The desire is obviously mutual and Sesshomaru kisses down her neck, running his tongue over her skin. The scent of her and the feel of her entice and puzzle him. She isn't like any other woman he has encountered. Eventually he will discover the truth on that point, but for now, he is content taking her and making her his for a few blissful moments.

Breaking through her hymen is bound to be uncomfortable and he distracts her with more kisses, his breath hot against her ear. Then it's done. The only thing that grips him is her muscles and he coaxes them to relax with his thrusts. A deep groan rumbles in his chest, akin to his growl in his true form, and he captures her lips for a searing kiss, wanting to lose himself for a little while. Where's the harm?