I Fell for Myself by Stella Mira

Liar

"Do you enjoy the taste of yourself so much, miko?"

Kagome chuckled at his nuance, heavy with things he didn't want to acknowledge. It only served to inflame her more, make her harden and hearken to him. Antagonizing him had never brought forth such reactions, yet in this case, she seethed with arousal.

"If you're trying to rush me with cheap taunts, you're failing miserably. You're only turning me on more..."

Grinding against his buttocks, she slid between the seam of yielding flesh, once, twice. A grunt of need, blood melting in her veins. He was so wet, growing wetter, the more she twisted her hips, the more she stimulated sensitized skin and dripping heat. Slow motions and soaking desire. Sesshōmaru drenched her in his scent, in searing lava, coating the inside of his thighs, the length of her erection.

"Perhaps that's your intention though? If you want some special attention, all you have to do is ask, Sesshōmaru."

He didn't speak but his hips swiveled, pressed back against her, sought the thrusts of her pelvis, to take her inside – but she wouldn't give him that. Not yet.

"Tell me." Less than a murmur, more of a growl, possessed by animal urges, swallowed by wetness as she ravaged his lips. "What do you want?"

It was more rhetorical, spoken for provocation's sake, but he did answer her this time. Breathless, almost a moan, his voice was like an electric current, spreading through her body, from her throbbing fangs to her nipples down to her cock.

"For this to be over."

His words didn't matter, only that he spoke with that lust-ridden voice.

"Liar."

A rumble undulated beneath strung skin, warned of roughness, of mounting pleasure. Kagome turned him over beneath her, flat on his back, relished the change of positions, the sight he made. Knees bent, grazing against her ribs, chest heaving, nipples gliding against her torso, hard and swollen. She took a turgid peak into her mouth, tongue teasing, circling the bud, teeth biting, not too hard, just enough to have him writhe, convulse with want, make his body plead for more. Hands traipsed over exposed, sweat-lathered skin, dips and swells, stroked the flushed curves of his breasts, his thighs; nails sank into soft flesh, urged him to make more of those sounds.

The flat of her tongue smeared sultriness wherever she licked, swirled around his navel. Teeth nipped and reddened his skin, traced the accentuated lines of his pelvic bones, until she felt his legs part, invite her lower, and she chuckled, gave what he wanted. Fingers twisted and pressed and slinked, in and out, up and down, tongue stroking and lapping at the nectar gathered in crevices, on soft folds. Kagome plunged inside, relished the moans, the way he thrashed when her fangs dragged over sensitive skin and tissue, heightened all sensations. She felt the grip of his body on the rough length of her tongue, the spasms of his muscles, the frantic motions of his hips, as she drank him in, every drop of his release, his spent desire.