The moment Kagome's eyes locked with Sesshoumaru's, time seemed to blur. One heartbeat, he was distant; the next, he was right in front of her, his hand outstretched. She barely had time to grasp it before she found herself swept into his embrace, their bodies flush against each other, his golden eyes holding her captive. Then, without warning, his lips claimed hers.
Kagome had only experienced one kiss before—sweet, gentle, and utterly chaste. But this was nothing like that. Sesshoumaru's kiss was overwhelming, it was demanding, consuming, and filled with a passion that left her breathless.
Closing her eyes, Kagome surrendered to the moment. The demon lord's skilled tongue teased her lips apart, diving in to explore and conquer with an expertise that made her knees weak. She met his fervor with her own, their tongues intertwining in a dance.
Just as Kagome began to lose herself in the kiss, the world around her spun. Disoriented, she broke away, burying her face in the crook of Sesshoumaru's neck, her fingers gripping the hard planes of his shoulders beneath his armor. But just as quickly as the dizziness began, it faded. Relief was about to wash over her when suddenly she was airborne, her body landing with a soft thud on something plush and yielding.
Gasping for breath, Kagome pushed her tangled hair out of her face and looked around in bewilderment. To her surprise, they were no longer on the battlefield. She was back in the Western Shiro, in Sesshoumaru's room. The sound of metal clattering to the floor snapped her attention to the foot of the bed, where Sesshoumaru stood, stripping off his armor with such obvious intent, that the butterflies in her stomach took flight.
Sesshoumaru swiftly shed his armor and shirt, revealing the chiseled perfection of his torso. His eyes locked onto the priestess sprawled on his bed, her form tantalizingly vulnerable. As his knee sank into the bedding, a pink barrier suddenly flared to life, thrusting him backward. A snarl tore from his throat, his eyes flashing a dangerous red as he glared down at Kagome.
"Drop your barrier, Priestess." His voice was a low, gravelly command.
Kagome's heart was pounding in her ears, but she forced herself to stand her ground. "Not until I get some answers!" Her voice was firm, though the tremor in her outstretched hands betrayed her. She needed clarity before she let this demon any closer, before she lost herself to him completely.
Sesshoumaru's growl deepened, vibrating through the room as he began to pace at the edge of the bed, a caged beast denied his prize. "Ask your questions quickly," he warned. "You are weak, and the barrier will not hold for long."
The air between them crackled, the scent of her spiritual energy mingling with his overpowering aura, creating an intoxicating blend that only heightened his desire and impatience
"For starters, you'd better start using my name. It's Kagome, not 'Priestess,'" she snapped.
Sesshoumaru paused his pacing, his crimson-tinted eyes staring her down. Then, his lips curved into a slow, fanged smirk as he purred, "Kagome." He let her name roll off his tongue, rich with a dark promise.
The sound of it, deep and sultry, made her choke on her breath. A shiver of desire coursed through her, making her squirm, thighs pressing together trying to quell the heat building within her. She could feel her control slipping when she noticed the way his muscles rippled beneath the stripes covering his skin. He was playing with her, but this wasn't the time to let her guard down.
"Where is my son?" Kagome demanded, forcing the words out through gritted teeth.
Sesshoumaru scoffed, resuming his prowl. "The half-breed is currently escorting the kit back to the academy."
"Inuyasha?" The name escaped her lips before she could stop herself, and instantly, Sesshoumaru's growl filled the room, low and dangerous.
Kagome swallowed hard, deciding to set that topic aside. She couldn't afford to lose focus now. "Why me?" she pressed, her voice softer now, tinged with uncertainty. Seeing his brow furrow in confusion, she elaborated, "Why do you—or your beast—want me? What happens after tonight? Will you just have your fill and kick me out? Or will you—"
"Enough!" His command was sharp, cutting through her frantic questions with a force that made her barrier flicker, her concentration momentarily shattered. But she quickly reinforced it, eyes widening as Sesshoumaru stepped closer and knelt at the foot of the bed.
His eyes softened as they shifted back to their golden hue, his tone a low, soothing rumble. "I have no intention of letting you leave me," he declared. "I want you to be mine, and I to be yours."
The skepticism in Kagome's gaze was impossible to miss. Reaching out, Sesshoumaru traced a single clawed finger along the surface of her barrier, the soft hum of energy vibrating between them. "It's not just my beast that desires you," he murmured. "My mind, my body, my very soul craves you, Kagome."
She tried desperately to hold herself together, to keep his words from slipping past her defenses. But doubt still gnawed at her, and she couldn't help but ask, "So it's purely physical, then? You only want me for my body?"
Sesshoumaru's hand fell to his side as he met her gaze, his expression serious, almost wounded. Did she truly believe that? The fear in her ocean-blue eyes told him everything he needed to know. He would not allow her to doubt his intentions.
Reflecting on their past exchanges, Sesshoumaru remembered how well Kagome responded to words of affirmation. It wasn't something he was accustomed to—expressing his feelings—but for her, he had to try.
"I admire your strength," he began, searching for the right words. "Even when surrounded by enemies, you never falter. You don't cower in fear; you stand tall, showing your courage and bravery."
The vibrant pink barrier between them dimmed slightly, a sign that his words were reaching her. Encouraged, Sesshoumaru continued. "Your loyalty is unwavering. You protect those you care for with a fierce devotion. The way you raise my ward and your kit, as if they were your own, is something I deeply respect."
Kagome's hands lowered slightly, the barrier fading to a mere haze of static. Seeing the shift, Sesshoumaru moved, cautiously climbing onto the bed as he spoke. "No other, demon or human, has dared to challenge me as you have. What I once saw as foolishness, I now recognize as your indomitable spirit—a wildfire that refuses to be extinguished, a determination that stands against all odds."
By now, his knees were situated between her open legs, his eyes never left hers as he began to lower himself, closing the distance between them. "It's that fire in you, that relentless drive, that draws me in like a moth to a flame," he purred, his voice like velvet. Kagome leaned back, her body surrendering to the soft bed beneath her, while he hovered just above. "I can't deny that your beauty has captivated me as well. Your eyes, like endless oceans at midnight, draw me in with their depths—wild and impossibly expressive. And your delicate curves... they are like the flowing lines of a masterful painting, each one meant to be touched, felt, and cherished. I want to experience every part of you, to feel your warmth against me, to claim you as mine, and only mine."
The silky brush of silver hair against her heated skin jolted Kagome out of the trance she had fallen under. Golden eyes, so close she could see the flecks of amber within, seemed to pierce straight through her, making her feel exposed and seen in a way she never had before. The way he spoke, the depth of his words, left her spiraling. When had he learned to speak like that? His smooth voice wrapped around her, each syllable sinking into her very soul.
"Shall I go on?" Sesshoumaru's voice was a teasing croon, the smirk on his lips widening as he watched her blush spread across her cheeks.
Kagome, trying desperately to calm the storm raging inside her, closed her eyes and took a slow, steadying breath. But when she opened them again, there was something new there—a boldness that Sesshoumaru had only ever seen on the battlefield. Her eyes locked onto his, and she spoke with a quiet, sultry confidence that made his heart skip a beat. "I'd rather you show me."
Those five words were like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a fire in him that burned hotter than anything he'd ever known. The challenge in her voice, the invitation laced with desire, sent a jolt of heat straight to his cock, making his blood roar in his ears.
Just like before, Sesshoumaru didn't give Kagome a chance to prepare herself when he closed the gap between them, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. His teeth grazed her bottom lip before gently biting down, the sharp sensation causing her to gasp. Seizing the opportunity, his tongue swept into her mouth, determined to consume her, to devour her from the inside out.
He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against her flushed skin. "Do you know how difficult it was?" His voice was low, rough with desire as he peppered her jaw with kisses and nips. "To wait for another piece of parchment, just so I could catch even a hint of your scent again? Every letter was like a lifeline, each one carrying your delicious fragrance, just for me."
His words, so raw and honest, made her heart race. She could feel his longing, his need for her, in every kiss, every bite. Then, his voice dropped even lower, a whisper that made her toes curl. "And when that red cloth arrived... Each night, I held it close, breathing you in, your scent invading my dreams."
Sesshoumaru punctuated his confession with a sudden, downward thrust of his hips, pressing the hard length of his arousal against her belly. Kagome gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders as the sensation sent a jolt of excitement through her. He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his golden eyes burning with a hunger that made her stomach flip. With another, slow, deliberate roll of his hips, he drew another soft moan from her lips, his gaze never leaving hers.
"This is what you do to me," he went on. "Just the scent of you—of spring, sunlight, and rain—drives me to the edge of madness. But now…" His lips brushed against hers, the kiss feather-light, a promise of what was to come. "Now, I crave more. I need more. I want to know if you taste as sweet as you smell."
His large hands roamed her body as he lowered his mouth to the sensitive skin of her neck, his lips tracing a path of fire down to her collarbone. Each kiss, each caress, left her yearning for more, her body responding to him in ways she never imagined possible. Kagome arched into him, offering herself up to his touch as he continued his exploration, his movements both worshipful and possessive.
Kagome couldn't fathom how Sesshoumaru managed to keep his voice so calm and controlled. Meanwhile, she was a mess—a chaotic swirl of emotions and sensations. Her hands hovered awkwardly, unsure of where to land, as his words wrapped around her like silk. He kept mentioning her scent, but all she could think about was how sweaty she must have been after the battle earlier. And then, his hips collided with hers, and—God—he was huge! Of course he was, given his proportions... Wait, did he just say he wanted to taste her?
The brush of his overly large fangs scraping down the side of her neck snapped Kagome out of her internal panic. His touch was overpowering and everywhere, but it was what he said next that made her entire body flush with heat and embarrassment.
"Did you think about having my tongue deep inside your wet cunt while you touched yourself?" Sesshoumaru's voice was a sultry growl as he whispered filthy words in her ear. "My chambers are saturated in the scent of your arousal. I know how much you wanted me, how much you still do."
Her breath hitched, her mind spinning as his words sank in. The thought of him knowing—of him imagining her that way—made her body hum with a mix of mortification and undeniable heat. Before she could gather herself, he leaned down again, dragging his tongue along the curve of her neck in a slow, tantalizing lick. "You are a very good girl, Kagome," he crooned, his voice vibrating through her, making her thighs quake.
That impossibly deep, dark voice did things to her she never thought possible. It made her want him—no, need him—with a desperation that was foreign to her. Suddenly, her clothing felt too tight, too constricting. The layers of fabric were suffocating, and she needed them off. Now.
"Sesshoumaru…" she breathed, her voice barely a whisper as her hands finally found their way to his chest, nails dragging down the new set of stripes curved over his shoulders. She couldn't wait any longer. The need to feel his skin against hers, to end his torturous teasing. "Please."
The demon lord's golden eyes darkened, a predatory glint flashing in them as he took in her flushed face, her dilated pupils, the way her chest rose and fell with each labored breath. With a low, rumbling growl, Sesshoumaru's hands moved to the ties of her clothing, his fingers deftly undoing them as he kept his gaze locked on hers.
"Patience, my Kagome," he purred, though his own restraint was hanging by a thread. As each layer of her clothing fell away, the fur pelt removed and flung someplace in the room, his eyes roamed over her exposed skin, drinking in every inch of her. "I want to savor you."
But Kagome didn't want patience. She wanted him—all of him—and she wanted him now. Her hands moved to help him, fingers fumbling as she tore away the linen binding from her chest until it pooled around her, leaving her torso bare before him. The cool air against her sensitive skin gave her goosebumps, but it was nothing compared to the anticipation coursing through her veins as she waited for his touch.
Sesshoumaru sat back on his knees, his gaze darkening as it roamed over her newly exposed form. Her breasts, full and inviting, rose and fell with each quickened breath, the soft curves crowned with dusky pink nipples, hardened and eager for his attention. They were utterly mesmerizing—the definition of perfection, and he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Slowly, as if any sudden move would frighten his female, Sesshoumaru reached out. His large, clawed hands hovered just above her skin, his touch delicate at first. The feel of her softness under his calloused palms made his already hard cock ache even more. He cupped her breasts gently, testing their weight, and the way her breath hitched made him want to feel more.
Claws grazed her tender skin, not enough to hurt but enough to send a thrill through her. When his fingers found her nipples, pinching them lightly before rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, Kagome couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips. The sound was music to his ears, a lewd tune just for him.
Her head fell back, eyes squeezing shut as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Each twist, each pull on her sensitive peaks sent jolts of electricity straight to her core, and she could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs. Sesshoumaru, ever observant, noticed every reaction—every gasp, every shiver—and it only spurred him on.
"You like this, don't you?" His voice dripped with dark seduction. "Your body responds so perfectly to my touch, Kagome. It is like you were made for me." He leaned in closer, his hot breath teasing.
His lips found her breast, and he took one of those perfect peaks into his mouth, his tongue swirling around her nipple in slow circles. Every flick of his tongue, every graze of his fangs, was designed to drive her wild. His other hand was equally relentless, fingers teasing and torturing her other breast, refusing to let any part of her go unattended.
"You taste even better than I imagined," he muttered against her skin, his words vibrating through her. "So sweet, so addictive. I could spend forever tasting every inch of you, and it still would never be enough."
Kagome's sole focus was on the way Sesshoumaru's mouth worked over her, his skilled lips and tongue turning her every breath into a gasp, her every nerve into a live wire. But beneath the heady haze of pleasure, a small, insistent voice whispered that she didn't just want to be a passive recipient of his passion—she wanted to give as much as she was receiving.
When his mouth latched onto her other stiff nipple, sucking hard, Kagome couldn't hold back the sharp cry that escaped her. Her hands instinctively dove into the silken strands of his hair, the silver tresses slipping through her fingers like water. When he bit down, tugging lightly at her sensitive peak, she fisted his hair tighter, pulling him closer, pressing him harder against her.
"I—AH!—I want to touch you too," she managed to cry out between gasps. She wasn't content to just lie there, lost in the bliss he was creating. No, she wanted to feel him too—to explore every hard line, every inch of his powerful body. He wasn't the only one who had dreamed of this moment.
Her words seemed to spark something within him, and Sesshoumaru's golden eyes, now tinged with crimson, flickered up to meet hers. There was something in his gaze, something that sent a delicious tingle coursing through her. But beneath that raw hunger, there was also a glimmer of surprise—and approval.
"Kagome," he groaned against her skin, as he reluctantly released her breast. "Your hands on me... that is exactly what I crave." His lips trailed a searing path up her chest, lingering on every inch, before pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the pulse point in her throat.
As she trembled beneath him, Sesshoumaru's breath danced across her lips. "Touch me," he purred. "Explore every part of me. Show me just how much you want this... how much you want me."
But before Kagome could move, he pulled away, the heat of his body suddenly absent as he sat up. His hands were on her, gripping the waistband of her hakama with a possessive force. "But you will have to wait your turn," he growled before giving her a fanged smirk. The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the room as he shredded the last barrier keeping her from him, his claws making quick work of the cloth.
Now, with the last of her clothing discarded, Kagome lay completely bare beneath him, her legs spread wide on either side of his knees, offering him an unobstructed view of her glistening core. The sight of her so exposed had his beast panting. To his surprise, her skin was smooth and hairless where he expected otherwise. He had never lain with a human before, but he had seen them—and like demonesses, they typically had a patch of fur covering their most intimate place. Yet here she was, bare, wet, and utterly perfect.
His gaze devoured her as his clawed finger traced a path from between her swollen breasts, down the gentle curve of her soft stomach, pausing just above her aching center. He could feel her body twitching beneath his touch, the scent of her need thick in the air between them.
Sesshoumaru's lips curved into a wicked grin. "I have been looking forward to this victory meal," he crooned, his eyes now completely red as he licked his lips slowly.
Kagome's brow furrowed in confusion, the meaning of his words lost on her for a brief moment. But before she could ask, he moved, spreading her legs wider and leaning down between them. The predatory gleam in his eyes never wavered, holding her gaze captive as he lowered his mouth closer to her exposed core.
Panic was setting in as she felt his warm breath against her sensitive flesh, the realization of what he was about to do dawned on her. And then, with a measured slowness that made her toes curl, Sesshoumaru's long, dexterous tongue slipped out, grazing her slit with a hunger that left her gasping and spasming in his hold.
His tongue moved with skillful precision, teasing and tasting her, drawing out her every inhale and moan. Kagome's fingers found their way into his silken hair again, gripping tightly as she felt herself unraveling under his touch. Every lick, every swirl of his tongue was a promise of what was to come—a promise that he would not stop until he had claimed every part of her.
Sesshoumaru's eyes never left Kagome's blushing face as he feasted on her, drinking in her reactions. "You taste far better than I imagined," he praised against her slick folds. "But I am not done with you yet... not even close."
For the next half hour, Sesshoumaru reveled in the moment, indulging in the sweet, heady taste of the woman currently writhing in his bed. Kagome was like nothing he had ever experienced—she tasted of sunlight, warm and inviting, with a freshness that reminded him of a dewy morning. Every touch of his tongue against her, every flick and swirl, was a new discovery.
He couldn't get enough. He buried his tongue deep inside her, exploring her with a hunger that seemed insatiable. Each time he withdrew, teasingly pulling away from her heat, Kagome whimpered, her body trembling at the loss, silently begging for more. Her hands clung to his hair, as if grounding herself in the storm of sensations. And every time he returned, every time he delved back into her with that expert tongue, she came apart a little more.
With each strategic curl or swirl, Sesshoumaru found new spots that made her gasp, moan, and arch against him. The way she responded to his touch was exhilarating, a heady mix of power and pleasure that fueled him. He took his time, savoring her taste, the soft, breathless sounds that spilled from her lips as she teetered on the edge of oblivion.
And then, with a particularly wicked roll of his tongue, he found it—the spot that made her shatter. Kagome's entire body tensed, her back bending off the bed as a raw, unrestrained cry tore from her throat. The force of her release crashed through her like a tidal wave, leaving her gasping for breath, her fingers tangled in his hair as if she could hold on to the intensity of the moment.
Sesshoumaru didn't stop. He drew out every ounce of pleasure from her, his tongue still working its magic as she rode the waves of ecstasy. He basked in her favor, drinking in her cries along with her essence, the way her body tightened and then melted beneath him, a quivering, breathless mess.
When Kagome finally floated back down from the peak of ecstasy, her body shaking with lingering aftershocks, Sesshoumaru slowly withdrew from her, his lips and chin glistening with her nectar. He looked up, eyes golden once more as he licked his lips.
"Have I lived up to your expectations, Kagome?" His voice was low and sultry, wrapped around her name like velvet, making sure she felt the weight of every syllable.
Still trying to catch her breath, Kagome reached back down, grabbing a fistful of his tousled silver hair. She tugged, hard enough to make his eyes flash with surprise. "Shut up and come here," she demanded.
A pleased, rumbling growl filled Sesshoumaru's chest as he obeyed, crawling up her twitching form, his mouth colliding with hers with a force that sparked a fire shooting through her veins. His lips were still drenched with her taste, and she moaned into the kiss.
She pressed her palms against his broad chest, pushing him back with a strength that startled him. Sesshoumaru pulled away, his eyes questioning—only for them to widen when a flash of pink light flickered between them. The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back, pinned to the bed by a very determined, very aroused priestess perched atop his still-covered erection.
She peered down at him, her raven hair cascading around her blushing face, and the look in her eyes made him groan. Kagome wasn't just a willing participant; she was taking control, and Sesshoumaru found himself helplessly captivated by the fiery woman who had just flipped the script.
With a teasing grind of her hips, Kagome leaned down, giving his nose a nip. "Now it's my turn, Sesshoumaru. Let's see if you can handle me."
The demon lord had just given her the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life—using nothing but his tongue. Now it was her turn, and she was determined to show him everything she'd learned from Makaira.
"For someone of few words, you've been quite talkative tonight," her voice low and teasing as she ran her nose along the sharp line of his jaw, breathing in his masculine scent. "So it's only fair that I show you how I feel… through what I've learned."
Her words seemed to unravel him just a bit more. A groan slipped from Sesshoumaru's throat when her warm, wet tongue found his earlobe, teasing it before pulling it between her teeth. The soft moan that followed was unlike anything she'd ever heard from him. His hands tightened their grip on her hips, instinctively pulling her down against the hard length of his cock, still trapped beneath his clothes.
The brazen action drew a sharp gasp from Kagome, but she quickly recovered. One of her hands tangled in his hair, tugging hard enough to send a clear message. She bit down gently on his ear, reprimanding him with a playful yet firm nip.
Sesshoumaru's claws slowly relaxed their hold, his obedience surprising yet somehow satisfying. She rewarded him with a soft croon, her voice like honey, as she traced the edge of his ear with her tongue, licking along the sensitive shell. His body shuddered beneath hers, the powerful demon reduced to quivering anticipation by her touch.
Kagome's lips traveled lower, planting soft kisses along his neck, feeling the rumble of his suppressed growls under her mouth. Her fingers drifted over his broad chest, tracing the contours of his muscles, savoring the way they flexed and twitched under her hands.
When her mouth landed on one of the magenta stripes that crested his powerful shoulders and ended on his sculpted chest, Sesshoumaru could no longer hold back the gasp that fell from his lips. The sound was raw, unguarded—a testament to the effect she was having on him. A slow smile spread across her face as she pressed her lips against the sensitive marking, savoring the salty taste of his skin. She gave a long, intentional lick, dragging her tongue down the now slightly jagged stripe, then back up with a teasing flick.
As her lips worshiped the markings, her other hand found its way to his opposite shoulder. Her nails grazed the smooth skin, tracing the pattern of the twin stripes with just enough pressure to make him shiver beneath her. The little vixen on top of him was making him feel things he'd never experienced before. Her intimate touches, the way she explored his body, were gestures reserved for mates.
A low growl rumbled in his chest, one hand burying itself in her onyx hair, gripping the wild strands as if to restrain himself. The other hand held her hip in an almost bruising grip, his claws lightly pressing into her flesh.
"Kagome…" His voice was a plea and a warning all at once. But she didn't stop; if anything, she seemed invigorated by his reaction. Intoxicated by the power she held over him, Kagome gently rocked her hips against his, teasing him with the friction of their bodies. The subtle movement pulled a low curse from his usually controlled lips.
Surprised to hear such a vulgar word from him, Kagome paused and sat up, her eyes searching his face. What she saw took her breath away. Sesshoumaru was panting beneath her. His usually pale cheeks were flushed, and his eyes had darkened to a crimson haze, barely concealing the wild beast simmering just beneath the surface. The sight was mesmerizing—a far cry from the regal and emotionless demon she had known.
A devilish smile curved her lips as she leaned in, brushing her nose along the side of his face. She could feel the tension radiating off his body, every muscle coiled tightly beneath her, ready to spring.
But Kagome wasn't done yet. Slowly, she began her descent, trailing kisses down the hard planes of his chest, each one lingering a bit longer than the last. Her fingers glided across his skin, tracing the taut muscles of his abdomen before finally settling on the stripes that adorned his hips. The markings led her gaze downward, pointing toward the bulge that lay just beneath his hakama.
Settling herself on his massive, rock-hard thighs, Kagome's knees didn't even touch the bedding. She lightly grazed the stripes on his hips, her fingers barely brushing the sensitive skin.
"Fuck…" Sesshoumaru's voice was a husky growl as another curse escaped him. A needy whine bubbled up in her throat, adding to the friction between them. She knew the sound would only make him more impatient, but that was exactly what she wanted—to drive him to the edge, to make him feel the same desperate need he had awakened in her.
Slowly, she began to untie the knot of his pants, the fabric slipping beneath her fingers. Every inch she revealed only heightened her expectation, her heart racing in sync with the heat radiating from his body. Each tug on the silk felt like a countdown to something inevitable, something that would change everything between them.
As the final barrier fell away, Sesshoumaru's powerful erection sprang free, unrestrained by any undergarments. The sight of him—hard, thick, and ready—stole Kagome's breath. She had seen a man's body before, but never like this, never so close and certainly never like him. The sheer size of him was daunting, the pointed tip glistening with beads of precum, curved slightly as though beckoning her touch.
Her mouth went dry as she stared, unsure of how to proceed. Thoughts raced through her mind—was this normal for demons? Did they even have the same anatomy as humans? And just how was she supposed to handle all of… that? The panic must have been clear on her face, because Sesshoumaru let out a deep, rumbling chuckle.
His laughter, so unexpected and rich with amusement, broke through her daze. Kagome's eyes snapped back to his face, catching the mischievous glint in his hooded eyes. The demon lord's arrogance was palpable, but instead of feeling intimidated, it only spurred her on. He thought she couldn't handle him? Well, she'd prove him wrong.
"Impressed, Priestess?" Sesshoumaru's voice was laced with a teasing challenge. His large hands settled on her thighs, guiding her closer until her body was pressed flush against his towering erection. The heat of it against her core was almost frightening.
Kagome's blue eyes glared down at him. Her instincts took over before she could second-guess herself, and her hand shot forward, fingers wrapping around the thick, twitching length of his cock. The instant her skin made contact with his, Sesshoumaru's head fell back, a guttural groan filling the air as his hips instinctively thrust upward into her grip.
"That's not my name," she hissed. Her fingers tightened around him, squeezing the scorching flesh, a silent demand for acknowledgment.
Whatever further retort she had on the tip of her tongue, whatever playful quip she was ready to throw his way, evaporated in an instant. In a flash, Sesshoumaru's patience snapped, and before she knew it, she was on her back again, the world spinning for just a heartbeat before settling into the reality of his powerful body above her.
His red eyes burned, narrowing in both hunger and frustration, and Kagome's courage dissipated.
Sesshoumaru crouched over her, his hands on either side of her head, trapping her beneath him in the most delicious way. His hair fell like a curtain around them, creating a cocoon of white and silver that isolated them from the rest of the world. His breath was hot against her skin as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "You tempt fate, Kagome."
A thrill shot through her at his words, the dangerous edge in his voice only heightening her arousal. She bit her lip, refusing to back down. "I'm not afraid of you, Sesshoumaru," she breathed out.
His eyes flicked to hers, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips—a promise of what was to come. But that didn't mean he would go easy on her. No, her defiance only fueled his desire, making him yearn her even more. She was magnificent, and he would show her just how deeply that affected him.