Sesshoumaru stood before the remnants of the dragon servants who had survived the Southern Palace massacre. Their voices droned on as they discussed crops and the future of the lands. He listened, nodding occasionally as an albino dragon explained which crops would thrive best in the southern soil. Goya and papaya, they said, could be valuable exports to bring more prosperity to the struggling region.
Just as Sesshoumaru was about to offer his thoughts he felt something—a subtle, familiar tingle of reiki wrapping around his ankle. He shifted slightly, trying not to react, unwilling to let hope rise too soon. Was Kagome reaching out or was she merely playing with him? He struggled to focus as the young dragon made his case, but Kagome's persistence only grew stronger, her aura trailing higher and slipping beneath his armor like an intimate caress.
His chest tightened, and he felt warmth spread across his skin, imagining her touch. The reiki drifted down, teasing his senses, until it reached his hakama ties. Sesshoumaru's hitched as the aura twisted around to give his rear a playful zap—a sensation not unlike a pinch. His restraint cracked.
"Katsu," Sesshoumaru called out, his voice huskier than he intended, almost a growl. The general, who had been helping nearby, immediately approached, his eyes shifting between his lord and the bewildered dragons.
"Make a list of all the seeds needed for the upcoming harvest season, and ensure Lord Haruto is responsible for funding it," Sesshoumaru ordered, his words clipped.
Katsu blinked, taken aback slightly but nodded quickly. "Yes, my lord."
Sesshoumaru wasted no time. He turned sharply on his heel, marching briskly away. His beast was stirring in its cage, thrilled by Kagome's attention. He was doing his best to control the heat building within him, but it was impossible to ignore his growing arousal.
As Sesshoumaru approached the tent that had become her sanctuary, he paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself. His aloof and calm demeanor returned, though a glimmer of excitement remained in his golden eyes. He reached out a hand and to his relief the barrier in place allowed him to push aside the entrance flap and step inside.
Expecting to find Kagome the moment he stepped inside, Sesshoumaru paused, momentarily caught off guard by how impeccably clean his temporary home had become. His inhuman eyes swept the room, noting details that had somehow escaped him before—like the rug beside his bed. Has it always been green? The overly large looking glass Lord Haruto had gifted him was no longer covered by a sheet and was sparkling clean, making the room seem bigger. The whole space seemed transformed, filled with small touches that were unmistakably Kagome's, even though she herself was nowhere in sight.
A flicker of panic bubbled up in his chest, a tightness forming there. What if she hadn't forgiven him? What if this was just another cruel test to torment him? He couldn't bear the thought. Without hesitation, he pulsed his aura out, trying to locate her.
"Oh, calm down, I'm right here." Her voice, soft and teasing, called out from somewhere within the tent.
Sesshoumaru turned, his eyes narrowing as he focused on where her voice came from. From behind a folding screen in the corner of the room, she stepped into view, her presence immediately soothing the frantic beat of his heart.
He couldn't contain the low, deep croon that rumbled from his chest when he finally found her. It was as if one of the fantasies he'd entertained during the restless nights away from her had come to life. Kagome was wearing his red and white haori, the fabric hanging loose on her petite frame, the ends brushing against her thighs. Midnight waves of hair cascaded around her heart-shaped face and down her shoulders. Her eyes were enhanced by a dark line of kohl along her lashes, making her sapphire eyes seem even larger and sparkle like constellations in the night sky.
She looked ethereal. Powerful and alluring, with a confidence that made his beast roar with approval.
Kagome moved past him, her bare feet making no sound on the floor as she headed toward the bed. Sesshoumaru turned to follow her movement with his demonic eyes.
She perched on the edge of his meticulously made bed, her fingers playing idly with the sash keeping the haori closed. She looked at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to make the next move.
Sesshoumaru swallowed, his golden gaze darkening, his heart pounding in response. Standing before her, he took in every detail—the way the soft silk of his haori hugged her curves, the light blush on her cheeks, the way her lips parted slightly, as if calling out to him.
"Did you do all of this?" he asked, trying to distract himself from the siren-like power she seemed to possess.
Kagome smiled. "Well, someone had to clean up the mess you made," she said.
He knew she wasn't just referring to the tent and its transformation. Katsu's and Inuyasha's words echoed in his mind—words about speaking plainly, about communication and not simply relying on his instincts.
Taking a deep breath, he swallowed his pride, every instinct fighting against what he knew he had to say. "My behavior towards you was... despicable," he began, his usually steady voice sounding strained. He tried not to fidget under her stare, but it wasn't easy. This wasn't supposed to be happening—the great Lord of the West, feeling so vulnerable, so at the mercy of a human priestess. She was, without a doubt, the only one who could make him feel this way. Disoriented. Humbled.
Kagome, sitting on the bed, tilted her head to the side, her lips forming a small, curious smile as she crossed her legs, revealing more of her sun-kissed thighs. The movement was deliberate, and Sesshoumaru found his eyes lingering on her skin. "Go on," she said, her voice gentle but with an edge that made it clear she wasn't letting him off the hook.
He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted the metallic tang of blood. This had been easier in their quarters back at the Western Shiro—murmuring sweet words, comforting her until she allowed him into her heart. But here, in the wake of what he'd done, seeking true forgiveness was much more difficult.
The demon straightened, forcing himself to meet sapphire again. "Threatening to take you in front of my army... it was reckless and insensitive. I vow never to speak to you in such a vulgar manner again." He hesitated for a moment, his eyes lowering, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "I... am sorry."
The words, so foreign to him, hung in the air between them and for a heartbeat he feared she hadn't heard. But Kagome's face softened, and the tension in the air seemed to lessen. She let out a soft sigh. "I'm also sorry," she said.
Sesshoumaru's eyes widened slightly in surprise. Why was Kagome apologizing?
"I could have handled things better," Kagome admitted, her tone filled with regret. "I shouldn't have escalated things the way I did. We both have a lot to learn about each other, and I know we'll have more fights and miscommunications in the future."
Hearing her speak of a future brought a sense of relief he hadn't realized he'd needed. She was still here. She still wanted to be with him, despite his mistakes. Sesshoumaru let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, some of the tension in his shoulders finally releasing.
Kagome's demeanor suddenly shifted, a blush blooming across her cheeks and spreading down to her neck. Her eyes dropped for a moment before looking up at him again, her lashes fluttering slightly. "Although," she murmured, her voice taking on a different tone, one that made his pointed ears twitch slightly, "I never want you to try and enforce dominance over me like that in public again." She paused, biting her lip before adding, "But... I don't mind it in private."
Sesshoumaru's eyes darkened, the golden hues deepening and slit pupils dilating as he took in her words. Heat spread through his chest and then lower, his beast stirring with interest, with want. She was giving him permission, trusting him, wanting him, despite everything.
"Kagome," he said, her name a reverent whisper on his lips. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and reached out until his fingers brushed against her cheek as if she was the most precious thing in the world. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing for a moment. Slowly, he lowered himself to his knees in front of her, his hands moving to rest on her bare thighs. His eyes level with hers, filled with something raw, something that spoke of the depth of his feelings.
"I will never take your trust for granted again," he promised. His hands slid up her thighs, his thumbs brushing over her skin as his eyes stayed locked on hers. "You are mine, Kagome. But I am just as much yours."
Kagome wiggled on the bed, her thighs squeezing together involuntarily as she tried to remain calm. She had a plan—a very specific, thrilling plan—and she wasn't about to let the imposing dog demon derail her focus. Not today. Not when she was finally ready to take control.
Sesshoumaru's hands were a welcome warmth on her cool skin, but Kagome placed her hands over his and her fingers gently removing his hold on her. She didn't miss the flicker of confusion in his eyes, and she gave him a reassuring smile. "I want to try something different," she said sweetly. She let his hands fall to his sides and motioned for him to stand. He hesitated for a moment but eventually obeyed, rising to his full height without a word.
"Will you let me be the dominant one today?" Kagome asked, her voice steady but filled with a nervous but excited lilt.
For a moment, Sesshoumaru simply stared, his amber eyes narrowing slightly. He must have misheard. After practically humiliating himself earlier—begging for forgiveness and yielding to her—now she wanted him to relinquish control in the most intimate of ways? The very idea seemed almost absurd to him. To let her dominate, for him to submit—such a thing was beneath an Alpha male. No self-respecting demon lord would ever—
But then he saw it: Kagome's pout, her lips soft and inviting, her ocean-blue eyes wide and shimmering filled with something innocent yet seductive. It was as if all his resistance crumbled beneath that look, and Sesshoumaru found himself groaning internally. He was beginning to suspect there was very little he could deny her when she looked at him like that.
His beast was already howling in protest, whimpering at the mere thought of submitting. But Sesshoumaru pushed it down, his gaze softening a bit more. He gave her a single stiff nod, his jaw clenched as he conceded to her request.
Kagome's face lit up, her smile so blinding it was like the sun had just pierced through the canvas roof of the tent and Sesshoumaru felt his heart skip a beat. Knowing he was the one to make her smile in such a way almost made it worth relinquishing control.
She leaned back on her arms like a Queen settling in on her throne, her stare never wavering from his as she gave her first command, "Undress."
Sesshoumaru raised a brow, a hint of surprise mingling with his urge to decline. But he would do as she asked—he had agreed, after all. Slowly his clawed fingers moved to the ties of his armor, loosening the straps before setting each piece down with care. The fire in his eyes made Kagome's breath quicken.
As his armor fell away, revealing the white silk of his under robe, Kagome swallowed, her fingers curling slightly against the sheets beneath her. He untied the sash, letting the silk slip from his broad shoulders. Her eyes roamed his body, taking in every detail—the markings on his shoulders, the smooth, flawless skin, the way his muscles shifted beneath it. He was breathtaking.
Sesshoumaru could feel her leering, and it sent a strange new thrill through him. To see her like this, her eyes filled with want as she looked at him—it made every hesitation, every instinct to resist worth it.
Biting her lip, her cheeks flushed, Kagome felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement. "Good," she said, voice a little shaky but filled with determination. Darkened blue eyes travel down his form pausing at the waistband of his hakama. "Now, the rest," she added, her tone growing bolder.
Sesshoumaru's lips curved into the barest hint of a smirk and his eyes flashing red as he moved to obey. The hakama slid down his legs, pooling at his feet before he stepped out of them and his boots. He stood before her now, completely bare, his body a masterpiece of strength and beauty.
She stood from the bed, beckoning him closer with a finger. "Come here,"
He moved until he was standing right before her. Kagome reached out, her fingers brushing against his large thighs before trailing upwards. Her touch feather-light, her eyes watching the way his muscles twitched beneath her hand.
"Sit down," she ordered and stepped around the very large, very naked demon.
Sesshoumaru obeyed her command like the good dog he was, sitting back on the edge of the bed where she had been moments before. His legs spread wide showing off his hard length standing proudly, his anticipation written across every tense line of his body. His focus locked entirely on her—his little priestess.
Kagome stood in the middle of the tent, her silhouette illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns and scattered candles. She looked ethereal, almost as if she was glowing—a goddess among demons. He had imagined this scenario so many times, envisioning her sneaking into his quarters in the dead of night, dressed only in his clothes, looking just as breathtaking as she did now. But in his fantasies he had always been in control, dictating her every move, every moan. Now, faced with the reality of her in charge, he felt something unfamiliar—a mix of longing and submission that left him almost dizzy.
With steady hands she reached for the sash around her waist and slowly untied it. She let the fabric slide through her fingers, the silk whispering against her skin before falling in a quiet heap at her feet. The oversized haori slipped from her shoulders, the material tumbling down her body like water joining the forgotten pile of Sesshoumaru's clothing on the floor.
For a moment she just stood there, exposed, feeling the cool air on her bare skin. But the nervousness that had been gnawing at her vanished the instant she saw Sesshoumaru's reaction. His eyes darkened with a crimson haze and his breath came out faster. He brought a hand down, wrapping it around his cock, his fingers tightening as he began to stroke himself slowly. A low hiss of pleasure escaped his lips and Kagome's entire body was suddenly hot. It was intoxicating to watch him, to see the way his body reacted to her, the way his jaw clenched and his muscles jumped.
She could feel her confidence growing, fueled by the way his predatory eyes watched her, the way his clawed hand worked over his arousal. Slowly she approached him, her hips swaying ever so slightly. She could practically feel her heart pounding as her pulse thrummed in her ears.
When she reached him she placed her hands on his wide shoulders, her fingers grazing the smooth, firm muscles there. She leaned down her lips brushing against his ear before she ran her nose along the side of his face.
Sesshoumaru let out a low rumble, his free hand moving to rest on her hip where claws lightly grazed her skin. There was something undeniably exhilarating about this—to feel her power over him. The intensity of her blue gaze, the fire in her, it was enough to make him forget every instinct to resist.
Kagome moved to straddle him, her knees resting on either side of his thighs as she lowered herself onto his lap. Her hands trailed down his chest, her fingers tracing the markings. Then she brought her lips to his, her kiss soft at first, teasing, before deepening, her tongue sliding against his, claiming him.
He let out a groan and his hand moved from his cock to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. He could feel her body pressed against his, her warmth, her soft breasts, and it drove him wild.
Sesshoumaru's lips followed hers instinctively when Kagome pulled back. But she placed a firm hand on his chest, pushing him away with a teasing smile. He growled softly, his impatientance mounting as his swollen length throbbed while pressed against her stomach, aching for her touch.
Blue eyes sparkled with mischief and without breaking eye contact she began to scoot backward. Her body slid down his until she was kneeling between his spread legs, the position putting her face to face with the evidence of his growing desire. Her breath was warm against the sensitive skin, and Sesshoumaru's entire body tensed in anticipation.
The pointed tip was already glistening, a bead of precum forming and slipping down the flushed shaft. She ran a finger along the underside, gathering the milky bead of precum. Sesshoumaru's jaw clenched, his breath coming out in ragged puffs as he watched her bring the finger to her lips.
Slowly, she parted those sweet plump lips, slipping the wet digit into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it sensuously. Her eyes hooded slightly, a soft moan escaping her as if savoring the exquisite taste of him. Sesshoumaru's entire body shivered, a purr rumbling low in his chest at the sight. His hands clenched the sheets beneath him, claws tearing into the fabric as he fought against the urge to pull her onto him.
But Kagome wasn't done. She leaned in until her lips brushed over his cock. Her lips curled into a seductive smile and she leaned closer as her tongue darted out to flick against the tip.
Sesshoumaru sucked in a sharp breath, his hips jerking slightly at the contact. She chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against his cock, and it sent a shiver down his spine all the way to his balls. Her tongue traced a slow path up the underside of him, her fingers wrapping around the base, her touch gentle yet firm. She took her time enjoying the feel of him, taking note of the way he reacted to her every movement.
Finally, Kagome wrapped her lips around the tip, her tongue swirling around the head as she began to take him into her mouth. Sesshoumaru's head fell back, a deep groan escaping him. A hand moved to rest on her head and his fingers threading through her raven hair as she began to move, her lips sliding down his length, taking him deeper, her mouth hot and wet around him.
She moved slowly, dark ocean eyes flicking up to watch his reactions, the way his breath hitched, the way his body tensed and relaxed before her. She could feel the way his fingers tightened in her hair, the way his hips bucked slightly, trying to push deeper to force her to take more. She loved seeing him like this—so undone, so vulnerable, all for her. It was addicting.
He could feel the pleasure building, the heat coiling in his belly, his entire body trembling with the effort it took to hold back. She was torturing him, drawing out every moment, every sensation, her mouth and hands working in perfect tandem. And yet, he loved every second of it—the way she made him feel, the way she looked at him, the way her lips curled into that teasing smile around him.
"Kagome…" he moaned, his voice deep and husky. She hummed softly in response, the vibration sending another unexpected wave of pleasure through him. His entire body was on edge, every nerve alight and blazing like never before.
Kagome pulled back, her lips leaving him with a soft pop and her tongue flicking out to catch the trail of saliva that connected them. She smiled up at him with her fingers still wrapped around the thickest part of his cock, stroking him slowly as she leaned in and her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his thigh.
"Did you enjoy that, My Lord?" she asked, her voice soft, almost sweet. She could see the way his body shook, the way his muscles strained beneath his skin as he looked down at her with his gaze dark and filled with crimson.
"Yes," he breathed out. There was no pride, no arrogance—just raw need, a desire that burned through every fiber of his being. He was hers, completely and utterly, and at that moment, he would have done anything she asked just to feel her mouth again.
To Sesshoumaru's dismay, Kagome stood, his fingers slipping free from the black locks. His amber gaze dropped immediately to the glistening wetness between her parted thighs. The sight made his mouth water, his tongue flicking out to wet his fangs in hunger. She had him absolutely bewitched.
"Lay back on the bed."
There wasn't a second of hesitation as Sesshoumaru complied, his body moving to obey her words. The curiosity of what she planned next fueled his eagerness. His former reluctance about being submissive was now nonexistent—after the way she had just used her mouth on him, his entire being craved whatever came next. Even his beast was practically wagging its tail with anticipation.
Once Sesshoumaru lay sprawled across the bed, Kagome climbed up, taking her time to crawl over him, her skin whispering against his like a tantalizing promise. She let her slick heat graze his taut abdomen, a soft sigh escaping her lips and feeding the blazing fire in his gaze. She straddled his waist, her thighs cradling his ribs, her warmth pressed intimately against his body.
She paused, her eyes drifting over his sculpted body as if savoring each detail. Her gaze turned and lingered on his throbbing cock behind her still aching for release. With a playful smirk, Kagome twisted her body, turning until her ass hovered above his face, her knees framing his head like an offering.
Her scent overwhelmed him, that musky sweetness that made his senses spin. He had the perfect view of her, her folds practically sparkling just above him. They were flushed and inviting like a ripe peach. Instinct took over, his hands moving to her hips, guiding her down, her wet heat descending until it was hovering just above his lips, so close he could almost taste her.
But before he could indulge, her hot mouth enveloped his shaft, inch by inch, her lips trailing fire along him. A groan was ripped from his throat, hips jerking reflexively, her name escaping in a growl muffled against her supple thighs.
He gripped her hips tighter, pulling her down until her dripping folds met his mouth. He wasted no time—his tongue darted out, parting her softness, savoring her arousal in long, indulgent strokes. Kagome shivered above him, her moan vibrating around his length as she rocked herself closer to his mouth, her movements desperate and hungry.
Kagome hummed around his cock, her pace teasing, her lips sliding up and down, creating an exquisite friction. She pulled back, her tongue tracing lazy circles around the sensitive head while her hand stroked the base, making him moan, his body going taut beneath her.
Sesshoumaru flicked his tongue over her clit then sealed his lips around it and sucked, causing her thighs to quiver above him. Each muffled moan that escaped her lips sent jolts of pleasure straight through him, urging him to tease harder, to make her lose control as her body responded to his every touch.
She glanced back, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide with desire as her breath caught as she whimpered, rocking back against his face. Sesshoumaru growled in response, pulling her down more firmly, his tongue relentless, working her until she cried out, her voice broken with pleasure.
"That's it," she gasped, her voice ragged, teetering on the edge of surrender.
Kagome leaned forward, taking his length back into her mouth. She descended slowly, cherishing each inch until her lips were flush against the base, his heat filling her throat as she moaned. Sesshoumaru snarled, claws tightening against her soft skin, his hips bucking as his release was suddenly pulled from him, sending spurt after spurt of his cum down her throat as she swallowed greedily.
Lost in his own rapture, Sesshoumaru's tongue plunged deeper, twisting inside her, unerringly finding that sweet spot. Kagome's senses were overloaded, his taste, his scent, and the relentless pleasure overwhelming her, making her gasp around his cock as her body convulsed, her core clenching around his probing muscle.
His fingers found her swollen clit, tracing slow, purposeful circles, matching the rhythm of his tongue. Then, his other hand moved and his thumb found her rear entrance. He pressed against it gently, then slowly pushed in, her muscles tightening and back arching in response. Kagome's vision blurred, her body trembling uncontrollably as the tension coiled tighter, each flick of his tongue and press of his thumb driving her closer until she had to pull back releasing his spent cock and coughing softly while her lips were still tingling with the remnants of his release.
Sesshoumaru's mouth lingered on her, his tongue dragging over her sex with long, teasing laps, savoring her like a precious delicacy. He purred softly, unwilling to relent, his beast demanding more.
"Sesshoumaru," she moaned, her voice a raspy plea as her body twitched under his electric touch. He groaned, squeezing her supple flesh, his tongue delving deeper until he found that perfect angle again, the spot that made her melt.
Kagome's eyes rolled back and her breath caught in her throat as the next climax tore through her, raw and powerful. She cried out, her screams echoing as she bucked against his mouth, his thumb pressing deeper, enhancing the intensity.
Slowly, her body went limp, her muscles loosening as the pleasure ebbed, leaving her breathless and spent. He dragged his tongue over her one last time, indulging in the sweetness that still lingered.
Kagome managed to pull herself off Sesshoumaru's face, her body seeking a moment's reprieve from his beast's relentless hunger. Catching her breath before turning around to straddle his waist and facing him again. The look he gave her—a mix of satisfaction, impatience, an unquenchable lust—was nothing short of exhilarating.
She licked her lips as she wiped a bit of his seed from her chin with the back of her hand. Sesshoumaru's face shined from her arousal. Kagome smirked and leaned down to clean the traces of herself off his skin with her tongue. Grooming one's mate—especially an Alpha—was an act of deep intimacy and trust, a gesture of devotion and care. He had washed her hair and bathed her countless times during their stay at the Shiro, and now, she could finally reciprocate.
The taste of herself on his lips sent another fire coursing through her veins, stoking her desire into an inferno. Her core throbbed, desperate for something larger to be buried deep inside her. She broke the kiss, her breath ragged, and pushed herself up onto her knees. Her hand slipped between their bodies, fingers curling around his still-hard length.
Their eyes locked, and without breaking that magnetic gaze, Kagome shifted her hips positioning herself above his throbbing cock. Slowly—agonizingly slowly—she lowered herself until the thick head brushed her entrance. She bit her lip, a shiver running through her as she felt him breach her, the pressure building as she sank down and her body stretching to accommodate his girth.
She then rose, letting the head slip free, only to sink back down again, each movement drawing him deeper. Her pace was torturous, leaving Sesshoumaru panting beneath her and claws digging into her hips until they drew blood. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her, to feel her tight heat completely encase him but he let her set the rhythm allowing her to use his body for her pleasure.
Kagome took him in inch by inch until she was fully seated. She gasped, marveling at how her body adjusted to fit him, how he filled her so completely. For a moment, she savored the sensation—the fullness, the stretch, the heat of him throbbing inside her. She rocked her hips in a testing movement and a low moan spilled from her lips.
Sesshoumaru groaned while his eyes remained fixated on her—face flushed, swollen lips parted, her breasts bouncing softly with each roll of her hips. She was a vision, his little Goddess, taking her pleasure from him. He was always in control, always the one to lead to decide how they moved together. And yet, as Kagome rode him with her nails digging into his chest, he found himself mesmerized.
Kagome's movements started to become more fluid and practiced, her hips rocking and moving in circling as she built a speed that had her gasping for air. She could feel every ridge, every twitch, as he filled her, hitting places that made her see stars. Her eyes flicked open, meeting his, and the lust in his gaze sent a shiver through her.
"That's a good boy," she whispered, her voice breathless as her hips came down harder, faster. Her hands slid up his chest to his shoulders, her fingers curling against the stripes and hard muscle beneath. "Just stay still…"
Sesshoumaru's body was vibrating with the effort it took to keep still beneath her, fangs bared as his restraint frayed. Her words—those teasing, sultry words—drove him right to the edge.
Suddenly, she paused and leaned in close, her breath was hot as she whispered the two most beautiful words Sesshoumaru had ever heard.
"Fuck me."
Sesshoumaru's snarl ripped through the tent, a feral sound that seemed to make the very air tremble. His hips snapped up meeting Kagome's descent with an untamed force that left her crying out. His hands clamped down on her hips, his claws digging further into her flesh as he seized control, guiding her with a bruising grip.
His upper body surged up, capturing her lips in a fierce demanding kiss. Their tongues collided, and his growls reverberated against her mouth as he devoured her. The kiss was wild and consuming, hot and hungry, making Kagome feel like she was melting under his touch.
Their kiss broke with a hiss, her blunt teeth tugging at his bottom lip making him snarl low in his throat. Without warning, Sesshoumaru's arm coiled around her waist flipping them over with a fluid, effortless movement. Kagome landed on her back and her hair splayed across the sheets like a dark halo as he loomed over her like a predator who just caught his prey.
There was no pause, no hesitation. He hooked his arms under her thighs, lifting her hips as he thrust into her—hard and fast. Silver hair cascaded around them like a shimmering curtain, his powerful movements causing the strands to flow like water in motion. The force of each thrust sent her breasts bouncing, the intensity almost too much to bear. The power behind his motions and the primal way he claimed her overwhelmed her senses, sending her hurtling toward the edge.
Her release hit like a tidal wave, crashing over her and drowning her in a flood of ecstasy. Kagome threw her head back, her vision going dark as she cried out his name, her body tightening around him. Sesshoumaru didn't let up; his hips were a blur, his guttural growls blending with her cries and the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the tent.
As the tide of her climax ebbed, Kagome opened her eyes, finding Sesshoumaru above her. His own eyes were squeezed shut, his fangs bared, his expression strained as though he was holding something back. She reached up, cupping his face with her hands, her thumbs brushing over the jagged magenta stripes on his cheeks. His eyes opened, the crimson glow receding slightly as he looked down at her, his thrusts slowing to a deep, rolling rhythm that made her gasp with every plunge.
"What's wrong?" Her voice breathless, barely more than a gasp.
A low groan rumbled from his chest as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his brow furrowing as if struggling for words. When he finally spoke his voice was hoarse, strained.
She blinked, unable to understand him. Her fingers threading through his silken hair and her lips brushing his cheek in a gentle, reassuring kiss.
Sesshoumaru pulled back, his gaze meeting hers, golden eyes searching for something she couldn't name. His voice was raw with need and tinged with hesitation as he whispered his plea again.
"Will you allow me to knot you?"