her orgasm. When she stopped moving he rolled to his side and pulled out. They both let sleep take them, warm because of their hot, passionate sex and now warm covers. Neither thinking about tomorrow.