Reckless
Pale fingers splayed across her ribs, gliding like silk along her body as she arched into his touch. Their breath mingled together against their lips, their eyes shining in the moonlight, and she smiled tentatively up at the fierce being above her. He didn't smile back, and she didn't expect him to. Instead, he lowered his head to her throat and trailed open-mouth kisses across her collarbone, growling pleasurably with every erotic sound she made beneath him.
He had once, with incredulity, that her scent made her more physically desirable than her body's appearance. But her taste… It was an entirely new pleasure. Her sweat, tangy and sweet at the same time, sent his mind reeling, his body pulsing, wanting, waiting, desperate for more…
"Sesshomaru."
His name on her lips urged his beast, provoked his possessive side. When in the throes of ecstasy and passion, it was his name that tumbled from her lips in a heated moan. His chest rumbled in satisfaction as he removed his lips from her breast and brought them back up to her own, silencing her for a moment. When he pulled away, there were tears in her eyes. She would do this every time they shared his bed.
"Why are you crying?"
"It feels so good to be wanted."
He said nothing after that. Her lips moved to the hollow of his throat and he wondered if he would have been able to talk even if he wanted to. He felt her panting wantonly against his flesh and in seconds he was inside her, unable to take it anymore.
Their rhythm was a fast, rough one. The first time he had bedded her, she had been pure, and so through his own generosity (and to his beast's great displeasure) he had been gentle and slow with her. But now…
Her cries echoed off of the walls of his bed chambers, surrounding him and increasing his desire. Every sound she made was uncontrolled, just like everything else about her. She held nothing back. He turned his attention once more to her flesh, his tongue trailing across her chest and devouring the thin sheen of sweat that had developed from their play.
"Sesshomaru!"
Never had he been so pleased to hear his own name fall so lovingly from a woman's lips. But then again, never had he been so reckless as to mate with a human. She tightened around him, curling into his chest and dragging her blunt human nails across the pale flesh of his back, gouging thin trails into it. He growled lowly in masochistic pleasure as the pain lightly tingled through him and went straight to his groin.
He loved being reckless.
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A/N: Just another aspect of the relationship. Not too graphic, and I didn't blush or feel embarrassed once!! Yay!