Sesshoumaru's head continued to spin long after he'd retracted his claws from the tree. His chest heaved with the force of his release, and he could feel Kagome shifting in and out of consciousness. He needed to find a more comfortable position, one that would allow him to care for her in the aftermath, but he was less inclined to move with how she was plastered against his body.
Even with instincts still clawing at him for more, the logical side of his mind knew he would have to wait to claim her again.
He snorted at the word, the slow drag of her tongue across his shoulder setting his teeth on edge. She'd been too far gone by the end, unaware of her actions, but he would not—could not—fault her for it.
He'd planned on marking her, as was his right, considering her blatant claim with the kimono, but she'd beaten him to it.