He had her back against a bolder. Her face was pink with color and her tiny mouth dropped open and her new fangs enticed him. Their bodies were not touching. His arm was over her head, his palms flat against the smooth bolder behind her. He towered over her.
She was panting no doubt confused by all she was feeling in this now demonic state.
"Afraid of me now?" He asked,
He could pick up on her arousal but it was mixed with many emotions. Fear, excitement, confusion, shyness, boldness. They were going haywire. He guessed some things with her would not change, but now, she was feeling them tenfold.
She shivered in the water under him.
Her eyes fell down from his face, over his collar bone, to his sides, to the hair that was falling around him, down more. She was thirsty, almost drooling. She wanted to whine as her eyes settled on the water that hid the treasure she knew he kept.
She wasn't afraid of him per se.
"You were the one who wanted me to come,"
Her eyes darted back to his. He was slightly smirking. Was he teasing her! Who knew he was such a pervert?
She wanted him to come already.
She blushed more. Her mind was a blaze as was every other part of her. Kagome finally groaned.
He chuckled, he knew what he was doing. Knew what she wanted, needed.
One hand lowered, touching her hair at first. She watched his hand move. He moved a strand over her shoulder and let it fall over her breast and his knuckles brushed her nipple and her chin raised as did her chest as she took a deep breath in.
She bit her lip, she didnt know what to do. Her mind and instincts were fighting. Her mind was yelling slow down, but her body was aching and needing a whole lot more than just a simple touch.
Her eyes met his. He knew. It was clear he knew. He grabbed her full breast and squeezed ever so slightly and the water could no longer high the tip of his hard cock.
"Stop fighting it," He spoke,
"Arnt, you," She breathed,
"I am holding back, not fighting it,"
"I dont know what you're talking about,"
He took his hand away and stepped back and she didnt think twice, she moved. Jumping slightly into his embrace. He stayed still, waiting still on her. She could not look up, her face was ablaze. Her mind was screaming, how on earth could you do that? She hated seeming desperate.
He knew.
He lifted her chin and then dipped down and kissed her, slowly at first. Her mind melted away and her hands ran up his body and they molding into on another.
She tugged and he allowed her to lead a bit. He held his hands on her hips but she was tugging at his neck, pulling him as she moved back towards the banks of the river.
Still, everything inside her was going insane, uncontrolled. He was the only thing controlled. She felt like she might go insane and that he was the only one who could stop it, stop her.
He could feel it in her kiss, he could smell it in her heat.
"Sesshomaru," She breathed breaking the kiss.
She wasn't the only one losing it. The swell of her breast were calling him. Her scent was strong. Her skin though clearly cold felt so warm and soft. She was pulling him in, in more ways than one. He was already on edge because she was not marked.
Then she did something he was not ready for. Her small clawed hand dragged over his need of her and he snapped.
She was bent over the banks of the river for fast and she did not protest in the least.
He sent a pulse of power, a clear warning that if anyone came near it would be certain death.
His head fell back as he rubbed his fingers in her wet folds. She shivered in both need and cold. She needed him and now.
He knew.
He held her hips and closed his eyes and he slipped, with some resistance from her tightness, into her body.
He groaned and his claws dug into her skin and she groaned as he filled every inch till she no longer felt empty.
It didnt hurt. Nothing hurt. This would not be romantic, or slow. It started off with him pulling her back to him, over and over, harder and harder till she was forcing her hips back to ride him just as he was riding her.
Her claws dug into the moist ground but it wasn't pain, not in this state it wasn't.
She needed him harder, faster.
She called out with a fang-tight groan. It was like the harder he took her the better she felt. Her senses could only focus on him inside her, dominating her.
But something was missing, it was like each thrust was a spark to start the flames yet the fire was not yet lit.
"Sesshomaru," She begged but for what, she wasn't sure.
But he knew.
He yanked her up making her breast bounce with each thrust. His nose bumped her face and she rubbed her cheek against it. His hands ran up her body, grabbing both her breasts and squeezing and she bent her neck away with a moan.
He nibbled her neck, tasting, testing, wanting, needing.
"Please," She whispered.
She didnt have to.
Sesshomaru bit down and her body bucked against him. He held her breast tight and kept his hard trust going as he set his claim, his mark.
She didnt fight it and yet, still begging more "Please,"
He knew.
He pushed her back down, bringing her ass higher he held tight his thrust became short but hard as he realized, she was his mate and she wanted, no needed one thing from him now. He was the only one who could give it to her.
He was her husband.
"Kagome," He groaned and she called out in pure pleasure and relief as he released into her womb. He didnt slow as he felt the clench of her walls, she followed behind him and her womb opened to his seed.
Her needs were met, her thirst quenched, her body spasmed with relief and while their hearts raced they both felt complete and calm.
Kagome looked back at him and his golden eyes bore into hers and this time it was her that knew.
Demon blood and sacrifice led to this moment. A moment when she realized she loved him and a moment when he realized he loved her.