A/N: I fought it and lost. So, enjoy this little number as I am sure that there will be more to follow. I don't own IY or friends. Please read and review.
You give me fever when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning
Fever all through the night
By Meiko and many other artists
Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she felt his soft lips trail down her back. Every so often, he would nip at her skin and then sooth the sting with his tongue. His hands were sneaky, little things as they moved over her body, exploring her every curve with the skills only a true connoisseur of the female body could appreciate.
Never before had she felt such pain, though it was highly enjoyable as she allowed her fevered body to submit to his whims and every single time she felt that she was about to lose control, he would back off only to begin again when she began to cool down.
His mouth moved back up to her neck, his perfect teeth being careful not to harm her beautiful skin, but she knew that he was close to losing his own legendary control and she could not help but revel in the fact that she had the same effect on him as he on her.
By the time his fingers dipped into her soaked core, she bit her lip to stop from crying out. While he was gentle, she knew that he was only loosening her up and soon, his gentleness would disappear and the animal inside of him would surface.
With every thrust of his fingers, she could feel her hips moving against her will and as she grew closer to release, she heard him chuckle and then his fingers were gone.
Her body shook with anticipation and her sweat dropped down onto the bedsheets as her fingernails threatened to rip the soft fabric. Ever since they had started their liaisons, she finally learned that he expected for her to submit to him totally and that meant he wanted her on her hands and knees when he took her so that he could fully dominate her.
Everyone called her boring, especially her former boyfriend, who just happened to be the half-brother of the man above her. She had grown tired of his taunts of how other women behaved in bed and when she finally discovered that he had started to talk with his former girlfriend, she had decided that enough was enough.
Of course, Sesshomaru had been there and had offered to tutor her in the fine art of lustful pleasure. He had made her an offer that she could not refuse and the first time they had come together was the first time she had ever accepted a man in her mouth. At first, the thought disgusted her, but with him, she found his taste to her liking and gladly suckled when he offered.
Nothing could keep them apart. He would call her from his office and inform her of what he wanted her to be wearing when he arrived at her home. She would show up at his office when her needs became too much and would only be wearing a long coat and a smile. He never turned her away and her legs were always spread for him—only him.
Sesshomaru had opened up a whole new world of sensuality for her and despite her early misgivings about their time together, she was quickly growing accustomed to his desires and what he expected out of her.
Now, as he slowly began penetrating her body, his cock hardened to the point of painful, she held her breath as the familiar sting of the insertion began to overtake her and she closed her eyes to savor the feeling. Once he was fully inside of her, she felt his arms wrap around her, trapping her arms to her sides, and she was forced down in the cage of his arms and could only do as he wanted. She felt.
His thrusts grew rougher and she could hear the soft grunts that came from her mouth as his hot breath stirred her bangs. She always turned her head to the side just so that she could watch him as he took his own pleasure. It never failed to amaze her that she could ever be witness to something so majestic, but here she was and the sight was glorious.
When she finally lost her control, she cried out, her eyes slamming shut as she rode out the waves of her passion and when she heard him finally groan out his completion, she closed her eyes to savor the sound.
After all, it wasn’t everyday that Sesshomaru was brought to his knees, but for some reason, whenever he was with her, he seemed to allow small cracks of vulnerability to seep through his tough armor and she smiled every single time it happened.
Of course, one would think that Sesshomaru would not be the type to hold the woman after intercourse and he had admitted that in the past, he simply left the bed and tended to other issues; however, he also admitted that she was the first woman to ever lay in his arms after sex and he was slightly surprised at how good he felt with her in his arms.
This was the times when tenderness overtook them and Kagome took as much as she could. In public, he was cold and ruthless, but when they were alone, he was only a man who saw her as a woman he wanted and as he once told her, what he wanted, he took.
So, whenever his golden eyes turn her way and darken with his desires, she knows that the fever is about to set in and only he can make her burn.