Sesshoumaru skimmed his claws lightly over her cheek and brushed the shell of her ear, causing an involuntary shiver. A small smirk graced his usually serene features as he saw a light blush bloom on her face.
“Are you frightened, little Miko?” he said in a low tone that seemed to enveloped her, making the air thick, making it hard to breathe.
“I...Sesshou-,” she tried, swallowing thickly. Words lost, her breath hitched as she saw his eyes, glowing with an amber heat and intensity that few ever saw so close without meeting an untimely end. That same gaze was upon her now, drawing closer as he closed the distance between them and was only a breath away from her face, his clawed hand now bracing her neck. His thumb grazed her lower lip and her lips parted instinctively, helpless to the surge of need that began to overwhelm her.
“Tell me,” he murmured slowly, watching her lashes flutter close and felt her body lean into his. He breathed her in before pressing his lips to hers, kissing her with a growing force. She whimpered into his mouth as she grabbed on to the front of his chest, clinging to him to stop herself from collapsing. He was possessing her with his kiss, and the haze in Kagome’s mind only thickened. Slowly, he released her mouth, enjoying the short, soft pants that escaped from her. So delicate, so easily impassioned this little human is, he thought. Would she ever be the same if he were to continue this indulgence?
I think not, he mused to himself as he smiled knowingly, tracing the wetness of her lip once more with his thumb. She would learn tonight what it meant to dally with a dai-youkai.