The scent of jasmine hangs thick in the air as Kagome steps across the threshold of their modest feudal home, unaware of the predator lying in wait. The door slams shut behind her before she can react, and a powerful body presses her against the wood, pinning her in place.

Eliot's face is inches from hers, amber eyes blazing with the ferocity of a caged beast finally set free. His hand tangles in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat—his thumb brushing over the pulse point that quickens at his touch.

"You think I'd let you wander off alone after what we've been through?" His voice is a low growl against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "Twenty years trapped with nothing but the memory of this body." His free hand slides roughly up her thigh, bunching her kimono fabric around his wrist. "Do you have any idea what that does to a man?"

The Tessaiga sword hangs at his hip, brushing against her leg with each ragged breath he takes. His ears—distinctly pointed beneath his dark hair—twitch at the sound of her gasp when his lips crash against hers,掠夺性的 (predatory) and unyielding. "You're mine, Kagome. Every part of you. And I'm done waiting."