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                                                  Things Never Meant to Be
                                                                Chapter 10
            She stood before his chamber door and took a deep breath. It's okay, she told herself.
You're MARRIED, now. She was a married woman. She was his wife, he was her husband,
and . . . married people slept together . . . Like InuYasha and Kagome. Hadn't she wanted a son
just like Kisho?
            She smiled to herself. Yes. Yes, she did.
            She made a fist, then knocked gently on the screen.
            "Do you knock before entering your own chamber, Rin?"
            She slid the door open and peered inside. "Sorry," she said, her eyes lowered.
            "Come in, Rin. And close the door." He sat on the edge of the bed. He'd already
removed his swords and armor.
         She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, but she still felt the need to linger in the
doorway. His bed was much bigger than hers, with posters and curtains and bright red sheets.
            "Do you fear me now?" he asked.
            She met his ever-steady gaze. "I do not fear my lord," she said.
            A slight smile crossed his lips. "Then you will come to me."
            She drew in another deep breath and took a few steps away from the door. Her heart was
pounding, her palms were sweaty. Why was it so warm in here? She wondered. Why wouldn't
her feet move? Why had she stopped in the middle of the room? Why did her lord stare at her
with such an expression? And why did the thought of him touching her terrify her?
            She was certain he'd soon lose patience with her and drag her to the bed, ripping off her
clothes and then, unceremoniously, spill her virgin blood on his crimson sheets. It seemed like
something he could do–especially after that whole marking-thing.
            She swallowed hard and chanced a glance up at him.
            He seemed more amused than annoyed by her reluctance.
            Great, she thought. He's laughing at me. Why am I so backwards? Isn't this what I
wanted? Isn't this what I dreamed?
            "Rin."
            She snapped to attention.
            "Do you intend to keep me waiting?" he asked.
            "Forgive me," she tucked her head to her chest and scurried across the room to his side.
She collapsed at his feet and rested her head on his knee.
            "Rin."
            She looked up at him.
            "A lady walks with her head held high at all times."
            She returned her head to its previous position. Just great, a scolding, she sighed. "I'm
sorry," she said. "I still have a great deal to learn."
            He reached down and stroked the top of her head.
            She almost instantly relaxed into him. Now, this was how she remembered it. Her head
on his knee, his hand in her hair. Her Lord Sesshomaru and his little Rin . . . The soft silk of his
pants, the warm skin underneath, the gentle touch of his hand . . . So many fond memories of her
and her lord.
            She reached up and stroked his thigh . . . So soft, so smooth, so warm and strong. The
feel of his muscles flexing beneath the fabric. His fingers fondling her scalp . . .
            "Rin."
            She looked up at him. The soft glow about his face, the bright gleam in his eyes, the
slight smile on his lips, the crescent moon on his forehead. He was so exquisite, and now he was
hers. And she was his.
            He scooped her up into his lap and brushed his lips against hers.
            "My lord . . ."
            He sought her tongue out and found it. Taunting, teasing, tantalizing . . . Smooth and
slick, wet and warm. Lip to lip, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue. He took her breath away.
            She rested her full weight atop him and looped her arms around his neck.
            He kissed her face and neck, sliding a hand down the front of her body, opening the top
of her robe.
            She sighed heavily as he caressed her lower back and licked his way down her throat,
across her collarbone, to her now exposed breasts. He cupped her right breast in his left hand,
passing his thumb over her turgid nipple, causing her to draw in a quick, sharp breath when he
sucked it into his mouth, passing his tongue over the stiff, swollen peak. She stroked the back of
his head, running her fingers through the silken strands of his silver hair.
            He reached around her and untied the sash that held her kimono in place.
            "My lord . . ."
            He slipped the garment down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
            She blushed scarlet, but before she could turn away from him, he cupped her face in his
hands and turned her to him for a soft, slow kiss that made her heart flutter and her womanhood
moist.
            He parted his thighs and let her sink between his legs. He then unfastened the tie at his
waist and stared down at her. She looked up at him, then at the opening at his waist. He didn't
have to say a word; she knew what was expected of her.
            She reached inside his waistband and pulled out his engorged member. She then lowered
her head, closed her eyes and began to suck.
            He, again, placed his hand atop her head.
            Her lord husband had a strong taste, and it left a bitter tang on her tongue. Yet, if it gave
him pleasure, she was pleased to do it. And she intended to give him nothing but the best.
            "Rin."
            She glanced up at him beneath heavily lidded eyes.
            He grasped her around the waist and lifted her to her feet. She ran her fingers through his
damp hair as he kissed her stomach and suckled at her breasts. The pull of his tongue was most
alluring, and she found it difficult to keep quiet when he passed his hand over her most sensitive
of areas.
            "My lord . . ." She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped his shoulders for support.
            He continued to pass his hand between her thighs as he licked his way across her chest
and stomach.
            "My lord . . . The way you make me feel . . ."
            He grabbed hold of her hips and turned her around. His palms were slick with sweat and
radiated a warm, penetrating heat. "Sit." He placed one hand on her stomach, the other on her
outer thigh.
            She glanced over her shoulder at him as she eased herself back into his lap. She stopped
short as she felt him enter her.
            "Rin."
            She drew in a deep breath, and bit back her cries. She refused to utter another sound . . .
She had to bear this for her lord. She had be a good wife to her husband. And she had every
desire to fulfill his desire for her . . .. What she needed was a wider stance.
            He slid his hand along her outer thigh to her inner thigh and cupped his left hand around
her right breast. "Rin."
            Sweat poured down her face. It was so hard to breathe. He held her so tightly. "My
lord," she sputtered. "It hurts."
            His hand crept further up her thigh. "Relax, my Rin."
            She struggled to catch her breath. "I–I know what you want, but . . ."
            He pressed his lips against her back. Hot, wet, soft and smooth.
            "My lord . . ." Her legs were going to give out.
            He continued to kiss her lower back as his hand caressed her inner thigh.
            "Ohhhh . . ." She could feel the heat pooling in her stomach, the warm wetness increasing
where the two of them were joined. It felt . . .
            He pulled her down onto him and filled her to the hilt.
            "Ahhhh!" Hot tears spilled down her pink cheeks.
            He brushed the hair back from her shoulder and kissed her face and neck. “Shhhh . . .”
            She bit her lower lip, stifling her sobs.
            "Rin . . ." He slipped his hands beneath her knees and lifted her legs, so that she straddled
his thighs.
            She rested her full weight atop him. She didn't dare move. She couldn't think, couldn't
speak. She was sweaty and tired and in a great deal of discomfort . . .. The feel of him inside
her . . . the burning . . . the stretching . . . the initial sharp, stab of pain . . .. She squeezed her
eyes shut and more tears fell.
            “My Rin . . .” He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck, face and ears.
He licked her shoulder, nibbled at her ear, nuzzled his nose against the nape of her neck
            "My lord . . ." She tilted her head back and whispered to him. "I'm sorry I'm so useless."
            He cupped her face in his hand and drew her in for a soft, slow kiss, brushing back her
tears with a flick of his thumb.
            "My lord is kind," she said.
            He kissed her again, more passionately, more deeply, passing his hands over her neck
and shoulders, her belly and breasts. She arched her body against him, reveling in the feel of his
flesh against hers. He slipped a hand between her thighs and rubbed the nub nestled snugly
between her spread legs. She looped an arm around his neck and sighed.
            "Rin." He moved within her.
            She cut off the sound before she could make it. It still hurt . . . but not as badly.
            He seemed to be taking his time with her, thrusting slowly and deeply within the moist
cavern of her body, rubbing her neck, back and shoulders. Kissing the side of her face, licking
behind her ear, gently stroking the delicate folds of her genitalia. She gripped a handful of hair
at the back of his head and kissed the side of his neck, the salt of his sweat dissolving on her
tongue.
            "S-Sesshomaru . . ." She rolled her head listlessly to the side, biting her lower lip.
            He licked the mark he'd made on her.
            She began to move with him. The pleasure he now gave her, far outweighed her previous
discomfort.
            He continued to caress her, his breath hot against the flesh of her face.
            She moved roughly against him. "More, my lord . . . Give your wife what is rightly
hers."
            He grabbed hold of her hips and flipped her face-down onto the bed. She drew her knees
up on the mattress and spread her legs wide. He pulled her against him and entered her hard
from behind.
            "My lord!" She gripped the sheets and pressed her forehead flat against the bed.
            "Rin . . ." He plied her with long, full strokes, running his hands up and down the sides of
her body. His hands were so hot . . . so strong . . . so gentle . . .
            "My lord, my lord, my lord . . ."
            His hold on her tightened, his pace quickened. She could hear him breathing now.
Heavy. Labored. Rapid. And she, too, was gasping for air.
            "I . . . I didn't think it was possible . . ." she licked her upper lip, "for me to . . . love you .
. . any more than . . . I already did . . ." She felt a shudder run through his body. "But I was
wrong . . . I . . ." She squeezed her eyes shut.
            The feel of her lord pushing into her . . . The rhythm of his love-making. The feel of his
hands. The smell of his sweat, the sound of his breath . . .
            "Rin . . ."
            "How my lord can love!" she cried out.
            He pulled her tight against him and thrust forward one final time, a low growl spilling
from his lips, resonating throughout their shared chamber as he filled her with his seed.
            Rin was lost in a tide of sensation. Her womb opened wide then contracted. Her muscles
tensed and relaxed. Her toes tingled and curled. Her head buzzed.
            Her lord husband withdrew and fell to a seated position beside her, visibly shaken by the
experience. There was a flush about his face and his hair appeared damp with sweat. He also
seemed deflated and well-worn.
            She rolled over to face him, ignoring the slight throbbing sensation between her thighs.
"Is my lord satisfied?" she asked.
            He drew in a few deep breaths and pushed them out.
            She pushed herself upright and laid her head on his shoulder, stroking the back of his
head. "My lord husband, why do you tremble?"
            He glanced down at her and smiled. "My Lady Rin makes me tremble."
            She smiled back at him and kissed his cheek. "I am tired, my lord.” She yawned and
snuggled closer to him.
            He brushed the hair back from her face and ran a clawed finger down the side of her
cheek. "Then sleep," he said. He picked her up and carried her to the opposite side of the bed,
tucking her in beneath the covers.
            "My lord is kind," she smiled gently. "Will you not lay with your Lady Rin?" She slid
over to make room for him.
            He pulled the covers back and sat down beside her.
            She drew close to him and laid her head in his lap. "Good night, my lord."
            He nodded his regards, then stroked the top of her head till she fell into a sound sleep.
How his little Rin had grown . . .

The End
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Author’s Note: Now, go read the sequel, “Bitter Blood.”
Thanks for reading and reviewing and I hope I didn’t disappoint,
theMaven :)
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