Kagome didn't have time to process being removed from camp, her mind spinning as Sesshoumaru's mouth covered hers. Claws dug into her skin, but it only heightened her awareness, desperation clinging to them as the wind whipped their hair into a frenzy.
Desire spawned many emotions. The need to succeed, to protect, to survive; but nothing was as potent as this. It left her weak, stealing her breath with every swipe of his tongue. Her skin was overheated, but she knew the chill would return if he pulled away for even a second, and a soft whimper escaped her lips.
His growl reverberated in her ears, sending shivers down her spine, but even as the sharp tang of her blood hit her tongue, she only pulled him closer.
Their surroundings didn't matter; all she wanted—all she needed was him, and as the spark of youki rose goosebumps on her skin, she was lifted off her feet and pinned against something hard.