It was like fire burning across her skin, hot and uncontrollable. Sakura panted, feeling the cold air cool her sweat-soaked skin. Her trembling body was writing, convulsing, bowing up as the flames of her desire scorched her flesh. A gasp escaped her kiss-reddened lips. Her emerald eyes slid shut.
She couldn't look at him while his delightful mouth and hands were working on her. Another wave of bliss made her buck against her bonds, the ties on her wrists and ankles, needing completion as only her blue-skinned tormenter, her silver-eyed, blue-haired lover, her heaven, her hell, her Kisame, could bring.