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Inuyasha flopped down on the couch in a huff, venting his frustration with himself through a low growl. How it had taken him almost fifteen minutes to notice that he had been pacing in circles around his apartment, he would never know.

What he did know is that he was acting ridiculous, and there was no fucking reason for it.

Just because Kagome had been gone for five days, four hours, and thirty-something minutes (not that he was counting), did not mean that he was going crazy without her. They had been apart for much longer before. Occasional separations were normal for them even, all part of their arrangement since he first moved to New York and started working for Yugen.

So then why couldn’t he sit the fuck still?

Catching his knee bouncing up and down for the hundredth time that day, he cursed under his breath and sank further into the couch cushions. Having nothing better to do, he stayed there for several minutes, foot tapping incessantly, before the faint sound of elevator doors in the lobby caught his attention. Perking up a bit, he tracked the rising mechanical noises, until the too-far-away-to-be-his-floor ding flooded him with disappointment and he slumped back down, letting out a dramatic sigh.

Okay…maybe he was going a little crazy.

In his defense, the week between Christmas and New Year’s was supposed to be spent lazing around at home with your partner, dammit. Although he’d gone most of his life without such domestic comforts, he had to admit that he looked forward to it every year, now that he knew what it was like.

He’d already exhausted all of the usual things he did to keep himself busy while Kagome was away. The surge of woodworking orders he’d received leading up to the holidays had all been fulfilled, and he planned on taking a small break before accepting more. He’d caught up on the few animes he watches, spent some time at Miroku and Sango’s place, played endless phone games, and at one point even did a deep clean of their apartment out of sheer boredom.

The only thing he’d really wanted to do was waste a few days away with his wife, lounging around in each other’s arms without any of their usual responsibilities to interrupt. But no…Yugen just had to give Kagome a last-minute assignment in Canada the day after Christmas. And since he had already been scheduled to assist another photographer on a small day job, Shippo had gotten to tag along as her assistant instead.

All because some stupid “endangered” wolf decided to have their litter of pups a week early.

Of course it was a fucking wolf.

He didn’t even live in Alaska anymore, and those fuckers were still finding ways to ruin his life.

Then, as if that wasn’t already bad enough, a major snowstorm had swept across the Northeast early that morning, delaying her flight home by almost six hours and cutting into his limited time with her even more.

Growling once again, he fished his phone out of his pocket, checking to see if Kagome had texted him at all since she’d let him know that she landed safely…almost two hours ago. He tried not to worry that she hadn’t, knowing it was guaranteed to be an absolute shitshow trying to get anywhere tonight. Despite his many offers to pick her up at the airport, she had insisted he stay home to spare him the hassle of holiday traffic and crowded public spaces. At this point, he would have happily dealt with it all, just to see her that much sooner.

At the very least, it would have given him something to do.

Letting out another pitiful sigh, he resigned himself to mindlessly scrolling through carpentry articles, keeping his ears pointed in the direction of the hallway. He had no idea how much time he wasted before he heard the elevator doors open in the lobby again. Tracking its ascension as he had earlier, he tried not to get his hopes up too much.

But this time, the ding was definitely loud enough to be their floor, and was followed by the sound of footsteps he would recognize anywhere.

Leaping to his feet, Inuyasha stuffed his phone in his back pocket with a grin. As he made his way towards the door, he did his best to try and suppress the ridiculous impulse that sometimes made itself known when Kagome returned home. It was annoying as fuck that the sound of jingling keys apparently stirred up some deep-seated urge to wiggle his butt, almost like his body wanted to wag a tail he doesn’t have.

Stupid inuyoukai instincts.

In an effort to appear as though he hadn’t been about to climb up the fucking walls in her absence, he leaned one shoulder against the wall, casually crossing his arms over his chest. Kagome burst through the door a moment later, fully bundled up in winter attire and rolling her small suitcase behind her. Her cheeks were rosy from the frigid outside air, hair windswept and sticking out in all directions from underneath her hat.

Cute as ever, in his opinion, although he could tell that she was more than a little frazzled.

With a huff, she blew her bangs out of her eyes while the door slammed shut behind her. Seeking him out, she flashed him a warm smile that then quickly fell back into a scowl.

“Ugh, remind me to never fly into New York City on New Year’s Eve ever again,” she grumbled, removing her hat, scarf, and winter jacket and hanging them on the hooks by the door. “What a nightmare.”

Inuyasha frowned. “Shoulda let me pick you up.”

She shook her head, bending over to loosen the laces of her slush-coated boots. “Then we both would’ve had to suffer.”

“I could’ve just carried you and ran back. Woulda been faster.”

Kagome grimaced and shook her head again, tugging off her boots and placing them on their small shoe rack. “Too cold.”

He was prepared to argue his point, but as she straightened up and turned her full attention towards him, the words died in his throat.

“Oh, well. I made it,” she reasoned with a small shrug, granting him one of her signature light-up-the-whole-room smiles.

Inuyasha melted almost embarrassingly fast, all tension leaving his body in an instant. Easily grinning back, he pushed off the wall at the same time that she stepped forward; they met in the middle, both wrapping their arms around each other in a warm embrace.

“Missed you,” Kagome mumbled into his chest. Softening even more, he squeezed her a bit tighter in response.

“Missed you too.”

He pulled back slightly and she followed the cue, tilting her chin so that he could plant a couple of sweet kisses on her lips before she rested her cheek back against his collarbone. Holding her close, he rubbed soothing patterns up and down her back while contentment settled deep into his bones. As much as he hated being apart from her, the palpable rush of joy he experienced when they reunited was a particular kind of high that was impossible to find anywhere else.

Embarking on his usual ritual to re-ground himself after she’d been away, he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling deeply.

That was when he noticed that something was…different.

Her peaches-and-vanilla scent soothed him the way it always did, but beneath the comforting familiarity was a certain undertone he had never picked up on before.

An intoxicating one.

“Mmm…you smell good,” Inuyasha murmured, sliding his hands down her back.

“Are you kidding?” She snorted lightly. “I was just crammed in a crowded airplane with a bunch of sweaty strangers for three hours. Not to mention, I figured I was going to have to listen to you rant about ‘wolf stench.’”

Her outerwear did reek of wolves, which was probably the only thing that had distracted him from noticing the difference in her scent the moment she walked through the door. Now that his senses had been infiltrated, however, he couldn’t believe it had taken him so long to detect. That strangely seductive quality was powerful, disorienting him to the point that he felt somewhat drunk.

He wasn’t sure if there was such a thing as porn for your nose, but if not, he was pretty sure he’d just discovered it.

“No…I mean you smell good,” Inuyasha purred, emphasizing his point by slipping his hands under the hem of her sweater to gently squeeze her love handles. Nosing her hair out of the way, he placed a suggestive kiss on the corner of her jaw before breathing deeply to get another hit. Like the fanning of flames, that primal urge flared within him once more, heating his blood in a way that he could barely make sense of.

“Oh…” Kagome breathed, automatically tilting her head so that he’d have more room for the kisses he had begun placing down the column of her neck.

Although he hadn’t been planning to jump into this part of their reunion ritual so soon, each press of his lips to her soft skin chipped away at his rationality.

At least, knowing his wife, she probably wouldn’t mind if they skipped ahead.

Carnal instincts were rapidly taking over his actions, runaway and wild. Capturing her mouth in a fiery kiss, he ground his pelvis against hers, subtly walking them towards their bedroom.

Kagome eagerly surrendered at first, relishing the feeling of his warm hands sliding further up her back beneath her sweater, gently kneading her muscles. She had missed him, after all. It didn’t take much for her knees to grow weak, for her blood to start simmering, but once her calves hit the edge of their mattress, she forced herself to break their impassioned liplock. Pulling back, she grabbed his biceps and gave them a firm squeeze.

“Inuyasha,” she whined as he moved his attention back to her neck, not picking up on her signal to slow down. “Not fair…you know we don’t have time right now.”

Inuyasha froze before standing up straight, shooting her a quizzical look. “Whaddya mean?” Her scent had muddled all of his thoughts, leaving him hazy and a little light-headed.

“Yugen’s New Year’s Eve party?” Kagome looked at him like she was concerned for his sanity. “The one we’ve been talking about for weeks…and that I reminded you about again right before I boarded. I said that because of the delay, we were probably going to have to leave right away once I got home, remember?”

Inuyasha scowled, vaguely recalling the conversation. “How much time ‘til we gotta be there?”

“It starts at eight, which is in…” Holding up her wrist to check the time, her eyes went wide. “Eep! Only fifteen minutes.”

Barely suppressing a groan when she pulled away from him, he trailed close behind as she headed back towards her suitcase.

“We can’t be a little late?” he tried, despite knowing it was a lost cause just from the change in her expression.

She had switched into work mode. There was no reaching her now.

“We’re already going to be so late as it is,” she countered, digging through her suitcase until she found her bag of toiletries. “I still have to get ready, then we have to figure out how to get there…and they never even told me when I’m supposed to be giving my speech.”

Inuyasha pouted as she walked away from him again, launching into a full-blown rant about the huge snowstorm that had delayed her flight, gridlocked holiday traffic, and how she now had almost no time to get ready for the formal party. She moved about the apartment in a rush as she spoke, gathering everything she needed for her bathroom routine.

Inuyasha tried to pay attention, responding with sympathetic grunts when necessary, but his mind remained fixated on the overwhelming draw of her scent. He wasn’t sure why the hell it was affecting him so strongly tonight, the only thing he could compare it to being the fluctuations in her natural scent he’d sometimes picked up on ever since she’d had her IUD removed a little over a year ago.

But this was far more concentrated. Far more alluring. Like a perfectly ripe peach that was juicy, plump, and just waiting to be eaten, enveloped by heavenly, rich swirls of vanilla he wanted to drown in.

And of-fucking-course they already had plans.

With great difficulty he shifted focus, reminding himself that Kagome was nervous about delivering the speech she had been working on for weeks. Since she had recently celebrated ten years with Yugen, and had brought extra attention to the publication after winning several more international photography awards, she had been part of a select few given the honor of making remarks at the company’s fiftieth-anniversary-slash-new-year’s-eve celebration. If it wasn’t for that, and the fact that he knew she always got flustered when she was late, he would have insisted that the party could wait.

Within two minutes, Kagome had picked through their closet and shut herself in the bathroom to take “the fastest of showers,” leaving him to lounge on their bed alone, tapping his foot to vent some of his frustration.

She exited the bathroom in record time a short while later, breezing past him wearing an off-the-shoulder sweater dress that hugged her curves in all the right places and looked oddly familiar…

“That’s what you’re wearing?” Inuyasha practically whined as the realization hit him, biting his lip to keep an actual whine from escaping.

Kagome halted in her tracks, casting an offended glare in his direction. “What’s wrong with this dress?” She twisted around as if looking for a stain, and he groaned inwardly, captivated by the slight jiggle of her ass that the taut fabric cradled so perfectly.

Not. Helping.

He was pretty sure she could have come out wearing a fucking potato sack and he still would have been drooling over her, but this…this was basically torture. Although relatively modest in the amount of skin it covered, the deep navy-blue dress left little to the imagination with the way that it clung so tightly to each curve and dip of her toned, voluptuous body.

Even with the knowledge of exactly what lay underneath, he was still imagining plenty.

“Nothing’s wrong with it,” he clarified, rolling his eyes, which seemed to be all the confirmation she needed to continue on her way. “You remember the first time I saw you in that dress, right?”

“Of course.” Kagome flashed a mischievous grin over her shoulder before searching through her jewelry box, choosing a pair of sparkly earrings and necklace to complete her ensemble. “I bought it especially for that Fancy Feast back in Fairbanks, because I was trying to impress you.”

Inuyasha stood and walked up behind her, locking eyes in the full-length mirror as he pulled her wavy hair back off her shoulders. A mistake, considering how her scent slammed into him again at full force, somehow even more enticing now that she had washed away the lingering smells of the airport.

“Well it fuckin’ worked.” He suggestively trailed his gaze down her body, then back up. “Still works.”

The corners of her lips ticked up, her sapphire eyes sparkling with amusement. He nuzzled against the side of her head, and when she tilted it slightly to put on an earring, he was unable to resist placing a kiss on her delectable neck, inhaling deeply as he did so.

“Ugh, babe…” he whined. “This dress…your scent…I think you’re tryin’ to kill me.”

He rested his hands on her hips, lightly trailing them up the sides of her body, and for a few moments Kagome let herself enjoy his attention, her eyes fluttering closed.

“I have nothing else to wear that’s warm and fancy enough,” she managed to breathe out, trying to keep her own desires in check. “And it’s not like I can control my scent.”

“Are ya sure we can’t be a few extra minutes late?” His breath was hot on her neck, sending pleasant shivers down her spine.

It was certainly tempting.

When his hands reached her breasts, gently cupping them from underneath, she smirked, turning around to face him.

“Alright, down boy,” she teased.

Inuyasha let out a small growl, his ears pinning back as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Can’t help it,” he grumbled under his breath, causing her to chuckle lightly.

“I wish we had time,” she lamented genuinely, reaching up to trail her fingertips along his jaw. “But as soon as we’re back in this building, I’m all yours.”

The corners of his mouth tilted up at that.

“Promise?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“Promise,” Kagome confirmed just as huskily, pushing up on her toes to give him a brief but sensual kiss.

Her hands rested on his hips to keep her balance, making her realize that he was still in sweatpants. Abruptly pulling back, she gave him an incredulous look.

“Why are you not dressed?!”

“Cause it only takes me two minutes.” Inuyasha gave her one of his signature eye rolls.

“Well do it now, please!” she scolded, pushing him towards the closet where they kept their nicer clothes.

“Ugh, I’m goin’!” he groaned, hating the existence of this party more and more.

Kagome turned back to the mirror while Inuyasha changed into his suit in the background. Digging through her makeup bag, she found the simplest combination of products she could. She dusted on a bit of blush, swiped on some neutral sparkly eyeshadow, and lined her waterline with black eyeliner before pulling her mascara out for the final touch.

“Can ya do my tie?” She heard him approach from behind. “It always looks better when you do it.”

Finishing the last swipe of mascara before recapping it and turning around, she froze in place for a moment at the sight of her husband. Looking him up and down, she discreetly pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth before closing the small distance between them.

How could she have forgotten her weakness for men, more specifically Inuyasha, in formal wear?

Grasping both ends of his silky burgundy tie, she tied it as quickly as possible, trying not to get too distracted by how perfectly his crisp, white dress shirt conformed to his muscular physique. Or the way his black suit jacket accentuated his broad shoulders. Or the belt buckle centered right where she knew that delicious V lay waiting for her underneath.

For the hundredth time that day, she internally cursed the snowstorm that had delayed her flight.

It was with maybe with a little more force than necessary that she pushed the knot up towards the hollow of his neck, thinking about how she would tug it off him later. By the time she met his gaze once again, he was wearing a knowing smirk, one eyebrow raised.

“Oi,” he teased, lightly grasping her chin. “Stop gettin’ all horny after you told me we gotta wait.”

“Can’t help it,” she echoed his earlier excuse, trailing her fingers down his unfortunately-cloth-covered chest and biting her lip again. “I forgot how good you look in a suit.”

Inuyasha let out a half-groan half-whine, almost stomping his foot in frustration before abruptly stepping back.

“Alright, let’s get outta here before I call Caitlin and tell her we ain’t comin’ at all.”

With a small sigh, Kagome agreed, turning back to the mirror to swipe on a quick coat of lipstick. After double-checking that she had everything in her clutch, slipping on some thigh-high nude leggings, navy heels, and a heavy wool jacket, they were finally walking out the door.

Inuyasha followed, already counting down the minutes until they could return.

This was going to be a long fucking night.

Almost an hour past the official start of the party, Kagome dragged Inuyasha through the double doors of a swanky rooftop bar in the Lower East Side, her eyes widening as she took in her surroundings. Yugen didn’t throw parties often, but when they did, they certainly went all out.

Practically every surface in the room glittered silver or gold, with herds of silver and black balloons hovering towards the top of the high ceilings. The far wall was covered in floor-to-ceiling windows that led out to the balcony, offering a dazzling view of the New York City skyline. Festive jazz music blared through wall-mounted speakers throughout the room, and waitstaff walked around offering trays of hors d'oeuvres to the many well-dressed guests.

If she didn’t know better, she would have thought she had wandered into a party for some kind of celebrity.

After checking their coats, she weaved through the crowded space with her husband by her side, smiling and waving at their coworkers as they passed.

“Kagome! Inuyasha!”

At the sound of their names, she looked around, spotting Sango and Miroku waving them over to where they stood at a small, round bar table.

“Hey, guys!” Kagome greeted, giving them both quick hugs. Stepping aside so that they could greet Inuyasha as well, she noticed that her friends were practically glowing. “You two seem happy.”

“This is our first night out without the kids in ages,” Miroku explained with a grin.

Sango nodded, a matching smile on her face as she raised the wine glass in her hand. “And as of a week ago, I’m fully weaned off breastfeeding, so I can finally drink again!”

“She’s already wasted,” Miroku stage-whispered while pointing a thumb towards his wife. He seemed to have indulged equally, however, his eyes more lidded than usual and a crooked grin on his face.

Sango shot him a mock glare, elbowing him in the side. “Shut up, am not.” Bringing her drink to her lips, she took a large gulp. “Not yet, anyway.”

Kagome laughed with her friends before looking around.

“Is Shippo here yet?”

“Yeah, he got here just a few minutes ago. I think he’s at the bar,” Sango answered, scanning the room. “He told us how your flight was delayed because of the storm. That’s so annoying!”

“Tell me about it. I barely had time —”

Kagome whirled around when she felt a tap on her shoulder, coming face-to-face with her boss. “Caitlin, hi!” She gave her a quick hug. “Sorry we’re late, the flight –”

“Got delayed, yes. I know, no problem,” she placated, waving her off with a friendly smile. “Now that you’re here, we want to get the speeches out of the way so that we can really get this party started. Kai is going to go first, then Sara. You’ll go after that, and then I’ll say a quick little something at the end to wrap up! Just listen for your introduction.”

Kagome nodded, smiling at her boss’s unceasingly business-like nature. “Okay, sounds good.”

She passed the time by chatting with Miroku, Sango and several other coworkers, waiting for her cue somewhat anxiously. Although she was honored to have been chosen to give a speech, at this point she really just wanted to get it over with. Public speaking wasn’t usually such a big deal for her, but with her entire day being thrown off thanks to her rushed homecoming, plus the large crowd of what had to be well over a hundred people, she was feeling a little on edge.

Finally, the music stopped and the CEO, Kai, was handed a microphone, a spotlight focusing on where he stood by the entrance of the room. Kagome’s heart rate increased a bit as she listened to his remarks, then Sara’s, discreetly re-reading what she had written down in her phone while she waited. After she was finally introduced, she walked to the front of the room as everyone clapped, looking over her shoulder just in time to catch an encouraging nod from her husband.

Inuyasha watched proudly while Kagome delivered her speech without a hitch. She may have been nervous, but no one would ever be able to tell with the effortless way she commanded the crowd, speaking of Yugen’s accomplishments as well as her own professional journey within the company. He blushed when she called him out, explaining to anyone who didn’t already know how a typical assignment in remote Alaska ended up leading her to her future husband. Heads turned to look at him, but to his relief, she drew their attention back to her soon after with a joke and a toast to the new year.

Everyone clapped loudly as she finished, and when he spotted her walking towards him a minute later, he could practically feel the relief that poured off her.

“You killed it, babe,” he murmured in her ear once she reached him, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and placing a sweet kiss on the crown of her head. She beamed up at him and hugged his side before they both returned their attention to the front of the room for Caitlin’s closing remarks.

After the final round of cheers, the lights were dimmed and the music turned up loud, the DJ urging everyone to make their way to the dance floor. Kagome looked around, wondering where Sango and Miroku had disappeared to, before Inuyasha informed her that they had gone to get another drink.

“That sounds like a great idea,” she half-yelled over the thumping music, taking his hand and dragging him towards the bar.

On the way, she spotted the friends in question. As they approached, she could tell that they were both at least buzzed, if not full-on drunk by this point. Sango was giving her husband her best puppy-dog eyes, gripping one of his arms in one hand and her drink in the other. Miroku was staring back at her just as earnestly through heavy eyelids, holding her loosely around the waist. They didn’t even notice when Kagome and Inuyasha came up beside them.

“The kids are fine, darling. You left them in very capable hands. Weren’t you all excited about having a night out, just the two of us?”

“I knowwww…but I miss them!” Sango pouted.

“I miss them, too,” Miroku conceded, appearing to consider something. “Would it help if we call – Oh hey, Kagome! Great speech!” Finally noticing her, he turned and raised his glass, seemingly grateful for the interruption. Sango also switched gears alarmingly fast, breaking out into a beaming smile.

“Oh my god, yes!” She gave Kagome a sloppy, one-armed hug, barely managing not to spill her drink. “You did so freaking good!

“Thank you!” Kagome grinned back, thinking that she really needed to get on Sango’s level. But Miroku had already engaged Inuyasha in conversation, and Sango had leaned in closer to her as if to do the same, so she seemed to be trapped for the time being.

“Ugh, this is so annoying. I’ve been dying for a night out like this for months, years even, and now that I’m finally here, all I can think about is my fucking kids.” She rolled her eyes.

Kagome chuckled along with her, and Sango’s gaze softened.

“It’s just that they’re at that age where you go away for a few hours and you miss some huge milestone, you know?” Sango stared at her earnestly before realizing that she didn’t actually know, then waved a hand to cover up her mistake. “You guys will see once you have your own, trust me.”

Kagome felt a small pang at the mention of her and Inuyasha’s non-existent children. Sango knew how much she had recently come to desire a family, and was always quick to reassure her that it was definitely going to happen, but she couldn’t help but feel more disheartened as time continued to pass without any progress on that front.

Ever since she’d had that dream a few months ago that gave her a glimpse of the child she didn’t have, and hadn’t realized she wanted so badly, the idea hadn’t let go of her heart.

Maybe the only reason Sango’s offhand comment even got to her so much was because she’d had the same dream again last night. Just as bittersweet as the first time, it had stirred up that same intense longing that made her feel like something was missing in her life.

Why hadn’t she gotten pregnant by now? Was it because —

Stopping what was sure to be a downward spiral in its tracks, she reminded herself that this was not the time or place to let those worries get the best of her. She had already decided to talk to Inuyasha about it later, and they would decide what to do from there.

No use getting ahead of herself.

“Oh, that reminds me!”Sango fished her phone out of her clutch purse, bringing up a video. “I wanted to show you how much Hisui loves your Christmas gift.”

Although Kagome couldn’t help the small twinge of jealousy she felt, her heart lightened considerably while watching baby Hisui slap his tiny hands on the soft toy piano she’d gotten him, a huge smile lighting up his chubby cheeks. She giggled, cooing over his cuteness until she felt her husband’s gaze on her.

Looking up, she caught his eye and they exchanged a warm smile.

Sango then drew Miroku’s attention to something on her phone, leaving Kagome free to continue ogling her husband. Without the stresses of travel and public speaking hanging over her head anymore, she took a moment just to admire him. After all, a large part of her desire for a family was because she thought he would make an incredible father.

Those fuzzy ears she loved so much swiveled in her direction, and her grin grew wider. He outshone the glitzy room in her eyes, filling her with an overwhelming certainty that everything would be okay. There were other things she should focus on right now, things that technically went hand-in-hand with her goal of making a baby anyways.

Starting with how smoking hot her husband looked in a suit.

It was a rare sight, so she made a pre-New Year’s resolution right then and there to spend the rest of the night celebrating that.

But that wasn’t the only reason she found herself feeling so thirsty all of the sudden.

Not only had they been apart for days, but due to the holiday rush and packed work schedules, their recent intimate encounters in the weeks leading up to her Canada trip had been little more than lazy quickies at the end of nights when they were both already exhausted. It had been far too long since they had a thorough fuck session that left them both sweaty, satisfied, and utterly spent.

That was going to change tonight.

Remembering the sexy promise she’d made him back at their apartment, she began formulating ideas to get him riled up in anticipation of what awaited him when they got home.

Announcing to Sango and Miroku that they were going to get a drink, Kagome grabbed Inuyasha’s hand and dragged him towards the bar. As they walked, she snuck a few more glances at him out of the corner of her eye, mischief building.

His brow furrowed, catching on.

“What’s with you?” Inuyasha asked shrewdly, narrowing his eyes as they weaved through groups of people.

“What do you mean?” she replied, trying to sound innocent.

“I dunno, you were lookin’ at me funny just now.”

“I just like you, that’s all.” She beamed at him, and although he didn’t seem to fully buy it, he didn’t say anything as they approached the bar and ordered their drinks. She insisted that they stay there for several rounds, wanting to make up for the time they lost by arriving so late.

Inuyasha was always game for a few drinks, and didn’t care much about socializing, so he willingly went along with her plan, doubling up whenever they ordered to give him a better chance of actually getting buzzed. Now that she had gotten through the stressful parts of her day, he was able to relax as well. Despite being in public, which usually put him on edge, he had fun just hanging out and chatting with his wife, tossing back drinks in a way they rarely did these days.

His fatal flaw was in forgetting that Tipsy Kagome…equaled Horny Kagome.

By the time she got to her third daiquiri, she had become shamelessly flirty, slipping innuendos into their conversations and finding subtle ways to always be in physical contact. While they sat at the bar, she frequently brushed her leg against his, rested her hand on his arm, smoothed his hair or his tie.

Each touch, no matter how light or fleeting, managed to augment his appetite for his wife.

If he had been hungry before, now he was fucking ravenous.

Apparently unaware, or uncaring, of his affliction, she took things even further when they got up to mingle with their coworkers. Latching possessively onto the back of his belt as they chatted, she dipped a couple fingers inside his waistband, underneath his suit jacket where no one could see. Every time he tried to shoot her a glare, she would look up at him through her lashes with what some might mistake as innocence, but he knew was actually a ruse meant to burn him alive.

It was starting to drive him fucking insane, especially because he could tell she was doing it on purpose.

Which was pretty unfair, considering that her scent had already been slowly destroying his sanity all on its own. He had been able to put it out of his mind when they first arrived at the party, with all of the many sights, sounds, and other smells to distract him. But now that she had gone and gotten herself all worked up, amplifying that seductive note of her scent to a dizzying level, he was completely fucked.

His thoughts ran rampant with debaucherous imagery, vividly fantasizing about all of the filthy things he wanted to do to his wife while growing increasingly frustrated that he couldn’t do them right now. He tried not to act as tense as he felt, but every time he inhaled her scent a little too deeply, or let his eyes linger on her in that goddamn dress, he was forced to readjust his stance yet again to try and conceal his half-erect dick.

All of it made for an uncomfortable evening of short and stilted conversations with people he didn’t give a fuck about, while pretending he wasn’t imagining how Kagome’s tits would look pressed up against the large glass windows as he held onto a fistful of her hair and pounded her from behind. The strain of trying to keep his blood from flowing into his groin was borderline agony, causing a dull ache to form in his balls as the night went on.

He hated this fucking party.

At this point, he hated New Year’s Eve in general.

Seeking refuge at the snack table, he relished being antisocial while counting down the minutes until the new year. He tried to take solace in the fact that there was only about an hour and a half left before he could finally take his wife home and rail her the way he wanted – no – needed to.

Speaking of his wife, he spotted her being dragged to the dance floor by Sango and Miroku out of the corner of his eye. Groaning internally, he had a feeling that this would only result in more suffering for him, based on the girls’ lack of sobriety. Sure enough, Sango and Kagome latched onto one another right away and began dancing enthusiastically, toeing the line of grinding while still remaining work-appropriate.

Great.

As if he wasn’t already being put through the ringer, he now had to endure further torment in the form of watching Kagome’s hips sway and gyrate in time to the thumping music.

But as much as he longed for relief, he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away.

For whatever reason, everything about her was more enticing than usual tonight. Her movements were fluid and sensual, hypnotizing him with curves that seemed to call out for his touch. Her flowing black hair shone a little extra in the dim lighting, contrasting brilliantly against the creamy skin of her shoulders. And when she caught his eye, there was a certain sparkle there, leaving him just as spellbound as the wicked smile and purposefully sultry roll of her hips that followed.

Fuck.

She was downright irresistible, and yet he still had to, somehow, resist her.

Fuck.

Finally managing to rip his gaze away, he checked the clock on his phone for the umpteenth time, deciding to drown his frustration with more alcohol. Making his way to the bar, he ordered two glasses of whiskey before tossing a couple dollars in the tip jar and plopping down in a bar stool that no one was sitting near.

He needed some space, a few deep breaths, and maybe a google search for ‘Sesshomaru Taisho,’ as a last resort.

Trying to concentrate on unsexy thoughts, he had just finished the first of his drinks when Kagome approached in his periphery, slightly out of breath with cheeks and chest flushed red from dancing. Drawn in by the tempting slant of her collarbones, his gaze automatically flashed down to the small dip at the center of her neckline before returning to her face.

Now he was overheating, just from the tiniest glimpse of cleavage.

Removing his suit jacket, he draped it over the back of the stool before rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. His wife, who was now standing by his side, stared at him with a strange look on her face.

“What? It’s hot as fuck in here,” he explained.

“Mmm…sure is,” Kagome said flirtily, pumping her brows as she eyed his forearms.

The spike in her scent made him smirk, as much as it also caused the ache in his groin to intensify. At least she could understand a little bit of his pain.

Gears turning in his head, he wondered if there was a way to use this to his advantage. Possibly level the playing field a bit.

Maybe he could even get her to want to leave early…

As she sat down next to him and flagged down the bartender to place her drink order, he rested one elbow on the bar, smirk still in place. “Betcha wish you had just let us be a little extra late now, huh?”

“Hmm…” She seemed to ponder it for a moment. “No. I was too stressed out to properly enjoy it before.” The bartender brought her drink and she turned to accept it before looking back at him with a playful grin.

“Besides…now I have something to look forward to.” He wasn’t sure how, but even the way she stirred her drink was flirtatious, rousing his blood in a similar fashion. “And I’m definitely looking forward to it.”

Kagome winked, enjoying the way his gaze darkened in response. She could tell he had been keeping a tight lock on himself all night, but had caught him staring longingly at her enough times to know that her little plan was working.

Maybe it was a bit cruel of her, but part of her wanted to see how far she could push him before he broke.

Making sure that Inuyasha (and no one else) was watching, she extracted the straw from her frozen daiquiri and dangled it right in front of her lips, letting some of the excess liquid drip into the glass while she observed with half-lidded eyes. Shifting her gaze back to his, she conjured up a vivid mental image of his stiff cock before stretching out her tongue and slowly running the flat of it up the side of the mock-phallus. Treating the icy slush like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted, she savored each drop as she sensually licked it up, ending with a dramatic flick for theatricality’s sake.

The sight of him going stock-still gave her a rush of satisfaction, but she wasn’t done yet.

Tilting her head to one side, she affixed him with her most seductive stare as she proceeded to insert the straw into her mouth. Peering up at him through thick, dark lashes, she hollowed out her cheeks and ever-so-slowly sucked it clean, imagining her lips were wrapped around something much bigger.

Inuyasha had a good poker face, she’d give him that.

It was only because she knew her husband so well that she was able to detect the tiny yet telltale signs that he was struggling to maintain control. There was the tensing of his jaw, the bob of his Adam’s apple, the way his pupils had blown out wide enough to almost entirely eclipse his golden irises. Otherwise, he appeared perfectly calm and collected as he tossed back the last sip of his drink and set the empty glass on the bar, keeping their gazes locked but remaining silent.

Kagome frowned when he abruptly pushed his stool back and stood up, starting to wonder if she had actually had the desired effect on him after all.

Maybe she had pushed him too far, and now he was just annoyed.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom,” Inuyasha replied shortly as he walked around the back of her chair.

Kagome’s pouting was cut short by a large hand settling on the small of her back, warmth seeping into her skin through the fabric of her dress. Inuyasha’s lips hovered just above her ear, his hot breath tickling her cartilage as he gave it a playful nip that was just hard enough to make her jump.

“Either we get outta here real soon…” he rumbled, low and dangerous. “Or I’m takin’ you out on the balcony, bending you over that railing, and fucking you right here at this party. At this point, the whole damn city can watch for all I care…so it’s your choice.”

Inuyasha punctuated his ultimatum by tracing the inner shell of her ear with his tongue, sending a delightful shiver down her spine. Her heart was pounding by the time he stood up straight and walked away, leaving her with an almost unbearable ache between her thighs. Her inner walls clenched, squeezing the void that she so desperately longed to be filled by his cock.

She could imagine exactly how good it would feel. Hitting all the right spots, pounding her into oblivion —

Before rounding the corner, Inuyasha glanced back over his shoulder to flash her a cocky smirk, well aware of exactly what state he’d left her in.

Damn, he was good.

Biting her lip, she crossed her legs a little tighter in a vain attempt to contain the heat rising within her.

How had she forgotten that he always seemed to win these little public games she started? He clearly had a lot more control over himself than she did, considering he had endured all of her teasing thus far without a word, and all it had taken for her to completely unravel was two sentences and some brief touching.

Maybe she’d had a little too much to drink, because for a moment she genuinely considered following him to the bathroom and sucking him off in one of the stalls. It was only the unpleasant thought of one of their coworkers finding her on her knees in a public restroom that had her switching gears, trying to come up with another way to remedy the feverish state she now found herself in.

Maybe she’d just take him up on his offer to bend her over the balcony, because fuck if that didn’t sound incredibly hot at the moment. Absentmindedly toying with her straw as she stared out the window at said balcony, she wondered if it was possible to get away with it without getting caught.

Midnight was starting to seem much too far away…

A mass of orange hair suddenly obscured her vision, causing her to jump.

“Oh! Hey, Shippo.” She blinked several times, trying to clear the dirty thoughts from her head. “Where have you been all night?”

“Talking to Mizuki.” He grinned mischievously, and Kagome smiled and shook her head.

“You better be nice to her,” she chided. “She’s the one who signs off on everyone’s paychecks.”

“Of course I’m being nice.” Shippo blinked back at her, the picture of innocence, but Kagome sometimes worried about how much of a flirt he had become.

She blamed Miroku’s influence.

“She had to leave early, so I walked her to the subway, like the gentleman I am,” Shippo explained with a wink. She narrowed her eyes, prepared to grill him about his intentions with their finance manager, until something he’d said sparked an idea.

“Actually…” Thinking on her feet, Kagome realized that she didn’t have to wait until after midnight to soothe the ache. She had already given her speech, mingled with everyone she wanted to mingle with, got some dancing in, and thoroughly enjoyed the open bar. Probably encouraged by said enjoyment, she made a split-second decision. “Inuyasha and I were just getting ready to head out, too.”

“What?” Shippo’s brow furrowed. “Why? There’s still another hour until the ball drops!”

“I know. It’s just that I’m…not feeling that great,” she lied. “So I was hoping to get home before the rush of traffic.”

“You mean you’re getting sick?” he questioned, looking her over. Kagome realized abruptly that she hadn’t thought this through, forgetting how anxious, and nosy, her younger friend could be. “You seemed fine on the plane, and you don’t look sick.” She cringed when he leaned in closer, sniffing her. “You don’t smell — oh.”

Shippo leaned back, his expression quickly morphing from concerned to mild disgust.

“Wow,” he deadpanned, rolling his eyes. “You two have a problem.”

“Wh – What are you talking about?” Kagome flushed dark red, realizing the mistake she’d made when choosing her lie. She sometimes forgot that Inuyasha wasn’t the only one in their friend group who had an enhanced sense of smell.

Her husband chose that moment to reappear at her side, still looking like an absolute snack with his rolled up sleeves and deliciously form-fitting dress shirt. Unable to tear her eyes away, her thoughts returned alarmingly quickly to where they had been when he left her.

And with that, all of her shame and embarrassment flew out the window.

They were all adults, right?

“What’s up, kid?” Inuyasha asked casually, wrapping an arm around the back of her chair. She lifted her gaze to his face, and they exchanged a fleeting glance that held enough heat to tell her his mind was still on their previous encounter as well.

“Just talking to Kagome about how you’re leaving the party early just so you can go bang.”

If Inuyasha still had a drink he would have spit it out. His eyes went wide, his head swiveling comically fast towards the kitsune. “What?!”

Kagome knew she needed to head him off early, aware of the rising blush on his cheeks and the way his hand curled into a fist at his side. Shippo knew exactly how to push his buttons, and did so quite frequently, often putting her in the position of keeper-of-the-peace. “Actually, I was just telling Shippo about how I’m not feeling well and we were going to head home to beat traffic.”

Inuyasha did a double take, raising his eyebrows at her. Although her little stunt with the straw had almost done him in, forcing him to go splash cold water on his face just to regain any semblance of control, he hadn’t actually expected her to take his bait. Then again, he also hadn’t anticipated the thick saturation of her scent, meaning he had managed to turn her on even more than he intended.

He shouldn’t have been so surprised that Shippo had caught on, as much as the thought was deeply horrifying.

Normally, this would have been purely awkward, embarrassing hell, but with the suggestive look Kagome was giving him at the moment, he really couldn’t bring himself to care. Maybe it was those last two drinks he’d downed, or maybe he had just finally snapped, but he’d hardly even been exaggerating when he said that he would fuck her in front of the whole city at this point.

Whatever the case for the sudden change of plans, he sure as hell wasn’t going to stand around discussing it.

Before Shippo had a chance to crack any more quips, he grabbed his suit jacket and waved goodbye with an unceremonious “Yup, see ya!”

Wrapping an arm around his wife, he practically dragged her out of her chair, leaving her to call “Happy New Year, Shippo!” over her shoulder as they quickly walked away.

It was a testament to how far gone she was that she didn’t even scold him, only leaned into his chest and giggled as he led her through the crowd. After getting their coats, they worked on saying their goodbyes as quickly as possible, using the excuse that Kagome wasn’t feeling well after a ‘bumpy flight.’

Sango put up the biggest fight, in her thoroughly inebriated state, until Kagome finally made a bold call and whispered in her ear the real reason they were leaving, figuring Shippo would just end up telling them anyway. Her friend was able to accept that excuse much easier, giving her a shit-eating grin that could rival her husband’s, complete with an exaggerated wink.

Inuyasha knew they would probably have to endure some relentless, well-deserved teasing for that later on, but still couldn’t find any fucks to give at the moment. Now that there was a light at the end of the tunnel, his excitement was palpable, unbreakable. A wild energy swelled between him and Kagome, along with an unspoken agreement that all bets were off.

The latest challenge seemed to be who could sneak in the most risqué touches as they made their way out of the building. While helping her button her coat in the hallway outside the event space, he dipped his finger into her cleavage for a split second, making her beautiful blue eyes go wide. Then, as they stood with their backs facing the corner on the elevator ride downstairs, she kneaded his ass with one hand, luckily going unnoticed by the other couple chatting amongst themselves. As they walked through the lobby and out the front doors, he kept an arm around her waist, massaging her hip in the same way he always did while fucking her from behind.

By the time they managed to hail a cab, he was ready to lay her down in the backseat and give the driver a free show. With herculean restraint, he simply rested one hand on her leg as she gave their address, taking comfort in the fact that they were finally on their way home.

Anticipating that his wife would want to continue their little game once they were moving, Inuyasha looked over at her expectantly, only to find that her gaze had been drawn out the window. He took a moment to observe her as she admired the view, eyes reflecting the full moon that hung high above the vibrant, streaking city lights.

Knowing her, she was probably imagining all the different ways she would photograph it.

Smiling to himself, he spared a quick glance at the driver. He was distracted as well, chatting with someone in another language via some kind of bluetooth device.

Intent on drawing Kagome’s attention back to him and repaying her for all of the teasing she’d made him endure that night, he feigned interest in something outside while covertly sliding his hand up her thigh. Upon reaching the hem of her dress, he dipped a couple fingers underneath until he found the elastic band at the top of her leggings, feeling her muscles tense as he gently caressed the bare skin just above.

She didn’t dare moan with the cab driver right there, but the catch of her breath pleased him all the same.

When he turned his head to look at her, she was clutching her small purse with white knuckles, eyes fluttering closed as she subtly opened her legs wider in invitation. Her lips were parted, her chest rising and falling a bit quicker than normal.

Grinning, he leaned in close as if to tell her a secret.

“I hope you’re ready for how hard I’m gonna fuck you tonight,” he whispered, stretching his pinky out to ever-so-lightly brush the back of it over her panties. Her full-body shudder filled him with indescribable satisfaction. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, baby?”

She nodded eagerly, biting her bottom lip as if she were in pain.

Opening her eyes halfway, she turned her head to meet his own heavily-lidded gaze, and a lick of heat scorched his insides. Those icy blues that never failed to make his heart skip a beat were practically glowing with lust, borderline inhuman in the darkness.

“Good, cause I’m not holdin’ back.” His lips hovered just above hers so that she would feel his words, their breath hot between their open mouths. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

He felt her shaky exhale before moving away from her lips, peppering feather-light kisses down the line of her jaw. Reaching her neck, he lightly nibbled there while using the back of his pinky to make another pass over her panties. She arched deliciously for him, and he couldn’t refrain from doing it a couple more times, able to tell how far gone she was by the fact that she didn’t glance towards the driver every so often to make sure he wasn’t watching them.

It was torture, pure torture, to be trapped in such a small space with her concentrated, mouthwatering aroma. But apparently he was a masochist, continuing to whisper dirty things in her ear that further infused her scent with contradictions. Spicy and sweet, heaven and hell.

Although much quicker than expected, the cab ride might as well have lasted forever considering how painfully hard he was, his head swimming from the lack of blood.

It was so debilitating that he considered cracking the window to provide some relief, but knew it would be too cold for the humans in the car. Instead, he just adjusted his pants to conceal his raging hard-on as he went through all the motions of paying the driver once they finally arrived at their apartment building.

They hurried through the small lobby, Kagome’s heels clicking loudly on the tile floor. As she jammed the button for the elevator and they rushed inside, Inuyasha performed a quick visual sweep of their surroundings.

No one else was around, thank fuck.

The moment the doors closed, leaving them utterly and blissfully alone, he moved.

Grabbing Kagome’s chin, he crushed his lips to hers before she could even choose their floor. Like a lit match tossed into an oil-soaked field, he was set ablaze in an instant, fueled by hours, more like days, of repressed need. Her ignition was swift thereafter, small hands grasping fistfuls of his jacket to help keep her balance as she bowed back from the force of his kiss.

The moan that left her mouth was low and guttural, mercifully granting his tongue access. He held the sides of her face steady as he dove in, sampling her flavor with the zeal of a starving man. Now he was the one moaning, her already heavenly taste even sweeter than usual due to the strawberry daiquiris she’d been drinking all night.

A couple of clumsy steps had Kagome pressed against the elevator wall, her heat searing even through their many layers of clothes. She undulated her hips as much as she could in her restricted position, keeping herself pinned via her grip on his sides.

Inuyasha wasn’t sure if he had ever felt so wild before, unable to stop kissing her as if his only source of oxygen resided in her mouth. Hot, deep, and urgent, she met each slide of his tongue with equal fervor, eagerly following his every whim.

She may have been the one teasing him all night, but in some kind of unspoken agreement, the tables had turned.

He was in control now.

It was almost alarming how much he was getting off on the command he had over her, how willingly she yielded to him. But he leaned into it, knowing she would benefit most in the end. He was going to make her come apart in the way that no one else had the privilege of doing, reminding her that she was his, just as much as he was hers.

When she grew a little too brazen, her fingertips tracing the edges of his belt buckle, he took the opportunity to remind her who was in charge. Capturing her hands with his own, he swiftly pinned her wrists on either side of her shoulders, causing a dull thud to resonate through the metal walls.

After lightly nipping her jaw in reprimand, he pulled back and leveled her with a glare.

“You’re mine now, remember?” Inuyasha rumbled, a warning laced in his tone.

Kagome’s chest heaved as she bit her bottom lip, its corners ticking up with the hint of a flirty smile. Seeming to relish the restraint, her half-lidded gaze bore hungrily into his own, liquid heat swirling in the sapphire depths.

“That’s right…I’m all yours,” she agreed in the most devastatingly sultry whisper he had ever heard before tilting her chin to further expose her neck.

A gesture of submission.

His growl of approval was loud and deep, reverberating through Kagome’s chest and causing her knees to buckle. She would forever be utterly helpless against those sexy growls of his. So guttural, so primal, that they made her want to be taken up against the wall of a cave and fucked raw like a wild animal.

She barely even registered when he released one of her wrists to slam the button for their floor, too preoccupied with the way his fangs simultaneously pricked her neck, then bit down hard. He probably would have broken skin if he applied even a little more pressure, but the slight pain only increased her pleasure. With a choked gasp she sank further, kept upright solely by the cage of his body. After he shoved a knee between her thighs to assist, she shamelessly ground into it, seeking relief from the unbearable ache there.

Thankfuckinggod the elevator was moving, because she wasn’t going to make it much longer without him inside her.

Although they generally took turns being the more dominant one in the bedroom, there was something about seeing this specific side of him that got her hot unlike anything else. Maybe it was because he let loose so infrequently, often tempering his demonic qualities to better fit into a human’s world, that she enjoyed these rare glimpses of his true carnality so much. Getting even a small taste of his uninhibited power was thrilling, knowing that he still would never hurt her or push her too far.

Inuyasha spent a couple seconds ravishing her neck before recapturing her lips in a fierce kiss that was all tongues and breathy moans. She could hardly think straight with his hard, muscular body surrounding hers in such a delicious way. All she wanted was for him to wreck her, leave her gasping for air, legs shaking —

Ding.

Inuyasha released his hold on her as the doors opened to their floor, catching her around the waist when she stumbled. Striding quickly to their apartment at the end of the hall, he fished his keys out of his jacket with slightly trembling fingers. The ten seconds it took to unlock the door almost did him in, especially when his vixen of a wife squeezed in between, her back pressed against the cool metal as deft fingers loosened his tie.

Already in mourning from the absence of her kiss, he remedied his grief before turning the handle, falling into their apartment molded so tightly together that they could have been mistaken for one being. Letting the heavy steel door slam, he used an elbow to switch the light on so that their forward momentum could continue without interruption.

“Off” he commanded, tugging at the collar of her jacket.

Grateful for her speedy compliance, he removed his own coat and suit jacket at the same time, all garments ending up discarded in a careless heap on the floor.

Finally she was his for the taking, the prize for his patience.

Wasting no more time, he reached for the hem of her dress and hiked it up to her waist, gliding his hands down the smooth expanse of her ass. Internally saying a quick thank you to whoever invented thongs, he squeezed her fleshy cheeks a few times before effortlessly lifting her off the ground. She automatically wrapped her legs around him, tugging gently on his hair to better access his jawline. As she ducked down and began sucking a hickey there, his eyelids fluttered with bliss.

Unable to see much past her head, he blindly walked forward until he encountered the dresser just outside their bedroom. A dozen more steps would have brought them to their bed, but Inuyasha didn’t have time for that. With a quick swipe of one hand to push aside whatever junk was on top, he set her down on the smooth wooden surface.

If she objected to his choice in location, she didn’t voice it.

She was too busy tugging on the sides of his now fully undone tie, pulling his head down to reunite their lips. With an animalistic moan, he held her as close as he possibly could, her thighs gripping him tight around the waist. Hard enough to cut glass, he ground his pelvis forcefully into the sauna between her legs, each roll of his hips met with a tantalizing one of her own. His aching cock lamented the tease, but he couldn’t get enough of the way she writhed in time with him, needy yet still controlled.

He considered it a challenge to make her lose that last bit of composure.

While she got to work on the buttons of his shirt, he slipped one hand down the front of her dress, cupping one of her full breasts with admiration. So deliciously soft against his palm, jiggling so perfectly with every squeeze, there was nothing in this world that could ever compare. She shuddered when he stroked her nipple with the pad of one finger, pausing halfway through her task to breathe his name.

A good start, but nowhere near enough.

Pulling away from her grasp completely, he tugged her dress and strapless bra down to reveal her beautiful tits to his gaze at long last. Immediately filling his palms, he kneaded them firmly, brushing his thumbs over each bud. She choked on her own sigh of pleasure, gripping his shoulders as he trailed hungry kisses down her jaw and neck.

Being rougher than usual, he nipped his way down past the hollow of her throat and collarbones, littering her porcelain skin with angry red marks as he went. He treated her pretty pink nipples a bit more gently, giving each one a firm suck to ensure they stood at full attention before tracing their silhouettes with his tongue.

Kagome arched back, burying her hands in his hair as he treated each sensitive bud to several slow-motion flicks. Her mouth dropped open, body undulating senselessly. He continued his ministrations, alternating between licking, sucking, and squeezing until she was panting heavily, her moans breaking into fragmented mewls.

Getting closer.

Once he was satisfied, he returned to her mouth, and Kagome took advantage of the break to finish pulling her sleeves off. With her newfound freedom, she caught him off guard by reaching straight for his dick. It only took one squeeze to push him close to fucking losing it. But even though he was supposed to be the one in control, he couldn’t bring himself to stop her as she rubbed him through his pants.

So good. Too good.

“Mmm…” she hummed, giving him a particularly firm stroke that made his eyes roll back in his head. Pulling his bottom lip between her teeth, she nibbled on it for a second before releasing.“You’re so hard for me.”

“Damn right,” Inuyasha breathed, rocking against her hand. His vision blurred, momentarily losing himself in the sensation. It was tempting, so tempting, to relinquish dominance and let her have her way with his cock.

But he had other plans for her.

“I bet you’re completely soaked by now.” He gently elbowed her out of the way as he trailed a line down her taut abdomen, her muscles jumping and flexing in response.

“Why don’t you find out?” Kagome purred, bracing her palms on the dresser before leaning back and spreading her legs for him.

Smirking, he withdrew his hand and bit the sharp points of his claws off his pointer and middle fingers, nibbling on them to make sure any edges were smoothed out. His wife watched intently, eyes flashing with excitement in anticipation of the rare treat.

Reaching down, Inuyasha ran the pads of his fingers ever-so-lightly over her dampened panties, brushing past her clit before tracing the cotton edges. She jerked wildly, biting her lip as he pushed the delicate fabric to the side, her trimmed hairs tickling him in the process.

“Mmm —“ Inuyasha stopped short, his jaw going slack. She was even more wet than he’d expected, already primed and slippery with ample slick. “Holy fuck.”

Kagome rocked helplessly against his fingertips as they teased her entrance, spreading her legs wider to beckon him in. Even she was a little surprised by how wet she was, able to hear a distinctly viscous squelch when he plunged both fingers inside with no resistance.

Her plush walls clamping down, a choked groan escaped her husband that was both gratified and visceral, torn from his depths like a starving man bestowed his favorite meal. The sound jolted straight to where he began fucking her with his fingers, wrenching a similarly desperate moan from her own throat. Crying out, she thrust her ribcage forward and head back as his long digits filled her again and again, her core muscles tensing with pleasure. She gasped when the pads of his fingers crooked up into her g-spot, latching onto one of his muscular forearms with an iron grip.

Meanwhile, Inuyasha was losing his goddamn mind. Her pussy was so slick and creamy, and so fucking tight that he wasn’t even sure if his cock would fit. With her scent so thick in his nostrils he was in a frenzy, his mouth salivating with the need to taste —

Abruptly dropping to one knee, he pulled her to the very edge of the dresser, head centered between her thighs. Keeping her panties pushed aside with his sheathed fingers, he surged forward tongue-first, licking a bold, vertical stripe up the center of her crease.

Struck speechless, Kagome watched in awe as his eyes fluttered closed, moaning like she was the best thing he had ever tasted.

“Goddamn,” he murmured, half to himself.

Jaw hanging open, her harsh exhale broke into a whine as her brain completely short-circuited.

Then his golden eyes flashed open, abruptly meeting her gaze, and another piece of her sanity crumbled into the ether. Was it because his irises already mimicked the color of fire that their smolder was so blistering? Unable to look away from those molten pools of amber, she was convinced that the heat in his stare could have burned an entire city to the ground.

She certainly didn’t stand a chance.

For one powerful, profound moment, they simply breathed, eyes locked and chests heaving. Then Inuyasha cocked his head to one side, pulling his top lip back just enough for her to see the excess saliva that dripped from his teeth. He’d always said that her scent was quite literally mouthwatering to him, a uniquely erotic perk of being married to a half-demon that never failed to turn her on.

Catching one strand of spit with his tongue, he ran it over his fang while maintaining that searing eye contact that had her clawing at the edges of reality.

Oh fuck.

She was going to die.

Her heart pounding erratically enough that she thought she actually might, she shivered as he moved in closer, his hot breath dousing her already overheated flesh. Her hips jerked forward eagerly, knuckles white where they gripped the edge of the dresser.

And then he stopped.

Fingers stilling inside her, the plush of his lips halted just short of making contact with her labia, and she whimpered so helplessly that it sounded pathetic even to her own ears.

“How bad do you want it?” he asked, placing his free hand on her hip while flashing her a playful, wicked smile that she did not reciprocate.

“Inu —“

“Tell me,” he commanded, cutting her off with a sharp squeeze of her hip bone. His voice held an edge of authority, lower and deadlier than before.

And oh god was it was doing things to her.

“Tell me how bad you wanna come all over my tongue.”

Kagome bit her lip to the point of pain, her clit throbbing from his words alone. Swallowing hard, she squirmed fruitlessly against his ironclad grip.

“I want it so bad, baby,” she breathed, pride shattered far past the point of being willing to beg. “I’ve been waiting for this all night.”

“Hmm…that’s good,” Inuyasha praised, his excitement spiking. He’d never asserted himself so harshly before, but something about this was definitely working for him. And her, based on the way her walls kept clenching tight around his fingers. “And what exactly is it that you want?”

He caressed her inner thigh with his thumb, gentle in comparison to his mental torment.

“I want – ” She thrashed violently, hardly able to string a coherent thought together. He was right there, so close to giving her what she needed, and she was already reaching her limit. “I want you to eat my pussy. Please!”

“Hmm…I dunno. You made me wait, then got me goin’ on purpose while we were at that party and couldn’t do anything. What if I make you wait now?”

He almost caved at her anguished noise of protest as he pulled back a bit, knowing he was being cruel.

At least he would ensure that her reward was swift, and thorough.

“No! Please, I —” She rocked on his fingers, trying to fuck herself with them, but he held her hips steady with his other hand. “I shouldn’t have teased you so much.”

Looking up at her with a raised brow, he waited for her to make her case.

“I need it. I need you.” She was so desperate, her sentences breaking in a way that mimicked sobs. “There’s no one else who can do what you do, can make me come like you do — Please! I’m sorry!”

Satisfied with her penance, his inner demon purred. He pressed a tender kiss to her quivering thigh so she would know she was forgiven, smiling slightly as he removed his fingers from inside her. Her disappointed cry was cut short with a careful flick of a claw, her thong no longer standing between him and his feast. She could yell at him later if she wanted, but he had a feeling she wouldn’t mind the casualty.

Her relief was palpable as he placed his hands on her inner thighs, roughly spreading her as wide as she could go. Knowing how much she liked to watch, he waited until her eyes locked with his before stretching out his tongue and finally granting her mercy.

Her entire body trembled just from the first few lazy circles, hands grasping wildly before settling on the top of his head. His taste buds were in heaven, seeking to gather more of her sweet nectar by dipping down to gather some directly from the source. Once he was satisfied with how thoroughly she coated his tongue, he zeroed in on her clit.

Firm, quick licks were her favorite, and he was in a giving mood.

Kagome provided the soundtrack for his worship with lilting moans and staccato gasps, building to a crescendo in time with his flicking. He took immense pride in the vulgarities that tumbled from her lips, gripping her just above the hips to try and keep her thrashing under control.

Even as his erection throbbed painfully, screaming for relief, Inuyasha was in no rush. He would live there if he could, forever basking in her taste and scent and sounds of pleasure. No matter how far they traveled together, he couldn’t deny that this was his absolute favorite place to be: between his wife’s legs, savoring her addictive flavor and making her come apart with nothing more than his tongue.

And come apart she had, already reduced to a gasping, quivering mess. Her hips bucked of their own accord, rolling herself greedily against his mouth. Nothing else in the entire world could ever make him feel as proud, as powerful.

Leaning back to admire his work so far, a satisfied rumble reverberated through his chest.

Swollen and glistening, a combination of her arousal and his own saliva quite literally dripped down the contours of her succulent lips, making for one hell of an erotic sight.

This was what he had been dreaming of, what he would have torn the whole fucking city apart for.

All it took was a gentle tug on his hair and a pitiful whimper before he was back at it, no longer capable of teasing her even if he wanted to.

Kagome had no idea how she had lasted this long, other than sheer greed.

Her husband had spoiled her over their four years together, getting such genuine enjoyment out of going down on her that it had become a staple of their bedroom activities. Still, he managed to blow her mind every single time.

He lapped away at her clit with the utmost precision, using just the right speed and pressure to soothe the ache while leaving her perpetually wanting more. Random muscles throughout her body jerked and twitched, the sensation unable to take hold anywhere because it was everywhere, all-consuming. Somehow taut and boneless at the same time, she was only kept from melting into the wall by his large hands holding her steady at the base of her rib cage.

She gripped his thick, muscled forearms for further stability, feeling them flex beneath her sweaty palms. Fuck, she would die for those forearms.

He was so fucking hot it wasn’t even fair.

The sounds that left her lips were completely involuntary, alternating between broken moans, curses, and references to some kind of deity or another. Inhales devolved into high-pitched gasps, each heavy exhale a silent plea to never stop. Long moments ticked by when she forgot to breathe at all, her entire being zeroed in on what his tongue was doing.

Everything had been a whirlwind since the moment those elevator doors closed, all of their actions frantic and rushed.

Maybe that was why she lost all vestiges of self-control when he slowed way down and lavished her clit with a series of leisurely, deliberate licks. Her legs shook violently atop his shoulders as he dragged his tongue through her folds, causing him to flash her the cockiest smirk she’d ever seen on another person before stilling them with his hands. If she were still capable of speaking she might have attempted to curb his ego, but her current recollection of both the English and Japanese languages was hazy at best.

Oh, well. That smug grin looked damn good on him anyways.

“Fuck — yes!” was all she managed to choke out as he dove back in, lapping at her with renewed vigor. Gripping underneath her thighs, he spread her legs wide before pushing them back towards her chest. View unobstructed, she watched his outstretched tongue begin flicking as fast as it could go, nothing more than a pink-colored blur straddled by the points of his fangs. The wet, pornographic noises that resulted made her feel filthy in the best of ways, sending her hurtling right to the edge.

Then he re-inserted his fingers deep into her weeping channel, pumping rhythmically while he sucked at her clit. She barely had enough cognizance left to muffle her shriek, biting down on the back of her hand and hoping that their neighbors were all out celebrating for the night.

These were the times when she really missed Alaska, and the total privacy of Inuyasha’s cabin.

Groping blindly, her free hand searched for anything she could grasp onto. His muscular shoulder provided the perfect anchor, coming in especially handy when, in an action she could only describe as motorboating, he began shaking his whole head from side to side. She dug her fingernails in hard as his outstretched tongue wagged rapidly, sloppily, across her dripping folds, all careful precision gone. The crudeness of it all had her eyes rolling back, her body curling in on itself.

Like elastic stretched tight, right at that point before breaking, she held her breath while waiting for the snap. His fingers crooked mercilessly inside her, her thighs squeezed the sides of his face. Every muscle tensed in anticipation. And then he moaned – full-on moaned – as if he was the one receiving the most incredible oral sex of his life, and that was the final push to send her over the edge.

Kagome bowed back, banging her head hard against the wall as her orgasm burst with the force of a supernova. With a silent scream caught in her throat, she writhed violently to the rhythm of the shockwaves that wracked her body. Frantically gripping his head to keep him there just a few seconds longer, she wrung every last drop of ecstasy before it became too much.

And then she crumpled, utterly spent.

Following her cue to stop, Inuyasha grinned up at her from in between her knees, the backs of which were slick with sweat. Her eyes were only open a crack, but it was just enough to appreciate the vision that was her husband. Hair wild, tie hanging loose underneath the collar of his half-unbuttoned dress shirt, tanned chest exposed, a hint of her lipstick smeared across his cheek, and his chin glistening wet with her essence.

She was one hell of a lucky woman.

“Fucking fuck,” Kagome panted, chest heaving. Her hands trembled, her whole body spasming with small aftershocks. “I’ll never understand how you’re so good at that.”

“‘Fucking fuck’?” he quoted, somehow looking even more pleased with himself. “Wow…I’m really startin’ to rub off on you, huh?”

She giggled breathlessly as he removed his fingers from inside her and brought them up in front of his face, admiring the clear, sticky mess she had covered them in. Getting to his feet, he licked the excess off before extending them towards her.

“Help me clean this up, baby,” he demanded, tone softer than before but still holding that edge of dominance.

Leaning forward through her blissful haze, she put on a show of sucking her own cum off his fingers. Her tongue slipped in between, humming enthusiastically before making eye contact and slowly sliding off with a slight pop. The taste wasn’t necessarily her cup of tea, but it was well worth the way her husband’s gaze darkened, murmuring “fuck” as he hastened to undo his belt.

Kagome used the opportunity to shed her dress and former panties, leaving her in nothing but her thigh-high leggings and heels. The sound of clinking metal set her blood aflame once more, her need for her husband not yet sated even after having the best orgasm she’d had in a long time.

Making quick work of his zipper, Inuyasha pushed his boxer briefs down until his cock sprang free. Guiding the head through the center of her slick folds with the help of one hand, he made several passes up and down to thoroughly coat himself in lubrication, her body jerking harshly when he slipped over her sensitive clit.

When he finally sunk inside her, it drew a moan of relief from them both.

Her head fell back between her shoulder blades as if the supports holding it upright had been abruptly severed, her longing soothed in a way nothing else could.

It didn’t seem to matter how frantic, lazy, or filthy the sex they were having was, there was always at least a split second where she was brought back to their first time in Alaska. That night when the fuse had been lit, her world shattered and rebuilt around him. Every time he’d pushed inside her since, she was reminded why she was his, he was hers, and it could never be any other way.

“Fuck,” Inuyasha groaned, relishing finally being surrounded by the slick, mind-bending heat he’d been so desperate for. Resting his forehead on Kagome’s shoulder, he let out a breath he felt like he’d been holding for a week. “I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” she replied softly, reaching up to massage one of his ears.

He hummed in contentment, hips starting to rock instinctively as he melted into her touch. After the first few slow pumps, the bloodlust that had consumed him all night calmed a little, morphing from frenzied insanity to focused determination.

“How do you want it, Kagome?” he asked breathlessly, ready to give her the fuck of her life.

“I want you to fuck me the way I know you’ve been dying to all night,” she responded, stroking his jawline and gazing at him with half-lidded sapphire eyes. “Please.”

God, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for this woman.

Leaning back a bit, he placed his hands on her waist for leverage, nudging her legs so that she was spread nice and wide for him. Advancing slowly at first, he watched her juicy pink lips swallow every inch of his cock before pulling back at an equally leisurely pace.

Then, with a harsh snap of his hips, he struck deep – so fucking deep – inside her velvet clutch. “Like this?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Just like that.” He repeated the action, just a bit harder, and she moaned loudly. “More.”

Wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her chest flush with his own, he placed his other hand flat against the wall before obliging her. Without any warning, he began ruthlessly pounding into her, grunting as his pants slipped down to his ankles.

Kagome hastily uncovered his shoulders, biting down on one to muffle her shrieks each time he rammed his cock deep inside her. Reaching down and grabbing his ass, she kneaded the firm muscles, loving that she could feel the work he was putting in.

Her heels bounced off the backs of his thighs in time with his harsh thrusts, the dresser banging against the wall in unison. She would have felt bad for their neighbors if her mind wasn’t so blissfully blank, unable to focus on anything other than how perfectly her husband kept hitting that spot. Like a lightning strike to a delicate circuit board, the pleasure was almost overwhelming, incomprehensible.

Still sensitive from her previous orgasm, the next was easy to reach. Sensation built up quickly, growing and stacking until her entire body seized up, head falling back as she cried out. Her hands moved to his arms to steady herself, fingertips slipping down his sweat-slicked biceps.

Inuyasha groaned as she clamped down hard, the slick squelching sounds she made when he pulled out and slammed back in had him losing his mind. Her pussy was so goddamn wet, so tight; she took his cock so well, never showing any signs of reluctance when he pistoned as roughly as his instincts demanded.

She deserved a reward.

Slowing his thrusts just a bit while still keeping them sharp and deep, he lightly gripped the sides of her throat, just under her jaw. Through recent experiments, they had both discovered how much she got off on it, something he made sure to use to his advantage.

The effect was almost instantaneous, spasming around him just from the slight pressure.

Smiling, he leaned in close.

“I love how hard you come for me.” His lips hovered by her ear, still loosely holding her around the neck. “Such a good girl.”

A choked whimper escaped her at the same time that her inner walls clenched hard around his dick.

“Ah…you like that, huh?” He squeezed the sides of her throat just a little tighter, thrusting deep, and she bucked once again. He grinned. It was almost too easy. “You like it when I call you a good girl?”

She nodded, whimpering slightly. “Fuck, you’re so hot, baby.” He moved his grip up a bit to hold onto the corners of her jaw, surging forward to capture her mouth in what was less of a kiss and more a sloppy meeting of tongues.

His breath fanned across her lower lip, panting hard as he kept up his steady pace.

“Seriously, though, do you have any fuckin’ idea how sexy you are?”

Like she did know, she confidently arched back, bracing herself with both palms flat on the dresser before affixing him with her most sweltering stare. He was almost embarrassed of the helpless whine that left his throat as his gaze dropped, watching her perfect tits bounce with each harsh thrust.

It was only by some fucking miracle, or his own determination to get her off as many times as possible, that he didn’t come right then and there.

Sliding his hands up her ribs, his thumb brushed over her star tattoo before he took both breasts in his palms and squeezed them roughly. Hunching over, he used the tip of his tongue to circle and flick one nipple before pulling the other into his mouth for a hard suck.

As he released the bud with a pop, another orgasm caused her to buckle, slumping until her back met the wall. Gently pushing her back onto her elbows, he placed her ankles on his shoulders and grabbed onto the fleshy area surrounding her hips. With this new leverage, he built to a truly brutal rhythm, the sound of smacking flesh loud in their otherwise quiet apartment.

Kagome’s mouth hung open, words choking in her throat every time she tried to express herself. Even “yes” was impossible to get out with how relentlessly he fucked her. All she wanted was to make him understand how incredible it felt, but her mind was pure goo, melting further with every sharp blow to her g-spot.

She trembled all over, already back on the precipice yet again.

Maybe she had never left.

“That’s it, baby. Give me one more,” he panted. “Come for me one more time and then I’ll fill my good girl up. I know you want it, don’t you? You want my cum deep inside that pussy?”

“Oh god, yes” Kagome sobbed. Her fingers curled along with her toes, nails digging into his forearms with all her might. His claws pricked her lower back as well, probably leaving marks in her flesh, but she wanted it all. “Please!”

He snarled as he went a little deeper, angling his hips just so, and then she was brought to another plane of existence. A place high above where she could walk amongst the gods for a few enlightening moments, temporarily one with their idyllic way of life. Existing outside of time, she had no idea how long she lingered there while her husband chased his own release. All she knew was that she couldn’t come down, each slap of his hips only prolonging her euphoria.

Inuyasha nearly blacked out from how tightly she gripped him, never letting up his frantic pace until he began to see stars. Finally soaring over the edge, he pulsed violently, coating her plush walls with his seed. The warm liquid pooled around his dick as he continued to rock gently for a few moments before leaning over and collapsing onto his elbows.

Resting his forehead against Kagome’s, they slowly came down from the high together, both gasping for air.

Blissfully numb, he had no idea how long they stayed that way. It wasn’t very comfortable for either of them, but the gentle touches and massive dopamine rush blinded him to all else. Still semi-hard, he was already halfway to being ready to go again, a tantalizing image of his wife bent over that same dresser swimming in his mind.

“What time is it?” Kagome asked just as he was about to suggest round two, blinking lazily as if she’d been woken up from a deep slumber.

“Uh…”Inuyasha looked around dazedly, spotting the time above the stove. “Eleven fifty-two.”

“Ooh, if we clean up real fast, we can still watch the ball drop!”

It wasn’t necessarily his first priority, but he supposed they could both use a few extra minutes of recovery. He began to pull out of her, but she stopped him by squeezing his hips with her thighs.

“Carry me to the bathroom?” she requested. “I don’t want to get cum all over this dresser.”

He snorted but acquiesced, sliding his hands under her ass and transporting her to the sink so that she could wash up, kicking his pants off along the way. After briefly running a damp washcloth over his dick, he went to the fridge to grab a small bottle of champagne that had been in there forever, as well as two glasses, before getting under the covers in bed.

He turned the TV on and set it to a channel with coverage of Times Square before Kagome joined him in bed a minute later, still just as naked as he was. With only about a minute to spare, they poured champagne in their glasses and cuddled up close, counting down to the new year with the rest of the city. Once the clock officially struck midnight, they exchanged a smile and a few tender kisses.

“Happy new year,” Kagome beamed, nuzzling her nose against his. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Inuyasha murmured back, giving her another kiss before they tossed back the rest of their glasses and set them on their respective nightstands.

Kagome snuggled up against his side, and he wrapped an arm around her as they absentmindedly watched the celebration on TV. The host interviewed random people in the crowd, asking them what their goals and hopes for the new year were. After a few minutes, she circled back to her co-host, who announced on live TV that she was pregnant and that her only wish for the coming year was for a healthy baby.

With a small twinge of jealousy, Kagome thought back to her own dream once again, thoughts wandering down the same path they had earlier.

“Hey, Inuyasha…” she said dazedly, tearing her gaze from the TV to look up at him. “There’s something I actually wanted to talk to you about.”

His brow furrowed with concern, waiting for her to elaborate.

“I had a dream last night that…stirred up a lot of stuff for me. It was actually the second time I’ve had it, so it’s been on my mind ever since.” Inuyasha only seemed more confused as she debated how to phrase it.

“It was a dream about…our child.”

“Our…wait a second —” His eyes widened as they flashed to the empty champagne glass on the nightstand. “Are you —?!”

“I’m not pregnant,” she assured, shaking her head. “But…I really want to be. I know we said we didn’t want to put any more pressure on ourselves, but ever since I had that dream, I can’t stop thinking about how badly I want to have a baby with you.” His eyebrows rose towards his hairline as she spoke, looking surprised and a little dazed. “So, I guess…I just wanted to see what you think about actually trying.”

He was quiet for a few moments, brow furrowing again as he lowered his gaze to the comforter. “What…does that entail?”

“I think I mostly just need to start keeping better track of my periods to make sure we’re having sex at the right times. And…if it still doesn’t happen after a few months…maybe we can go to a fertility clinic and get tested?”

He blew out a rush of air, looking into the distance. “Alright….”

Kagome’s heart sank a little, staring off towards the foot of the bed. “If it’s too much stress, we don’t have to….”

“No, it’s –” Inuyasha reassured her by rubbing his thumb across her shoulder. “It’s just…what if it’s my fault?” She turned her head to look at him, noticing the tension in his jaw. “What if we can’t have kids ‘cause I’m a half-demon? I don’t wanna let you down.”

“You could never let me down because of something like that.” She soothingly rubbed his arm. “Even if we find out we can’t, there’s still other ways we can be parents. But we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Besides, you’re all I need at the end of the day, okay?” He finally looked at her again, gold eyes soft even though he still seemed worried. “I’m just…greedy, and want even more of you in the world.”

He smiled, placing a kiss on her forehead before relaxing back into the pillows. “Tell me about this dream.”

Kagome beamed, melting into his embrace in return. “We were at the cabin in Alaska just kind of hanging out like we normally would. Except there was a toddler running between us, and we were all laughing. You started chasing them around, then scooped them up and gave them a big kiss on the cheek.” She squeezed him around the middle, and he squeezed her back. “It was pretty much the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, and we all just seemed so happy.”

She let out a small, happy sigh, and Inuyasha brushed his thumb up and down her shoulder. “Then, it transitioned to us sitting outside and watching the northern lights. Our kid kept reaching up like they were trying to grab them, and that’s about where I woke up, both times. The main thing I remember is that they looked just like you, a mini Inuyasha with silver hair and tiny dog ears.”

Smiling brightly at her husband, lost in the memories of such a beautiful dream. She could still see it so vividly in her mind, could still feel the overwhelming joy.

“I want them so bad,” she confessed.

Inuyasha smiled at her in return, so warmly and tenderly that her heart swelled out of her chest just imagining him gazing similarly at their child. “I hope they look more like you.”

“Does that mean…you want them too?”

“Yeah, I think so. It’s not somethin’ I ever gave a whole lotta thought to before.” He rubbed her arm. “But…I guess I wouldn’t mind havin’ a little more of you in the world either.”

Kagome beamed once more, sharing a few moments of euphoria with him before her smile dropped into something a little more wicked. “Well, then…I assume you also wouldn’t mind doubling our chances for tonight?”

He grinned back as her fingertips danced down his sculpted abs, taking her time until she was gripping his semi-flaccid dick. Flinging back the covers, she crawled down the bed to take him into her mouth, humming her approval and feeling him harden between her lips.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he groaned, gently gripping her hair as he rolled his hips. “I dunno how I’m s’posed to get you pregnant like that, though.”

Kagome jerked her head up, staring at him with widened eyes.

“What?” he questioned, brow furrowing.

“That was kinda hot…” She bit her lip. “Hearing you talk about getting me pregnant…”

“Oh yeah?” A grin slowly spread across his face. “I can work with that.”

She smiled back, a new fire and excitement sparking in their eyes as they held each other’s gaze. The next thing she knew, she was on all fours, his cock buried deep inside her as he whispered deliciously filthy things in her ear about coming inside her and knocking her up.

If one thing was certain, it was that neither of them would ever forget this New Year’s Eve.