InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stealing Heaven ❯ Crossing Boundaries ( Chapter 33 )

(I am sorry that it has taken me a while to get this update out, aside from being extremely busy recently and horribly exhausted it was just proving difficult to get this particular chapter off the ground.)

Chapter Thirty-Three

Crossing Boundaries

A delicious shiver ran through her body as he sighed into her waiting mouth. She didn't know if it was a sigh of longing, or resign- that he was simply no longer able to fight what was between them- nor did she care which it was. Kagome forced her wobbly legs straight to stand on her toes, eagerly darting her tongue between his lips; she could not have cared less that he tasted of the unpleasant mixture of alcohol and black coffee. This was Taisho Sesshomaru, that alone made the true taste unimaginably sweet and pure to her.

She savored the feel of his strong, warm hands sliding over her, low to cup her bottom and pull her tightly against him then upward, one hand pressing against the small of her back with splayed fingers. As his other hand moved under her arm and continued forward, slipping between their bodies to delicately grasp at her breast, she couldn't help the pleasant little tremor that shot through her, setting off that sweet, throbbing pulse between her thighs.

He broke the kiss, his breath escaping in short, ragged bursts as he dragged his lips across her cheek, down the line of her jaw and lower still until he was nibbling eagerly at the side of her throat. Sesshomaru pulled his mouth away for only a moment then to shake his head . . . he couldn't be feeling that bothersome, instantaneous exhaustion again . . . . Not now.

Kagome felt the thundering pace of her heart still for a moment as he paused, but no sooner could she allow herself to think upon it than had his mouth returned, his teeth and tongue scraping and caressing the lobe of her ear, eliciting a small, pleading moan from her.

Too late did she feel the chill run up her spine.

“What have I awakened to, little priestess?” The Thief's voice murmured ever so softly in her ear.

She let that chill work its way into a full tremble, shaking through her limbs in a mix of fear and anger as she scrambled suddenly to pull away from him. “How dare you come out now! Do you even know what you just . . . .”

The way her words drifted off said it all, even as she struggled against his immovable arms, she knew he was always aware- he always knew. She froze at that realization, wide blue eyes locking on strangely pleasant-seeming gold ones.

“I know well what I interrupted,” he confirmed, giving the faintest half-grin, releasing a hint of his power to curl around her, but didn't continue speaking until he saw her reaction- until her eyes clouded just a little, until the lids began to droop. “And it is good that I did.”

“Wha-?” Kagome shook her head, fighting against the sudden arousal tickling over her skin, teasing at the most delicate bits of her flesh. “No, it isn't. How can you even say that? This moment was all we had. Who knows how long it'll be before I can be with him like this again?”

Nah Rah Ku shook his head, ignoring easily that she was beginning to struggle against him once more as he began massaging the breast so thoughtfully already placed beneath his hand. “That is exactly why I had to interrupt.” He licked his lips, lowering his face until his mouth was hovering just above hers, his power continuing to leak out of him and into her in a slow, steady pulse. “If I had not stopped him, he would have stopped himself. He would have pushed you away and closed himself off.”

She could feel her body reacting to him- could feel that warm, embarrassing dampness between her legs begging her to respond to him. “You don't know that!”

“Do I not?” He began walking then, moving her with him, to the side and then back, around the furniture until he had her pinned against the wall. “He would have come to his senses and stopped and you know that. Not only this, but he would use this unguarded moment in the future as reason to keep you at arms' length, but that you know as well.”

Kagome opened her mouth to protest, only to be cut off- as much by the hand that had been at her back shooting forward to press a finger to her lips as by the way he ground his pelvis against her, sending a reluctant surge of warm pleasure through her.

“Let us suppose that he did not stop . . . that he allowed himself this night with you.” Once more he paused, slipping the hand from her mouth down, back along her side- continuing to ignore her feeble, and slowly waning, attempts to push at his chest- and down around the back of her thigh. He delighted in the vaguely startled look in her eyes, in how obvious it was that she had to fight to maintain her anger, as he lifted her leg and pulled it to rest over his hip. “He has revealed all that he is to you now . . . he would have laid with you and realized you are a virgin.”

He is right, that little voice in the back of her mind admitted bitterly, her struggles ceasing in spite of herself.

“He was a husband and a father. He has lived through the death of his own child . . . so much more than mere time separates you; it is the experiences those years have brought you as well. You do not know this, but that difference in your years is one of the main factors in the distance he had once kept from you.” The demon tipped his head to one side, keeping his gaze on hers. “When he came to understand that he was your first, do you really think that would not gnaw at him? That it would not simply be a reminder of how very far you still are from one another?”

She lowered her eyes, sinking her teeth painfully deep into her bottom lip. “Then . . . I can't . . . .” Kagome lifted them again, feeling tears threatening to swim in them- if it was true now, what was to stop it from being true in another few years when they would finally have the freedom to be together- and was dimly shocked to see what almost looked like compassion in Nah Rah Ku's eyes. “I don't know what to do.”

And she was having so much trouble thinking clearly- between her worries about Sesshomaru, The Thief's power rippling over her skin and his uncharacteristic kindness in this moment, she wasn't sure how to feel about anything.

He reached up, cupping her face with his hands and gently tipped her head forward, pressing his lips to her forehead before murmuring. “If you cannot give him this night with you . . . you can give him the memory of it.”

He was only touching her face and yet it felt as though his fingers were caressing her everywhere, stroking over her limbs, teasing at her nipples, slipping between her legs even as he pressed his hips forward suddenly, forcing a violent shiver of ecstasy through her. She knew what he was saying- he'd mentioned this before, giving his moments with her to Sesshomaru as dreams . . . . The only man she ever wanted to be with was Sesshomaru, but . . . if being with him this first time would only shove a wedge between them . . . .

And her body was aching with want already, pleading with her to give in, to let him do whatever he liked to her- everything he did felt good, after all. No one will know but you two, her mind whispered and she wondered if even her own thoughts were turning against her or trying to help her see the truth of the situation.

Her eyes drifted closed, then, understanding that there was no way to know which decision was the correct one. “And I won't be like the others?”

“Hmm?” was all he said as he feathered his lips over her eyelids and pulled back again.

“You won't kill me?”

He waited until she opened her eyes, until she was looking at him again. “I will never put an end to you, little priestess.”

It seemed a few moments passed before he realized that she was giving in to him, yet the second that realization dawned in his expression he was already whipping her shirt up over her head and tossing it aside. He all but tore her bra off, eagerly lifting her breasts to his mouth.

Kagome let her head fall back, rolling against the wall behind her as he suckled at her nipple, catching it between his teeth and flicking his tongue over it until it became pebble-hard and then moving to the other one. He pulled back just long enough to remove his own shirt, but before she had even a second to appreciate the view he was on her again, pressing her body between the wall and his own as he once more raised her leg over his hip.

She choked out a surprised little moan as he began thrusting his hips forward against her, pushing his already hardened length between her thighs. For a moment, the fear shot through her- skittering and brief- on whether or not this would hurt. Wasn't it supposed to?

His hands grasped her hips, pulling her down against his movements, forcing coherent thought from her mind as her limbs reflexively wrapped around him, letting him support her weight. Every intake of breath pushed her hardened nipples tight against his chest, adding to the sweet, aching pulse between her legs.

“Would you like to move to someplace a bit more comfortable, little priestess?” He murmured, once more nibbling at her earlobe as he awaited her answer.

“N- no,” she mumbled feeling that warm pressure beginning to build, “if . . . if there's any blood- virgins usually bleed at least a little, right- it'll . . . be easier to clean up here than on a bed.”

“As you wish,” he whispered, grinding against her harder, still, as he noticed her body starting to go taut.

Kagome closed her eyes, picturing Sesshomaru in front of her, Sesshomaru holding her and rocking against her. Nearly before she was ready for it the orgasm washed over her, tearing little, echoing moans from her throat. She didn't open her eyes again until it was ending, until her body was able to move again, rocking her in sharp, trembling motions against him.

Those golden orbs were glowing and she found herself dimly, distantly hoping that after tonight he would be sated enough that she would not see him for a while. She ignored that it felt wrong to think that way- that it seemed as though she was finally using him as much as he was using her. But if such was the case, than was there truly anything for her to feel guilty about, or did she simply have an overactive conscience?

Only after she stilled did he move back from her, allowing her to set her feet to the floor and steady herself before he disrobed her completely. It might have been a more embarrassing moment if she wasn't so acutely aware that he'd seen her stark naked before. Taking her hand, he guided her to lie on the floor, letting her watch him as he finished undressing himself.

Her heart skipped a beat as her gaze wandered over him- he looked exactly the same as he had that night so many months ago at the excavation site. She reminded herself, happily and perhaps even somewhat greedily, that this was Taisho Sesshomaru's body . . . that someday when this was all over, what she was looking at now would be all hers- body, heart and soul.

Nah Rah Ku knelt beside her, slowly and delicately parting her legs. For a long moment, he simply stared at the bit of her he'd just exposed and Kagome couldn't help the blush flaring in her cheeks even after all this time. His gaze lifted, brushing over her form and finally lifting to lock on her face as he eased two fingers inside of her.

If it was possible, the mewling noise she made, the exquisite expression on her face made him only harder, still, as he withdrew his fingers nearly entirely and entered her again several times. She was so wet, so warm, so perfectly tight. The way she lifted her hips, raising her body of the floor to meet his fingers as they sank into her was utterly delicious- he had schooled her in such wanton reactions.

He withdrew his fingers one final time, assuring himself that she was watching him as he slipped them into his mouth, knowing full well that she'd admonished him in the past for this very action. Her head seemed full of his power, full of what he brought about in her, she only watched as he sucked and lapped her wetness from his fingers, looking- if possible- to be only more aroused by it.

Kagome braced herself as he moved between her legs, carefully positioning himself. She couldn't help the little start her body gave as she felt the tip of his length push into her. He held himself there, laying over her and holding his weight above her on the support of one arm against the floor as he slid his other hand beneath her, cupping her bottom and lifting her just a little.

She cried out as he entered her entirely- he was slow and gentle in that first thrust, but the pain seared through her regardless, making her strangely aware that he was again letting his power ebb out of him, compensating for the pain he was causing. He seemed to freeze up then, simply staying inside of her for a long moment.

“What are you doing?” she asked in a trembling whisper, bringing her hands up under his arms to dig her nails into his back- something he apparently enjoyed, if the expression on his face was any indication- as she waited for the pain to subside.

“I do not wish for this to hurt you any more than is necessary.” He withdrew slowly and entered again, just as deeply and only a fraction more quickly this time. “I am allowing your body to become accustomed to . . . having a man inside of it.”

She gave a short nod, feeling the instinctive clenching of her body begin to loosen incrementally. He responded to this, moving into her a little faster with each stroke, his eyes on her face the entire time as though to gauge if she was still alright.

Almost to her disbelief the pain began to fade. At first matched, then overpowered, then replaced nearly completely by sweet, spiraling pleasure. She found her legs winding up around his hips, trying to press herself up against his thrusts. There was a fine tremor shaking through his body every now and again as he withdrew from her, that deep, animal-sound he made escaping him each time he thrust forward, burying himself as deep as he could get inside of her.

She pushed herself, forced her muscles to tighten- she wanted to know what it was like to come this way- and found the look in his eyes as he realized what she was doing to be both strangely satisfying and exhilarating. He helped her along, driving into her faster and harder, using his hand beneath her to hold her at just the right angle. Still she struggled to lift her hips even more, trying to get him even more deeply inside of her.

“Come for me, little priestess,” he coaxed in a low, gravelly murmur.

Kagome couldn't help leaning up, biting into his shoulder in an attempt not to scream as the first moments of this orgasm tore through her. It was the same, and yet unlike anything he'd given her before. It was too intense, the sweet, delicious warmth spiraling through her felt too good, even as she wanted more, even as he continued thrusting into her in sharp, jerking strokes.

It was just as she thought her body would give out on her that it began to ebb, leaving her limbs exhausted and trembling. As weakened as she felt by it, her body was moving again, rocking against his thrusts, shuddering with each sweet, glimmering aftershock.

He was groaning and growling above her, sounding like some predatory thing in heat. Those glowing golden eyes bore down into hers as the jerking thrusting of his hips became frenzied and she realized with a dazed, pleasant start that he was about to come.

His hips surged forward in one final, hard and deliciously deep thrust and as he froze above her, he murmured softly, “And this is what you get for wishing to be with one who is not me.”

Kagome nearly screamed as the markings and the gold light of his eyes faded, leaving a very confused looking Sesshomaru in his place- in mid-orgasm.

He collapsed on top of her, taking a moment to catch his breath before raising himself up on his elbows and staring down at her. She searched his face for a long moment, her bottom lip beginning to tremble, tears beginning to well up in her widened eyes.

Taisho Sesshomaru remembered nothing of this.

“Kagome . . .” he muttered in a groggy tone, looking surprised and concerned as he cupped a hand to her cheek.

She struggled to pull out from underneath him, shaking her head at herself- how could she be so stupid? How could she buy into what the demon had said, how kind he was being? All because he'd not lied to her before? She should have known that didn't mean he wasn't capable of it . . . .

She had just not expected this.

Sesshomaru watched Kagome scramble away from him. She'd recognized the look on his face- she knew he'd blacked out, that he hadn't the faintest clue how they'd gotten from kissing to being naked on the floor in the middle of an orgasm.

Was it the alcohol? He'd known it wasn't all out of his system- not by far- but what else could it be?

“I'm . . .” she could barely speak for the tears clogging her throat as she hurried to throw her clothes back on, unable to meet his gaze- how could she think this would be so simple? He probably thinking he was losing his mind and it was her fault! “I'm so sorry, Sesshomaru.”

He stood, ignoring that he was stripped bare and reached out toward her, catching her wrist gently. “What for?” Did she think she'd taken advantage of him?

“I just . . .” in that moment, her eyes did raise, but it was to fix on a spot behind him. Whatever she was looking at seemed to bolster her resolve and she extracted her wrist from his grasp, meeting his gaze as the tears finally broke free to run down her cheeks. “I am so sorry. I love you so much, Sesshomaru, and I just shouldn't have let this happen.”

With that she had spun on her heel and dashed with an odd little limp out the door, slamming it behind her. Hardly in a fit state to follow her, he quickly began to get dressed, himself, but before he was nearly finished he heard that rickety beast of a car of her start up and clunk its way down the street.

Hanging his head in a mix of frustration and utter confusion he simply dropped himself in a smooth, graceful motion to sit cross-legged on the floor. He clasped his hands in front of his mouth, propping his elbows on his knees and stared daggers at the wall for a long moment as he tried to remember the vaguest snippet of this lapse in time.

Nothing would come to him. Nothing, nothing, nothing! He slammed a fist to the floor in anger- she'd looked so . . . terrified. How could this happen? What had he done that was so terrible?

Sesshomaru turned his head, running his gaze over the area where he'd found himself lying on top of her. He nearly thought it a trick of the light when he saw the spots on the floor. Frowning, he inched closer to it for inspection before sitting back on his heels.

Blood . . . right where she'd been laying . . . no, not just where she'd been laying, but where they would have been joined. And that way she was walking, like it was causing her a little pain. He gave a pained groan and buried his face in his hands.

He'd taken the virginity of Higurashi Kagome- of the woman he loved more than his own life- and he couldn't even remember.