Many years later...

His hands are warm and strong, and his body is hard yet silky. He is mine. I am his.
He is a prime male, and the heat he inflicted on me is like pure fire. He filled me fully, and I needed him fully. We mixed pain with pleasure as he took me in many ways.
His mouth is just as strong as his hands; I do not think there is a weak part of him.
He is mine; I love him. He loves me.
He showed me over and over, and I moaned his name over and over.
He whispered that he would never take another and claimed me as he spilled his seed deep into me.
He says soon I will carry his child.
I am wet for him just writing this, every time I look at him, I think about his rock hard...

"Woman,"

Kagome jumped, "Sesshomaru!"

He snatched the book

"Give that back!"

"What a naughty mate I have."

"I'm gonna burn the whole book," She said flat,

"You will do no such thing." He set it back down, and she looked at it, forgetting her place.

"What is wrong?"

"I have writer's block now," She pouted.

He leaned down and nipt the plump lip "The perhaps I should give you more to write about?" Then he kissed her.

She added three more pages to her memoirs that night, the book was red with black seams, and on the front, in gold, it read Memoirs of the Shikon House, and it had happily ever after.