The juices ran down her chin, followed the curve of her neck.

The sticky substance threatened to encroach upon the glorious cleavage she shamelessly displayed, but Sesshoumaru would not allow it.

Beginning at the divine divide, he ran his tongue decadently up the expanse of her bared throat.

After loitering along her jawline, he ran it up her cheek and suddenly quickened his pace.

Tracing across her lips - still glistening with the candy of nature - he discovered something so sweet...

He briefly considered it could have something to do with the ripened peach the miko had enjoyed.

He knew better...