Never Forget by BelovedStranger
Conflicted Desire
Word Count: 1,500
Prompt: Wild Card
One month later…
Perhaps she was a fool.
Since Sesshomaru’s heartfelt confession, he had been everything an exceptional boyfriend could be, and yet…she was unhappy. He was finally treating her the way she had always longed to be, but she was not content. Every time he did something considerate, she wondered, how long was this new Sesshomaru going to last?
What if he reverted back to his old ways and took her for granted? How could she bear it after his show of genuine affection this past month? She couldn’t. Should he revert back, devastation would be too mild a word for what she would feel.
Along with her fear, there was bitterness. So much that it was eating her alive, eroding away her mind and tearing apart her emotions. Finally, Sesshomaru treated her like a treasured girlfriend, and yet, instead of feeling overjoyed, bitterness infested her heart like a toxic disease.
Why had she been forced to wait this long, go through so much, to finally have what her heart desired? This heart that beat in her chest, after years of endured agony, was no longer the same.
It was corrupt.
Was she ever going to regain that pure love she once felt for this man who had once been everything to her?
She was conflicted. Should she try to make this relationship work or exact her bloodthirsty revenge?
That night…
“Why haven’t you moved in with me yet, Kagome?”
Kagome forced herself to meet the confusion and pain in Sesshomaru’s eyes. She had wanted to see such agony reflected there for months, and though—surprisingly—it was hard to witness, she did not look away. Her punishment, for if she choose to stay with him, this would be her penitence.
However, bitterness—as it did more often than not—held sway over all else. If she could not conquer this noxious demon, then this relationship would never be able to move on and blossom.
Did she even want it to?
“It’s too soon,” she whispered, tears in her eyes. “After everything you’ve put me through…how do I know this will last?”
A fierce expression centered in his gaze as he seized her in a tight embrace, palming the back of her head. “I will spend the rest of my life proving otherwise if need be. You are mine, Kagome.”
He kissed her, the salt of her tears mixed with the heady taste that was all Sesshomaru. This was no gentle exploration, but possession.
Then he was picking her up and marching towards his room. When she tried to break the kiss, he followed, sealing their mouths together again.
Next thing she knew, he was settling her on his bed, and following her down, pinning her much smaller frame to the mattress. Yes, they had been in this bed before—cuddling—but they had not had sex yet. Kagome had been oddly reluctant. Now that he was hers, she feared that if she gave her body to Sesshomaru, things would change. She would become a love sick puppy again, while he got what he wanted and started ignoring her again.
Right now, Sesshomaru was trying to prove that he had changed, and if she gave in—had sex with him—he might view that he had won her heart and everything was fine, and revert back to his old ways, taking advantage of her love again, believing she would never leave him.
Also, in the back of her mind, she was angry, so very angry. Now he wanted to make love to her. Now that he wanted something more. Why had she been forced to wait and wait for that which she desired, and yet he didn’t have to? Because he wanted, he thought he should have.
Would her bitterness grow if she allowed him inside her body, or would love prevail?
She was done hiding from the answer, so she didn’t stop him when his hands burrowed under her shirt, his large hands bypassing her lacy bra to cup her naked breasts in his palms.
She moaned, arching her back into his touch, seeking more. If nothing else, they had this, physical attraction—lust. It could never be enough, but she allowed herself to act upon her passion and wrapped her arms around his muscular back.
Wanting to feel skin, she dragged his shirt up in back and dug her fingers into his shoulder blades.
When he rolled her nipples with his thumbs, she moved restlessly beneath him, felt how her nubs hardened in obvious enjoyment. Then he was pinching them, causing her to gasp and try to get closer to those wicked hands.
He chuckled darkly. “Like that, do you?”
“More,” she moaned, tugging on his shirt.
Taking the hint, he released her and shrugged it off before reaching down and dragging her own off. Her bra came next. She watched him with half-lidded eyes as he molded his hand around the bottom of one breast and took the nipple into his moist mouth, suckling strongly, while fondling the other.
Electricity flashed through her sensitive buds, and she curled her arm around the back of his head, keeping his mouth on her breast, silently encouraging him to continue, not to stop this delicious torture.
He bit her.
Not hard, but a sting of pain had her crying out as the pleasure sharpened, sending shockwaves straight to her wet core.
“Do that again!” she cried.
And he did, harder this time, but she loved it. The pleasurable pain was just what she needed, craved.
He moved on to the other breast, lavishing the nipple with his silken tongue before biting her, driving her wild.
He was straddling her, and she arched her hips, bucking into his groin, unable to control the helpless movement, as well as her cries in his ear.
“You move so beautifully, Kagome, make the most erotic sounds,” Sesshomaru murmured sinfully when he moved his lips to her ear. He bit her lobe. She gave a sharp moan of delight.
“Very responsive,” he whispered, trailing his lips to her neck.
Her hands were between them as she explored the expanse of his wide chest, thumbing his nipples, scratching them with her nails. He groaned. She did it again.
He ground his erection against her pubic bone.
“Feel what you do to me?” he rasped, thrusting against her in small shallow strokes.
She thrashed her head against his pillow, and clung to him, pressing her body along his.
“Please, Sesshomaru!”
As if knowing how fiercely she ached, his hands were on her jeans, releasing the snap and lowering the zipper; he yanked them down, all the way off. Her hands flew to his pants then. He helped her take them off him, but he stopped her before she could remove his boxers.
“Not yet,” he whispered gruffly.
Before she could object, he was removing her panties, slowly.
Her breath hitched in her throat when she was finally bare before him. She didn’t stop him, could only watch—transfixed, as he spread her thighs, and settled between them.
He pet her, stroked his fingers through the moisture her core wept for him.
Then he gazed up at her with a fierce expression. “This is mine,” he growled roughly, cupping her sex possessively. “Say it.”
At that moment, she would say just about anything for him to continue.
“Yes! Yours. Please…” she whimpered, arching her hips, needing him to assuage the ache he had coaxed within her.
His smile was all teeth, feral, primal with desire.
He pushed a finger inside her.
She moaned.
He groaned. “So wet and tight.”
He pressed another finger inside her, scissoring them outward. She trembled, her nails digging into his biceps as the waves of pleasure rose higher.
“Need to make you wetter,” he muttered.
He bent his fingers towards himself, rubbing along the upper wall of her vagina, seeking, searching.
She cried out, loudly.
“There?” he smiled wickedly when he found her pleasure spot.
He stroked her almost to the brink of orgasm before he removed his fingers.
She moaned pitifully, needing release.
“Need to be inside you,” he rasped, shucking off his boxers, and settling between her thighs once more.
He guided his long length to her weeping core, and shuddered when her cream bathed the head of his cock.
Kagome eyed his length with some dismay. He was huge. Would he fit?
As if reading her mind, he reassured her in a gruff voice, “We’ll fit. Relax.”
His hissed the last word as he pushed against her opening, the head gaining entrance, before thrusting powerfully, sheathing himself in one hard lunge.
The pleasurable pain of his entrance caused Kagome to scream as her release finally shattered her. She clawed at his back, writhed beneath him uncontrollably, as her inner walls spasmed around his shaft.
“I’m all you need. Believe in me, my love!” he whispered thickly against her neck as he claimed her as his, body, heart, and soul.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Two chapters remaining! Which will she choose? To stay with her first love or continue with her revenge? Will love dispell her bitterness?