...ff without him. With Yoruichi's guidance, Ichigo learned how to control his bloodlust and was able to curb his base instincts...until now.
Since the incomplete union between him and his raven-haired goddess, Ichigo felt his inner beast clawing its way free. Neither his romp with Yoruichi nor the slaughter in the forest did anything to satiate his unholy desires-they only served to whet his appetite for more of each. When he walked in and saw his obsession naked and writhing in that huge bed, the last bastion of defense Ichigo had against himself crumbled beneath the onslaught. Let it come, he thought, I just hope I don't hurt her too badly.
Ichigo stared into Rukia's eyes as he stood beside her bed and removed his bloody shirt. When he parted the buttons, Rukia's eyes were drawn to each newly revealed bit of flesh. Ichigo tossed the offending material into a corner and watched as Rukia devoured him with her eyes. He grinned in pure male satisfaction at her obvious appreciation.
Rukia rose gracefully from the center of the bed and crawled toward her lover. Her lovely breasts swayed gently with each movement and Ichigo's breath hitched in his throat at the erotic picture she presented. Rukia rose up on her knees in front of him a...