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Everything happened faster than Sesshomaru or Rin could’ve predicted. In a minute, they’re dancing in the ballroom, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of cunning businessmen—demons and humans alike. In the next, she’s her hands against a pillar and he’s ramming into her from behind.
He’s breathing harshly against her ear and a clawed hand is over her mouth, covering it. She’s moaning beautifully, but they can’t have her announcing what and where they’re doing it.
There’s a lot at stake and he’s taking care of her as well—she must’ve a career to worry about. And he knows that his image wouldn’t be that tainted if they were caught.
The mere possibility makes him realize how very close he’s, and he’s thankful she’d a condom—this way he won’t make a mess, and he can come inside of her. But he doesn’t want to come before her—and neither does she; past neglect or not, she takes his hand and move it over her clit and moans sweetly against his ear.
Before he realizes it, they’re coming together, and his fangs are deep inside the juncture of her shoulder and neck, marking her as his mate for good.
