It Happened One Night

 

He drove himself hard and deep inside her. They remained still for a shivering moment, joined, mated.

So big, so full, so perfect.

His hands sought hers, fingers locked into fists. They began to move, full of speed and urgency.

So tight, so wet, so right.

The clearing filled with the sounds of damp flesh slapping together, moans and growls.

Their gazes met and held. He watched her eyes go blind and opaque as she crested, swallowing her moan with his mouth.

Her hips pumped wildly, driving him closer to his own climax. He hammered into her barely holding on, the need for release clawing viciously in his gut.

Then her body went taut, a drawn bow of shock and pleasure. And it was his screamed name he swallowed right before he sank his fangs into her flesh and followed her into oblivion.

As they rested in a tangled heap upon the forest floor, Sesshomaru glorified in the silence and the warmth of his mate. For he knew that when she woke, the woman curled around him would no longer be complacent nor silent.

She will have questions, questions that a being such as him would normally not deign to answer.

He sighed, running his fingers through her silken hair. She does not understand… yet. She does not love him… yet.

But she will.

She was his. Her womb, her life, her very soul belonged to him.

What this Sesshomaru claims as his, stays his.