I Want You To Want Me

Moving away from the sink, he moved to his living room, a medium sized room with colorful and upbeat furniture all thanks to his mate. And yes, he let his girlfriend decorate his apartment, he loves her that much. Shippou clicked on the sixty inch plasma, changing channel's randomly to act as if he really was going to leave her alone. He sat in the comfortable all white couch, shifting his position to hear for the door of the bathroom open. He waited half watching the news half in thought, recalling his teen years; it had been...a strange relationship for him and Kouga. He could remember well with a grin how bad he used to be, always cursing, never coming out of his room when asked, skipping school, the constant women leaving every morning from his room. It's funny, what made him change was the fact Kouga never gave up on him, never even put a hand to him or yell for that matter. He was the kind of father that let you be who you wanted to be but give him the respect he wanted and things can go as smooth as butter.



What his nose smelled got him out of his musing; smelling her strawberry shampoo giving his senses and other places as well a tingle. He heard the patter of her wet footsteps walking into his bedroom, then the door shut. He breathed a sigh of relief; all he had to do now was wait some more then he'd begin. Laying his hands flat on his lap, Shippou closed his eyes breathing deeply while focusing on taking off his concealment spell a second passed by with the help of his demon energy. Opening his red eyes, he crossed his arms again while poking the tip of his tongue against his pearly fang in thought. Leaning his head back, he waited patiently for Elena to go into a deep coma like sleep before he could get started.



Checking his watch for the tenth time, it read eight thirty...time to begin. He stood, making his way toward the hallway closet, opening it, Shippou took the black bag. Going back to the kitchen, he dropped the bag on the counter, stripping out of his muscle shirt with one hand then the other. He scratched his wash board abs, while running the total and correct time he had to take a shower before she awoke. Shippou grabbed the bag taking it with him, having only twenty minutes he shut the bathroom door. An half an hour later, he came out the bathroom shower clean, refreshed and completely naked. His broad back still showed a few specks of water, slowly making its way down to the white terry cloth towel wrapped around his narrowed hips. His bag of tricks in hand as he quietly slid into his room, suddenly pausing half-way in. His eyes glowed dimly in the darkened room; hungry eyes found her sleeping in his double king-sized bed. And he looked his fill at the pleasing sight before him. His Elena was lying on her back sleeping peacefully in a peach colored lace bra and panties. Instantly he became excited, thinking that she wore it to surprise him. Stepping inside, he shut the door with a soft click; his room was slightly dark the moon's light, illuminating his beloved. The night didn't hinder his slow stride over to her, a demon such as him could see clear as day. And he came to a stop beside her sleeping form, standing over her while drinking in her beauty. Her dark brunette curls were spilled across the pillow in abandon, her tan skin glowed under the moonlight that dappled the room. A precious picture of beauty, with her left hand over her sexy belly and the other thrown over her head carelessly.



His gaze drifted further down her body, and he felt his groin tingle when he saw, the dark shadow of her neatly trimmed pubis under the sheer lace of the panties she wore. Shippou tightened his hands into fists to stop himself from reaching out and touching her, ending the game before it even begun. Taking a deep calming breath, he set the little black bag on top of the pillow next to her. Slipping his hand inside he took out the sliver handcuffs, the chain about six inches long or so, he wanted to give her some arm reach. Ever so gently, he reached for the small wrist over her head, and clipped one cuff, then slowly raised the one lying on her stomach higher over her head. While snapping in her other hand, shippou leaned back, and grinned at his dirty work. Her arms rose up over her hand cuffed to the rod iron headboard of his bed still sleeping like a baby. Going back inside the bag he took out, a black satin mask for her to wear as well. Lifting her head up while placing it over her head, he set her back down, pulling the mask in place. Finally, able to take the last item out, he discarded the bag on the floor. Leaning slightly over her, to slide a small clear bottle under the pillow beside her head. More then ready to rumble, he leaned down to wake his sleeping beauty with a light brush of his lips, waiting until she began to stir in her sleep.



“Mmm, shippou?” She whispered to him, awake and willingly to give him what he's been waiting for. Thanks to that little cat nap, she was relaxed, and packed with energy.



He grinned sexily, watching her, “That smile tells me you want something.” His eyes flickered watching her arms reach out to him.



She hummed her answer, and slowly reached for him until something cold and metal limited her from doing anything. “Why can't I move m-my arms?” She tried again, yanked back for a second time, “What did you do to me?” She was starting to get a tad bit bugged by the fact, she seemed to be held captivate in a way, against her will by her unpredictable boyfriend.



He laughed out loud, the masculine sound caressing her insides, “I haven't done anything to you...yet.” He whispered huskily, lifting his hand, he traced the lower border of her mask with one finger, grazing her cheek, then the tip of her nose making a detour down her lips.



Idly, he outlined her mouth. “Am I handcuffed to the bed?” She tried to breathe, but failed miserably, feeling him loom so close.



He breathed deeply near her hair and ear, he whispered, “Maybe.” Elena thought she'd shatter right then and there.



More then turned on by her man's kinky nature, her heartbeat quickened. Knowingly, he knew this and took full advantage. And, so Elena thought, she'd be damned to never tell him just how sexy his voice is. It could make her stomach do a flip. But she wasn't going to tell him that.



“Why can't I see you?” She spoke softly.



“Because your eyes are covered.” He smiled at the situation he'd put her in, he truly did enjoy theses kind of games he liked to play with her.



He moved away from her to peel off his towel, tossing it carelessly on the floor, prepared for some serious torture. “I knew, I couldn't trust you.” Elena wasn't all that happy about being handcuffed to the bed without any means of escape. She was held a hostage by her so fine you blow my mind, demon sex god.



And, who would most likely, if you gave him the chance, fuck you into oblivion. Geezus H. Chirst. And she couldn't do a thing about it. That's when she began to struggle against her bonds.



He smiled, kissing the tip of her nose, “You know me love. I always have something up my sleeve.” His tone was soft and gloating, that had been the arrogance and assurance that restored her sanity.



Lifting his hand, he teased her frowning plump lips with his finger, just to get her little more angrier. “Take these handcuffs off me this instant, Shippou.” She turned away from that offending finger, sensuously at play with her bottom lip.



“No.” He couldn't wait to show her, the seriousness in his words with his mouth and hands.



“What do you mean no?” She was shocked that he sounded as if she had said a very funny line.



"You heard what I said.” Shippou commanded, she was surprised he actually told her no, and, because of that Elena panicked as her face suddenly turned from semi- scared to full on terrified of what he had planned.



"You should stop moving like that it's becoming very stimulating to watch, love." Shippou looked leeringly at his mate, looking at her struggle to break free from her binds, her peach lace breasts thrusting up from the motion. His alluring little ballerina reminded him of a feral creature that had been caged against its will, but, at the same time all he wanted to do was tame her to his touch.



His eyes soon stopped their appraisal hearing her curse in her native tongue. “I'm not playing with you. If, you don't take these off of me, this very instant, I am going to scream.” She hissed out her threat, ready and willing to read him the riot act. This would actually be the first time he's ever bind or tied her hands together. Sad but it was the truth she just wasn't that adventurous as her man was.



That mutinous mouth of hers needed some reprimanding. And he leaned down, inches from her lips and whispered with his husky voice. “The only screaming, your going to be doing is, when I make you come.” Elena inhaled sharply, knowing what he intended to do to her. Torture. He took advantage of her parted lips, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth; he tasted her deeply and forced a low moan out of her. He explored every crevice of her mouth not missing a beat and he lured her tongue into a sensual waltz that she hadn't experienced since her six month absence. Her heart clenched with regret when she felt his retreat, his tongue slipping over her lips in a silent goodbye while leaving her breathless and panting for more.



She could still feel his mouth hovering nearby; inhaling her breath, making her uncertain of what was next. He didn't reply, but the bed sunk down as it accepted new weight. She tried to close her legs and couldn't, for he was already kneeling between her thighs and feeling the sensation of his smooth skin spreading his own knees to widen her legs.



Shippou leaned over her, gazing fondly at her exotic features, “Do you trust me?” She felt a wide palm on her midriff before it slid up between her breasts to rest lightly on her collarbone.



Why does it always feel really good only when you leave for a long time, his touch just intensifies to the point of pain, “You know I do.” She whimpered softly.



He shifted closer to her, his weight comforting and exciting her at the same time, making her body feel, oooh so very hot “Then, let me love you.” Suddenly his mouth was on hers, and his beautiful tongue was back while the palm that rested on her upper chest grazed her skin deliciously.



Shippou's chest and well defined muscles were pressed against her breasts and abdomen, and not only could she feel him, but she could feel his lower half also. Naked, rocking forward, his hardened sex brushing roughly against her protected core sending shocks of pleasure racing up and down her body that Elena couldn't ignore. His hand drifted down and cupped her breast in one hand, holding it gently, judging its weight and shape, letting her become comfortable with his grip again. Not stopping there, his thumb began to brush over the lace covered nipple, making it stand at attention, begging for more.



Panting as if she needed air, Shippou continued eager to drive her senses wild while drinking the sweet taste of her mouth, craving more with every passing second. When she bit and sucked on his tongue lightly that's when he cupped her breast in his palm, more roughly keening the firm flesh, and she began to show her apparent need in every shiver of her scrumptious body.



Oh Baby! Did he feel the rush of blood harden his aching flesh because of her; she had always felt perfect to him, filling his palm completely like she was made just for him. He was excited beyond belief, his mouth left hers and she gasped for air as his hot kisses trailed down her jaw and throat, his other hand slid down to cup her other breast repeating what he did to the first.



Doing this, made it hard for her to bite back the moan that threatened to escape. Oh, God. Her Shippou knew how to touch a woman, taking the time to explore while he teased her nipples until they were tight and aching, demanding something more than just the flick of his thumb. She was so aroused that she could feel the need between her legs. And he licked his way to her softly rounded flesh, his head dipped down so she could feel his breath over the erect crown.



Suddenly, Elena forgot how to breathe as she waited in tense anticipation, her breasts full in his hand, swelling with desire. “What a little slut you are.” His voice whispered over her, caressing her nipple, teasing and disappointing her. “Look how your tits sit up and beg to be touched.” He rasped hearing her hushed neediness.



She whimpered, wanting his touch, anywhere and everywhere, “I want you to, please..." Lifting her breasts closer to his mouth, he smiled to himself.



“Oh I will, precious. I will.” He purred lowering his lips, to the pert nipple sliding his tongue over the crown tasting the rough lace of the bra and her powdered skin.



Elena fought the urge to arch her back so that her breasts were closer to his wicked tongue. Shippou growled in response, to her small bout of resistance, and drew his lips back, scraping his teeth gently over her screaming flesh using the lace of her bra against her. That's when she did arch her back, pressing her breast closer to his mouth and he all but gave her what she wanted.



He slid his thumb over the other nipple teasing her completely all the while making her ground her teeth together. She threw her head back doing her best to fight the riot of sensations he was evoking in her body. His hand left her breast, and lazily, made its way down her midriff to her lace clad core. His fingers slipping over the lace and cupped her through the fabric, he growled low, in satisfaction when he felt her damp panties soaked by desire.



She wanted him badly, so much so she felt like screaming, “Please. Please Stop...” She needed to touch him that was her high to feel his body under her hands. His beautiful body. All of him hers.



He smiled at her face even though she couldn't see him, “Now, now. It feels to me that, that's the last thing you want me to do. You're so wet right now I bet I can make you come with one finger.” To emphasis his point, Shippou rubbed the pad of his middle finger against her swollen cleft slowly building up speed.



His determination to see her squirm under his touch won over. Her treacherous body, unable to stop herself was bucking against his hand, her head swimming when he leaned down to tease her nipple again with his mouth. He began a campaign against her body that she couldn't win if she tried. He was too good, and being a demon only made it worst. He assaulted her senses with his tongue and teeth on her breasts while his other hand caressed her flesh.



She was unable to contain her desire, and all she wanted was for the tightness in her lower body to explode in pleasure. “Oh God, Shippou..." She whimpered softly, "Don't...I-I...want...mmmm...to touch you...” She panted unable to finish her sentence stroked her fiery flesh.



“Soon, but for now, just focus on what I'm giving you.” He devoured her breast, his fingers moving aside her lace panties to thrust deep inside of her. Elena lost her train of thought as her world exploded into bright sparks of colored lights; she arched against his hand, moaning her bliss wordlessly while he shifted up her body, and began to feast on her arching neck. His hard cock begging to surge inside of his writhing mate, the need apparent, Shippou moved his hand so he could push against her letting the hard bulge thrust against her needy flesh as she gasped for air, and instinctively Elena raised her hips to meet him entwining her long legs around his hips.



He groaned when she pushed back and with teeth bared, he buried his hand in her soft brown curls, angling her lips to his, ravaging her mouth as he continued to thrust against her in a rough sample of what was to come. Elena's hand gripped the chain on the cuffs, her mind melting away under the barrage of sensations as she climaxed, his rough handling causing her to ride her orgasm harder and longer.



Till finally, the pleasure drifted away on a cloud, while the sexy man above her slowed his rhythm. She gulped in great gasps of air, trying desperately to feed her brain the oxygen she needed to think. She felt a terrible sensation of loss when Shippou pulled away from her to kneel at her ankles. He fought to control his breathing, as he closed his eyes, reaching for the calm center inside of him. He wasn't lying when he said that he wanted to make her cum two more times before letting her go,



That's when he came to an conclusion, he needed to do something to ease the pain. “I'm going to take off the blindfold now, but nothing more.” Reaching over her, he slid it up and over her head.



Her eyes adjusted to the dim lilted room taking but a second to get a image of him in the dark. And, what she saw, took her breath away, a needy whimper escaped her mouth watching him take his impressive length in hand. Wrapping his fingers loosely around the defined muscle between his legs, sliding his delightful girth through his hand for her to see. He reveled at her rapt fascination with watching him tease himself. He'd kept doing it too, if it wasn't for the fact she hadn't cum a second time yet, he'd have given her a real show.



Leaving that thought behind, abruptly he stopped, reaching down to clasp her slender ankles with his hands. In one smooth motion he flipped her onto her stomach, earning a startled gasp from her for his efforts. He spread her legs so he could kneel at the inside of her thighs, being careful not to brush near her center. His hand went under the pillow near her head, picking up the small clear bottle of heating oil, pouring a few drops in his hand while rubbing them together; he then ran his hands up the backs of her legs.



Sliding his fingers under the seat of her panties, he paused hearing her muffled moan from the heat that came with his touch, he then, kneaded the handfuls of flesh under her panties with a smug smile, from the sudden softening of her body at the motion. Applying more, shippou placed his hands on the small of her back on either side of her spine, sliding his hands up the smooth plane of her back, adding a small amount of pressure. He continued up over her shoulders, and along her arms, stretching his torso over her back so his skin brushed hers. Shippou reached her hands, and his nimble fingers rubbed the fleshy part of her palm, continuing up her digits eliciting a long drawn out moan of pleasure.



“That feels like heaven!” He knew her body needed to rest and regroup, so he concentrated on arousing other areas. Massaging his way up her forearm before milking all the tension out her body through his fingers.



Leaning over her, with his lean calf's rubbing against her inner thighs, she could feel his hard cock slide along the crevice in her ass. Continuing, his way down he massaged her shoulders and back with strong even movements that relaxed her entire body. Elena didn't even realize when he unsnapped her bra, but she definitely noticed when he slide it up her body to tangle it around her wrists, the delicious sensation of her naked breasts pressed into the velvet comforter underneath her.



She shivered, when his hands left her waist to slide over her hips in expectancy for him to take off her panties as well, but instead left her covered. He had to swallow his laughter when he felt Elena’s languid body tense in anticipation for him to take her. With one hand he lifted her hips arching her ass alluring into the air.



“What are you doing now?” Elena asked uncertain. She wasn't sure what he was going to do but the massage was a new joy she was surprised he could do so well. He leaned over her, thrusting his cock purposefully against her ass as his naked torso slid over her back to whisper in her ear.



“I'm going to make you come again.” Her entire body tingled, she began breathing heavy by his words as his palms slid under her belly up her rib cage, cupping her ripe breasts. He massaged them fully allowing her hard nipples to brush against the soft comforter, making the rhythm very arousing for the both of them.



“You love when your tits are played with don't you? It makes you wet, doesn't it?” Shippou allowed his hard cock to slide against her wet clit on the outside of her lace panties. The feel of him sliding against her causing the lace to scrape her sensitive skin drove her wild with lust. Elena dug her knees into the mattress, levering herself even higher in an unspoken invitation to fuck her. Her body knew how long it has been since she had him inside her.



“God yes.” She replied in a husky moan. Shippou almost lost his rhythm when he heard her breathy reply, his already swelling cock tightened as he inhaled deeply to control himself.



“What was that? I didn't hear you love?” He rasped in her ear.



She bit her lip. “I-I like when you play with my tits.” Thrusting his hand into her hair, twining the curly strands around his fingers, he slowly pulled back her neck so he could see her face.



“Is that so,” He growled as he slid his tongue along the corner of her mouth, “And what else do you like?” She whimpered his name, turned on by his rough treatment. Ever so slowly, he withdrew from her his hands on her calves sliding up her legs. She began to pant at those hands rising up to her thighs, his thumbs brushing the edges of her panties.



“You didn't answer me. I said what else do you like?” His velvety voice asked again and she melted away.



“When you touch me down there,” She whispered as if she was afraid of being overheard.



“Down where?” Shippou growled, his thumbs traced the edge of her panties between her legs teasing the soft flesh there.



“Mmm, you know.” Her voice shaky and breathless.



“No I don't. Say it or I won't do it.” Shippou's voice a hard arrogant growl. She knew her man liked her to talk dirty, which was cool because she wanted sex, wanted it now more then ever.



“When you touch my clit.” Instantly his fingers dove under the lace, sliding against her slick flesh. She moaned with pleasure, and shippou bared his teeth, sinking them into the plump flesh of her cheek nipping her lightly, soliciting a gasp of surprise from Elena as he licked away the sting of his bite while teasing her flesh with his fingers.



“What else do you like baby?” Shippou questioned eager to lead her down the path of wickedness.



“I like when you kiss my breasts.” He snarled moving away to flip her around covering her body with his, while sliding his fingers between her legs, his lips hovered over her erect nipple.



“Don't you mean, suck your tits?” She strained against her bonds, arching her breasts towards him, but he refused to give in, even the fingers that teased her clit slowed and eventually stilled, waiting for her to respond.



“Yes. Yes I want you to suck my tits.” Elena nearly sighed in bliss as his lips closed around her aching nipple soothing it with his hot mouth while simultaneously arousing even deeper needs.



Shippou teased her body until she thought she would come again. “Lick my my...” She trailed off in a strangled whisper.



“Lick what?” Shippou leered against her breast his challenge clear in his voice.



“Lick my pussy.”



He made a fierce growl and shivers wracked her as he slid down her body, tucking his fingers into the top of her panties drawing them tight against her making Elena spread her legs in welcome while she dug her heels into the bed drawing her knees up. She felt his hot breath on her first before the hot slide of his tongue dance up her clit.



She inhaled sharply as he licked her through the lace of her panties pricking her sensitive flesh, unable to stop the long, drawn out moan that escaped her lips. He pressed his tongue flat on her flesh as he licked the entire length of her swollen lips, teasing her clit with professional skill. The feeling made her buck against his mouth, demanding more, feeling empty while at the same time erotically satisfied. Her raw moan vibrated from her throat, and he felt his cock jump and twitch in response as she pushed against his mouth, his instinct's screamed at him to bury himself inside of her. She began to whimper with frantic longing, pulling shippou from his lustful haze long enough to pause to look up at her.



Her chest heaved, as she hissed between her teeth in righteous anger. Shippou was amused so he flicked his tongue against her clit, causing another moan to be ripped out of her. “If you don't ask you're not going to get it.” Again, he teased her with his tongue while pressing his thumb against her entrance through the damp lace of her panties.



She arched against him, instinctively knowing that was what she wanted. “Use your fingers.” Her request came out in a breathy pant, her body pushing against his fingers demandingly.



Shippou smiled, a long fang glinting at her. “My fingers?” His voice was husky, a question lay thick in the air between them.



“I want you to fuck me with your fingers.” With a triumphant grin, he tore her panties from her willing body not even bothering to slide them down her smooth legs. His mouth found her eager clit as his fingers plunged deeply inside of her, her body arched off the bed to meet his thrust, moaning with satisfaction.



His lithe tongue slid along her swollen flesh, teasing her gently until she began to moan for more, he flattened his tongue licking her hard with it's length all the while his fingers kept a steady pace that she met eagerly with every thrust of her hips. Elena worried at her cuffs that held her, desperately wanting her hands free so she could touch shippou who was sailing her to new heights of pleasure. She wanted her hands free so she could cup her breasts and tease her nipples taut while he fucked her with his mouth. But before she could voice the demand, her lower belly exploded like a bomb making her entire body arch off the bed painfully.



The force of her orgasm hitting her so violently, that Elena thought that she would burst apart from the seams. Her head flung back against the pillows as her jaw dropped in a gut wrenching scream of wordless pleasure. Waiting for her orgasm to die down, shippou paused to look up at her, his blood red eyes darkened with lust. His face swelled with pride that he helped create her cries of climax, he loved it when she was like this, her skin flushed with heat and her mouth parched with thirst but she still wanted more. She needed more. Her body needed his touch, demanded he satisfy the raw need to have him inside her. She tossed her head back then forth as she dug her heels in the mattress to raise her hips in invitation, welcoming him eagerly. He groaned in male appreciation and kneeled between her legs, his claws lightly scraping the outsides of her thighs in a caressing but teasing motion, his body needed her too. His beast demanded he ride hard but he waited for those magic words and he wasn't disappointed.



“Please . Please Shippou, I can't wait any longer.” Elena cried, pleading with him. Her Italian accent made it even more sexier to hear.



“Please, what?" His raspy whisper scraped over her sensitive flesh, and she moaned, more than ready to play his game for her body to be satisfied.



“Please fuck me. Fuck me hard.” She sucked her full lower lip between her teeth after her demand.



"Such a hot little bitch." That was the breaking point, his cock already pulsing with desire, reaching down, he squeezed his thick base on up.



While Elena lost to impatience, pressing her shoulders hard into the bed she wrapped her legs around his waist locking her ankles behind his back pulling his heavy weight down on top of her. He growled in delight at her aggressiveness, his fingers fisting her chestnut curls in his hand at the back of her head, tipping her jaw back so he could rain kisses along her slender throat.



“Should I fuck you from behind?” He drawled his nasty question into her ear.



His tongue darted out to draw her ear lobe between his teeth mindful of his sharp fangs. She shook her head as much as she could through his tight grip, she needed to feel his hands on her. Not waiting any longer he let go of her hair briefly to grab one of the cylinder pillows beside her tucking it under her raised bottom, levering her hips closer to him. He had barely finished before he was thrusting into her, locking his cries of bliss behind tightly clenched teeth. It was no slow, tentative nudge, no a thrust that buried him to the hilt dominating her completely filling her aching need.



His hands gripped her bottom and lifting her, he flexed his hips pounding into her. Oh crap she just remembered something very important. “Shippou! I-I didn't take...my Pill.” Her legs locked around his thrusting hips, more then happy to have him finally inside her. But she hadn't taken her birth control Pill at all today, from neglect really of being away from him for over three months she got used to not taking it for some unknown reason.



He groaned, her core grabbed him, the spasms that rocked her body clenching and milking with such strength that he hissed, pushed deep. “You won't need it.” He said roughly. The feeling too elemental to express with a slow and gentle buildup. And Elena didn't seem to mind.



She whimpered, pumping her hips. “We're...not ready...for a baby.”



“You sound almost disappointed mate.” She was straining toward him and welcomed his increasingly strong thrusts with sounds of feminine encouragement.



She tried her best to focus, “What if...” Her words trailed off as he rammed into her so hard it knocked the breath from her body her inner muscles squeezing him tightly.



“You want it.” He vowed, “You want me to come inside of you.” Instantly he started to pound into her with more power.



He lowered his head and took one of her creamy breasts into his mouth. Sucked it. Bit it and then kissed it when she made an animal sound of her own. He turned his head and did the same thing to the other nipple, his thrusts continuing to bring her over the edge. He wound his hand back into her hair, tipping her head back again so he could renew his mating mark.



The feel of Elena's pulse against his lips teased his fangs, they lengthened and he bit into her neck, tasting her sweet blood slowly savoring every last drop. She cried out in bliss and his other hand had to hold down the curve of her waist to steady the rhythm of her wildly thrusting hips. Her moans grew louder, pleading for it to end; it was too much to take. He could feel the tightening of her walls again and his own mind numbing pleasure gathering at the base of his cock, waiting to explode from his body.



Panting, he rotated his hips to increase the friction around her clitoris, watching with satisfaction as her eyes glazed over. Her head fell back, her eyes closed, and she let out little gasp of pleasure. He hit that familiar spot and he was rewarded with the delicious grind of her hips against him in return, he held her still, and his fingers gripped her hips with bruising force.



His voice was a guttural whisper against her ear. "Say my name when you come."



"Now," She moaned. "I'm coming now...Shippou."



And that's when she broke, the world shattered, all rational thought drained out of her mind except for that fireball bursting forth in a rush of liquid heat inside her belly. He groaned in ecstasy, his body shuddered, thrusting into her one last time before his seed gushed inside her. Afterward, he collasped. Their lungs sucking up oxygen like there wasn't enough.



“I can't believe you did that.” She gasped as he withdrew from her, his hands tugged at her wrists freeing her. Looking at shippou poised between her legs, looking every inch like the conquering male who had taken what he wanted.



“If you don't believe me then I must be doing a poor job.” If she hadn't seen something unidentifiable flash in those dark red eyes, she'd say it was yearning. She wanted to cry honestly, because she'd probably be pregnant and shippou was chillingly excited about that.



“You know what I meant. Are you sure about having a baby?” She had to ask, this was something she always wanted and he had to be with her on this or not at all.



“For the last time, yes.” He whispered, “I want to have our baby. And I'm willing to do it again, since you seem to still have doubts?” He began to crawl on all fours toward her settling back between her legs.



She gasped, snapping her gaze up to his face, his lips curled up into a wicked grin of his own leaning her back on the bed, she shivered, delighted at how fast he could recuperate, he was a demon he would always say to her. Shippou kissed her, knowing the ache was still there, she moaned through their kiss, and from the gentle stretching of his thick cock entering her for a second time. She arched up against him, his hips thrusting inside her, stimulating but gentle rhythm, raining kisses on her face.



He kissed her again pouring his heart into it, his breath warming her lips to whisper. “I'm ready to be a father, my beautiful ballerina.” He needed her to acknowledge that he was serious about this, which he was going to be the only one giving her such pleasure, that he was the one inside her...this was it for him. Shippou loved Elena, happy beyond belief with her as his soul-mate, the other-half of his heart, always and forever.