InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Midnight Passions ❯ Chapter 2

Chapter 2

 

Kagome sat in the middle of the huge four poster bed she shared with Sesshomaru, pulling a brush through her long, dark hair. She knew they'd be bringing InuYasha inside eventually, knew exactly where they'd be taking him and wondered briefly and a bit foolishly if she'd be able to sneak down to see him. Not that he'd WANT to see her, she expected. He probably hated her right now. Hated and despised her. She shivered, reaching for the robe that lay near the bottom of the bed.

 

Shrugging into it, she got up off the bed and walked to the mirror, reaching out to touch its cold surface. Would he finally succumb? Would he give in to Sesshomaru's demands and punishments? Sesshomaru was a feared and well respected leader, known throughout the dark underworld they traveled in. Charismatic, beautiful, intelligent and sometimes cruel… yet he'd never been cruel to her. He'd always treated her with respect, taken care of her. She'd never forgotten that, ever. She loved him, wanted and needed him like no other. He'd made sure of that from the beginning, that her ties to him would be so strong that no person, place or thing could tear them apart. She didn't know how she had ever survived without him. She didn't remember ever having been without him.

 

“Kagome.”, Sesshomaru spoke softly from the doorway. She turned, looking at him, her gray eyes meeting his own.

 

"Sesshomaru.”, she murmured, her heart thumping against her ribs. God, he was beautiful! She wanted to touch him, lick him, bite and suck him until he moaned her name over and over again, his hands fisted in her hair. Walking over to him, she reached for his hand, pulling him into the room with her.

 

“You lit candles.”, he said, his eyes picking up the glow of at least thirty that she'd taken the time to light for them. He deeply inhaled their spicy scent.

 

“They're new. Sandalwood.”, she said, looking up at him. Tall and powerful he was; she was indeed his slave in every sense of the word.

 

“I missed you tonight.”, he said, reaching forward to cup her cheek in his hand. She leaned into it, grabbed it in her own and kissed the palm.

 

“I missed you.”, she replied.

 

“I need you, Kagome. I need you to be mine forever. I want you. I have to have you.”, he said, the urgency in his voice plain to hear.

 

“And I you, Sesshomaru. I love you.”, she whispered, slipping her hands to the buttons on his shirt.

 

“Ahhh, you LOVE me…”, he chuckled, his eyes never leaving her as he watched her begin to unclothe him. Her fingers were nimble and warm against his chest and in an instant, he'd grabbed them, pulling them to his mouth to suck greedily on each finger as he moaned in obvious pleasure. She must NEVER leave him… EVER. He wouldn't be able to bear it. She was his soul mate, his lover, his partner, the other half of him.

 

He scooped her up into his arms, pressing her body against his own as he lay her gently atop their bed. Looking up for a moment, he caught their reflections in the mirror behind the carved headboard and smiled.

 

“Sesshomaru?”, Kagome whispered. “Why do you smile?”

 

“I was just thinking how glad I am that the myths surrounding us are mostly untrue. For instance, this mirror. If the myth were TRUE, we'd never have the pleasure of watching ourselves as we make love, now would we?”, he said, crawling over her so that his knees straddled her lower body.

 

“That's very true. I was thinking the very same thing… well, sort of… before you came in.”, she smiled, reaching up to twirl a soft silver curl around her finger.

 

“Oh yes? How's that?”, he asked, leaning down to place a kiss on her sexy mouth.

 

“I was brushing my hair and looking in THAT one.”, she pointed, indicating the ornate silver mirror that hung on the wall opposite their bed. “And enjoying it very much.”

 

“Were you now?” he teased, licking over her full lower lip. “And you couldn't wait for ME so that I might watch you brush your hair as you looked at yourself?”, he pouted.

 

“I'm sorry, Lover. I promise to make it all up to you.”, she soothed, her hand straying to his shoulder. She never tired of stroking over his baby smooth skin. “Maybe you'd let me finish undressing you for a start?”, she asked, fingers sliding inside his shirt to rub over his firm chest.

 

“I'd love that. Please.”, he grinned, sitting back on his haunches as she reached up to finish what she'd earlier started. Three more buttons remained and these she eased through their openings, smiling in pure delicious satisfaction when the soft black shirt parted to completely reveal his heavily muscled torso to her.

 

“You like that, eh?”, he growled, pressing his groin to hers.

 

“You know I do. You're a work of art, my Sesshomaru.”, she murmured, her fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns down his chest. “You're gorgeous.”

 

“As are you, my little witch.”, he chuckled, loving the feel of her long fingernails against the skin of his lower belly. He'd been aroused since he'd seen her in the alley with his little brother, his long, lost little brother. Or was he, himself the long, lost one? He grinned to himself; an inside joke but one only HE could understand.

 

She moved her fingers quickly to his jeans, rubbing down the outside of his muscular thighs and inward to his crotch. Taking him gently in her hand, she allowed her palm to press against his thickness and sighed.

 

Making love with Sesshomaru was a part of her life she'd never give up and she'd realized that from the very first time. He was a master at making love to her and took pride in having her orgasm by as many different means and methods as he could possibly uncover. Her satisfaction was tantamount to his own and she KNEW this and adored him for it. But just the THOUGHT of having him deeply embedded inside her was enough to make her quiver, and having him inside her, well - there was and never HAD been anything that would or could compare to it. He was a phenomenal lover.

 

“My beautiful Kagome, are you dreaming of making love?”, he whispered, closing his eyes as he reveled in her touch. No woman had ever touched him the way Kagome did, no woman's touch had ever affected him the way hers did.

 

“And what would you say if I were?”, she laughed - a throaty, sexy sound. He could well and truly understand how InuYasha had fallen completely under the vixen's spell.

 

“I'd say we shouldn't waste anymore time BUT that we should take it slow tonight. I want to be inside you for an eternity, my love. Does that set right with you?”, he asked as he reached down to stroke over her breasts through flimsy, sheer fabric. The robe she'd wrapped herself in before he'd come into the room was a soft one, thin and nearly transparent. He could, in fact, clearly see every ridge, bump and indentation that made up both her lovely, dark colored nipples.

 

“Oh yes. That sounds wonderful. Shall I finish the job that you are determined to keep me from?”, she teased, sliding her hands up to the waistband of his jeans.

 

“By all means.”, he smiled, raising himself a bit as she slid the button through and the zip down. Putting her hands to his hips, she pulled on the denims until she had them halfway down his tanned thighs.

 

“On your back, Lover.”, Kagome whispered wickedly and pushed at his shoulders as she rose up from underneath him.

 

She'd never have been able to do it alone; he far outweighed her, was much more powerful… but the image it projected in HIS mind turned him on immensely. Something about her taking control in their bed just did a number on him, made him almost a puddle at her feet. He wondered if she knew it… decided it best if she didn't.

 

She sat between his sprawled legs, her back to him as she tugged at the jeans until they were dangling from the ends of his feet. Pulling them the rest of the way off, she ran her fingers between his toes and bending one leg at the knee, pressed a soft kiss to the inside of his ankle.

 

She heard him moan; a low, harsh sound that seemed to come from the depths of his chest. She knew he loved being touched, loved being pampered almost as much as he loved to dominate her.

 

The touch of his hands on her back had her turning to him, a shy smile lighting her pretty features.

 

“My little gypsy lover, take off your robe for me.”, he insisted, turning her fully toward him with just one touch. She sat facing him, her legs curled underneath her as she quickly untied the sash and he pushed it from her shoulders, watching as it fell to her waist.

 

“God, how do you do it, Kagome? How? You're even more lovely than you were last night and the night before. I don't understand.”, he whispered, his palms flat against her breasts, just barely touching her.

 

“The same as you, Sesshomaru. It's in the blood.”, she said softly, catching his eye.

 

“Mount me.” he said at once, his hand going to his massive cock to longingly stroke over it. His bottom inched off the bed, his eyes closed as he waited for her to move atop him.

 

She slowly rose to her knees, the robe pooling around her there. Looking down on him, she couldn't help the little sigh that escaped her. Pure pleasure, pure intense satisfaction time after time.

 

His cock was thick, hard and straining so for her that she found she could hardly stand it! Sliding a fingertip against the wet tip, she felt him jerk in response, the fire in his eyes brighten.

 

“Now, Kagome… no games… not tonight.”, he warned. She looked to him and a shiver swept down her spine. She knew what he required and why; she also knew she was the ONLY one that could EVER give it to him because all he really needed was her.

 

Surprised out of her reverie, she felt his hands grip her hips when she hadn't moved quickly enough to suit him, felt him dragging her across his body. His eyes were liquid golden pools, fiery, blazing. She spread her knees over him as best she could, moaning when he entered her quickly, savagely.

 

“Oh, Kagome…”, he groaned, slipping out of her seconds before plunging himself back in. Her hands gripped his as she brought them, clasped, up between their bodies, her eyes never straying from his magnificence.

 

“Sesshomaru.”, she hissed, riding him to her own rhythm when he seemed to lag behind for a moment. He cried out, wanting to possess her even more than he already did, needing her far more than she could possibly know.

 

He felt so good as he moved inside her, filled her to nearly painful proportions. She was lucky he was her man, her master… and she intended to show him just how lucky she felt she was.

 

Letting go of his hands, she lifted her arms above her as she slowed to nearly a crawl on him. His savage moans beneath her let her know he was going just where she intended to take him. Sesshomaru was incomparable in the throes of passion, something she enjoyed to the fullest.

 

His fingers moved up her ribs and to the undersides of her full bosom, lifting the firm tanned mounds, squeezing them. Between thumb and forefinger, he plucked at her nipples until she was the one crying out in a sensual mixture of pleasure and pain.

 

Expertly and swiftly, he flipped her to her back, using the power of his strong legs to wrap around her waist. Now atop her, he lifted her by the backs of her thighs until her bottom left the mattress and with an inhuman growl, thrust his still starving cock up into her.

 

She bit down on her lip, a cry escaping her as wave after wave of pleasure seeped into and out of her body. She could feel her own heat and moisture mixing with his, feel her passions spiraling ever upward and knew that he was beside her every step of the way.

 

“Sesshomaru… Oh!”, she moaned as she felt him shoot his load deeply into her. It burned, hot and thick, making her twist and turn underneath him as her own climax took hold.

 

How had he ever lived without her? He didn't have a clue. He only knew that he must NEVER realize what it was to NOT have her. He'd found her, he'd made her, molded her as his own. If this was love then by the grace of all, he was in love but he'd never known true love, so how could he be sure?