Cinnamon
She smelled divine.
That was all he could think of now, at any given time. Her scent filled his nostrils, his mind would reel and he would be left was absolutely unfulfilled want. She was unaware of it too. What drove Sesshomaru, the great Taiyoukai of the Western Lands absolutely insane besides her cinnamon spiced scent was her total innocence.
Even now, she was unaware of his driving need for her. He groaned mentally as the wind carried the scent of cinnamon back to him, from where she walked before him. Her dratted skirt lifted in the wind, and the breeze toyed with her long beautiful hair.
Damn it all to hell.
Vanilla
She tasted as good as she smelled, he discovered. Sweet vanilla burst upon his tongue as he sucked the poison from her wound, and with a swipe of the appendage, sealed it.
Her heart rate increased under his ministrations.
Smirking against her arm, he allowed one final swipe of his tongue and nearly chuckled as her heart sped into overdrive. He could hear the blood rush through her veins, felt her pulse flutter beneath his fingertips.
So innocent. So pure. How he longed to corrupt her. And corrupt her he would, in time. But for now, he remained wanting, waiting, and watching.
A/N: This is my first ever challenge and my first ever posting of my story onto the internet! I will not beg for reviews, however to do hear they are all the rage in these parts. Blessed be my little turtles <3