Kagome bit her bottom lip when she felt Sesshoumaru's arm wrap around her, his deadly clawed hand settling on her small waist. His golden eyes held hers, effortlessly ensnaring her nervous sapphire gaze as if they held some sort of metallic pull and she were made of metal.

Shaking, the miko almost forgot how to breath when she felt herself pulled in between the demon Lord's long legs. Her heart pounded forcibly in her chest like a drum. His head tilted back slightly, his angelic face unreadable but the burning intensity of his golden stare made her nerves feel like they were being electrocuted.

"Se-Sesshoumaru..." She whispered hesitantly.

His red lined eyelids drooped over his burning eyes, shuttering them beneath their thick lashes.

"Miko." His deep timbre voice, so rich and smooth, slid over her like satin making her tremble.

Her mouth suddenly dry she licked her lips, feeling her face beginning to burn. Entranced by his flawless beauty, she raised a shaking handing and softly touched his silken moonbeam hair, feeling the silky tresses whisper against her flesh.

A sense of rightness in that moment both scared and alarmed her. Never in her life had a moment felt so perfect - and so utterly right.

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This is just a little picture I doodled. I don't really like it but I like the story it inspired :3 I'll eventually ink this... dunno about coloring it. 

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