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Kagome looked up at him with sadness in her grey eyes. Her earlier statement was blanketed in confidence, but now she seemed less certain.
"If you want to go back to your room…" she began, trailing off as Kouga's hand found the back of her head through the curtain of thick hair. His other arm slid between the fabric of her gossamer robe and the embroidered lingerie that matched her skin so perfectly. The skin of her back was warm and pliant under his hand, and when he pulled her against him, she fell into him willingly.
Kouga felt her shiver as his breath ghosted over her jaw and neck. "The only place I want to be.. " he began, palming her back. "...is right here."
