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Warning: Very Juicy Lemon. Very graphic so I warn you to be careful. Tell me honestly if you want me to rewrite this chapter because I really don't know if the lemon is that good. Yeah, it's really graphic but I'm very skeptical if it's that good.

I'm really trying to write a very good lemon which I'm hopeless at. So I usually end up writing more description than you can imagine and losses its taste.

So be forewarned for a tasteless lemon.

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"Innocent Touches"

Itachi/Sakura

Romance/Drama

Chapter 3

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Recap

"I'll take you to your bed right now." Sakura said, looking concern as she could feel the distress coming from the man, it must be a post operation shock.

Sakura frown as she heard the groan, the man was obviously in pain, her medic instinct kick in, her hand slide inside his Anbu shirt to check the bleeding wound, intending to heal it.

"I'm going to--"

She did not finish what she was saying as she was suddenly forcefully wrenched from him, her eyes widening when the man's eyes glowed ruby.

"Uchiha." Sakura thought in dawning comprehension as she watched the man's sharingan whirled wildly.

Sakura gasped in surprise as she was suddenly lifted from the ground, the man hauling her form over his shoulder like she was a sack of ripe potato, fresh for the picking.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked in shock, her voice high pitch.

"Don't worry medic," Sakura heard him say a she lay in complete shocked over his shoulder, watching the white tiled floor flying underneath her.

"I'll take you to my bed." The man above her said ominously.

Sakura's face paled at his words.

He halted while she lay still in his arms, looking shock, and then she heard a door sliding open.

"Let's see how your medic hands really work."

Sakura began to struggle, wriggling in the man's shoulder, the door slide closed behind them, her last chance of escape from what the man was about to do with her.

Hands curling on the bed sheets, the woman's back arching as a loud cry escape from her lips; the pink crest of her pert breast was wet and puckered where he had suckled and flicked his tongue not moments ago.

Creamy skin was flushed with desire; her white nurse uniform was torn at the front while the hem of her skirt was bundled around the waist as he rolled his thumb over the nub right above where they were joined.

Her hips grind against his, rolling and taking him fully into her as the waves of her explosive climax washed over her trembling form; clenching around his hard shaft like a tight, hot gloved.

Pure bliss as he gives her free reign to take him into her, enjoying the feel of her virgin warmth clasping him tightly.

The spasms of her inner walls making him grit his teeth, his sharigan whirling wildly as he suppressed the primal instinct to take her hard and fast; to ram himself into her, hear her scream in pleasure each time he thrust into her; deeply, harder and faster until she could feel each of his penetration; the pleasure of having him inside her.

His balls tight and drawn against his skin, ready to spill his seed into her but he couldn't--wouldn't allow it because he was allowing her to adapt to his size and pleasuring her before he took charge of her tight body.

Dark lust darkened his ruby eyes as he flicked his thumb on her sensitive nub and rubbing against her swollen nether lips where she took him. A look of concentration and pleasure shown on her face as orgasm wracked her small frame.

He watched her; taking in the beads of sweat the streak down from her flushed face and to her breast. Specks of virgin blood and her juices dusted around his shaft as she wildly writhe underneath him, watching as she took pleasure of his length and girth.

Her breast jiggled while she unconsciously rode the wave after wave of her orgasm, euphoria was written on her beautiful face as a strangled sound echoed around the dark room. The scent of sex and arousal reek from her perspiring body while she hooks her legs around his waist and drawing him deeply into her.

"Arrggghhhh!!" She scream, her back arching high, her breast pointing to the ceiling as she throw her head on the hospital bed in wanton abandon. The last of her climax jarring her as her nails dug on the bed, her knees pressing on his back while he remain as her silent audience, enjoying her performance yet extremely and highly excited to partake along side her.

More blood surged into his shaft, lengthening it and stretching her a little further as she quaked with her orgasm. And when she felt his excitement, she expelled a loud, and distinct moan of denial. Clearly, denying his claim and another bout of pleasure.

She was still writing underneath him when he hooks an arm around her, drawing her up and setting her astride him; her pliant body molding into his hard and aroused body while he shed off her white uniform, feeling the moistness that rushed out from between her legs where he still impaled her.

He could tell that she was getting aroused again; her inner walls tightening and her breathing hitch when he slides her uniform off her. His excitement grew and the muscles of his thighs flexed as he surged up, shallowly thrusting into her while the woman in his arms tightened her legs around his waist for an easy ride.

Naked and straddling his legs, the languorous woman allowed herself to be lifted up and then sliding down on the hard length that entered her. Her pink locks sticking into her perspiring skin while the hand on her bottom guided her for a deep and concentrated thrust; forcing a moan from her each time he hit something inside her.

He curled a hand on her armpit and making her arched her breast towards his hungry mouth. Her neck arched, her nails digging into his shoulder blades as he draw her pink nipple deep into his mouth, suckling and flickering his tongue over it; wrenching a groan from the exquisite pleasure that he was giving to her with his hurried thrust and his hungry mouth.

The sound of lapping flesh and the feel of her small form rubbing against him was sweet torture as he couldn't get enough of her taste, her smell, her warmth and the heaven between her legs.

He didn't want to stop loving her body. She was so tight and wet. He wanted to own that little lioness inside her, and keep her in a cage where he was the only one who would enjoy every passionate and erotic minute with her.

She was a temptress; his temptress.

His movements feverish and hurried as he clasped his hand on her bottom to keep himself inside her while she slide over him; feeling the smooth and wet texture of her tight heat clasping him and never letting go. He wanted to stay inside her forever. It was sheer madness that went along side him as he ravages her tight, virgin body with his wild thrust and branding her with his burning heat.

Grinding her bottom into his thighs before urging her upwards and feeling her nether lips kissing the tip of his shaft before ramming her back down; the feel of her tight heat driving him mad and still he couldn't get enough of her; sparks of blinding pleasure bursting from his length every time he entered her.

She was maddening; drugging him with her inexperience and unclaimed body. She pleasured him to the degree that he would kill for her in able to attain that intense and explicable pleasure that she could give him.

He shifted his attention back to her other breast, his mouth immediately devouring her sensitive crest while her cries and the quivering of her thighs was good enough evidence that she was immensely enjoying this.

She was so responsive.

"A-Aahh—"she moans, her head rolling to the side while she abandons herself to his sexual ministration. Her lust filled emerald eyes hidden beneath pink sooty lashes as she stared up at the ceiling, exhausted and sore, yet her body was humming with pleasure; hot liquid desire roiling between her legs as she started to write in intense pleasure.

The rasping of his tongue on her breast created tremors that shot down the woman's spine and tightened on her belly while the thrust of his shaft into her was pushing her back to that pinnacle of pleasure. Her legs shaking each time he lifted her up; her inner muscles flexing around his rigid length that drive him crazy with so much pleasure that it was almost painful; almost.

"Uchiha-san," her whisper deafened by his harsh breathing and the sound of their bodies joining; his eyes closed as he rasped his teeth on her nipple and then began suckling it, marveling the feel of her turgid nipple with his tongue and savoring the salty taste of perspiration on her skin as he lapped at her nipple; pleasure shooting down his spine as the feel of her tight rasping heat continue to rub against the ultra sensitive tip of his shaft, driving them both mad with desire and erotic pleasure.

She felt like heaven.

"Faster," he complied to her demand and increases his pace, clumping his mouth on her breast to keep her there as his hurried thrust almost dislodges her nipple from his mouth; the hospital bed began to creak at their exertion.

"Harder," he grinds his shaft into her each time she slides down; her response was immediate and she mewled out loud her inner muscles clasping him, her body shuddering while her eyes rolled.

"Kami," she groans, throwing her head back and lifting her breast for him to devour; her fingers clawing at him while her lips open, gasping and moaning. "This feels good,"

He rolled her hips against hers, grinding tightly as the head of his shaft rubbed something inside her, making her hummed and flushed.

"Do that again," he did and rolled her hips against him, the feeling of her tight inner walls drawing him deeply into her, squeezing him as he moved her up and bringing her back down again.

"Uchiha-san," her nails scratch his back; angry marks appearing from beneath her nails as she began to move, her movements desperate as her body began to strain and quaked.

"I think—"her legs clumped tightly around him, her inner walls began to spasms as she neared her peak. Itachi turned his attention back to her other breast; her swollen and responsive nipple was released with an imperceptible pop while he cupped her breast and rubbed his thump over it before drawing it into his mouth.

She keened while she grabbed his head, placing him closely to her breast and keeping him there. He did not complain; he absolutely loved where he was now.

He stopped moving, her legs was quivering as he held her; his shaft almost slipping from her while he moved his hand from her breast towards her nub. His hand caressing over her heated body; brushing against her taut stomach to her navel and then towards her sex where he stroke first her swollen nether lips; feeling her breath hitch and inner muscles contract in reaction to his touch and then moving his thumb to circle around that bundle of nerves.

Her orgasm hit hard and she stiffen against him, screaming out in pure pleasure. With his sharingan spinning wildly, he sank back into her; hearing the sound of their lapping bodies as his movement increased, there forms almost a blur.

"Aahh…" she grimaced as her inner thighs quivered, her sex jerking him tightly into her; her juices spurting out between them while he growled deeply, his eyes flashing with approval as her orgasm met each of his thrust, damping him and making it easier for him to slide into her; the growl reverberated into the woman's breast where he held her nipple between his teeth; gently squeezing it and flicking his tongue over it.

"Aaahh…." Her hands curled on his back as he continue to pound into her, her face lifted towards the ceiling with her face crunched with pure pleasure.

"Unnn…" the loud moan resonated around the dark room as his thrust taking on a jerking movement as he began to feel of his orgasm nearing; and the woman in his arms continue to whimper and shudder with her own climax while her inner walls rippled and nearly bringing him to the peak.

His eyes dark, his muscles tensing as perspiration gleamed over their tangled bodies. He could feel her juices pooling between them while he harshly suckled her breast.

He slipped out, and with a growl. He released his hold on her nipple and pushed her back on the bed, raising each of her knees and placed it over his shoulder. With sheer frustration he entered her again, keeping her tightly close against him as he secured their hands above their heads and drove hurriedly into her. Riding her waves of orgasm as he panted, watching her watched him.

Dark emerald eyes peering behind him through pink lashes as he grinds his hips against hers; watching her flinch as he hit a sore spot while virgin blood mixed with white juices smeared all over his engorged shaft.

He was almost there; beads of perspiration rolled down on his flexing back while he ignored the prickle of conscience as he stared at the girl woman in his arms.

His shaft started to jerk inside her, liquid heat surged from his shaft and into her womb while he crushed his lips against hers; hungrily feasting on her sweet mouth while he grunted with his released. His back tensing while he crushed his body against hers, forcefully molding them together.

He draws her swollen lower lip between his teeth and suckled it, like he had done to her nipple. Rasping breath came from his parted lips as he nibbled the woman's jaw and rain kisses on her flushed neck and her breast; smelling her intoxicating scent, tasting her forbidden nectar and enjoying the brush of her smooth, creamy young skin against the hard planes of his lean body.

She was all his; his for the taking; an inexperience, innocent girl for his lustful body. He knew that he couldn't get enough of her.

Her body belongs to his.

"Uchiha-san," he was in rapture that he barely heard the name, his sharingan spinning wildly while he became tense; awareness creeping into his lustful mind.

"Uchiha-san!" the man snapped his eyes towards her.

Sakura's scowl disappear as her eyes meet spinning sharingan, there was a dark gleam in his ruby eyes as he gave her his undivided attention.

After a while of drawing his attention, Sakura felt like she regretted it as she felt something dark and dangerous roiled out from the Anbu in waves.

She was done dressing his wound and had been trying to call back his attention since the Anbu became preoccupied with his thoughts.

Earlier, the Anbu was dangerously silent when she had placed the sterile bandages on his wound, and had noticed that he had been staring disconcertingly at her which brought the hairs on her neck standing on end.

If it wasn't for the mask he was wearing, she would have happily reported this to her shishou. Not because the man had shown some creepy interest in her, but because she wanted to report about the Anbu's recklessness. Asking for his name would not do, so she has to remember his room number.

And as she stared fearfully at the Anbu, she was ready to take that room number and hit for home; making sure that the Anbu was not going to stalk after her again.

The man was really creepy.

"I'm done dressing your wound," she had the hard time covering the tremble in her voice as she moved back, her eyes keeping an eye on the Anbu sitting on the bed; the bed sheets covering his lower half while she noticed that the man was clenching his fist on the wrinkled linens.

"I'm going home,"

The dimly-lit room suddenly crackled with tension that almost suffocated her. She trembled with fear as she inched away from the Anbu.

She had the sudden feeling that this time; the Anbu was ready to attack her like what had happen before when she thought that she was going to be raped.

Flashback

The door clicked shut while Sakura found herself dumped in the hospital bed like a sack of potatoes. She scrambled to her feet while the Anbu began to strip off his shirt, blood soaking the black shirt.

Sakura dipped downwards, and with her right hand as her leverage she sweeps her leg on the floor, trying to trip the Anbu. The man leaps back, discarding his bloody shirt on the bed while he deflected Sakura's punches and kicks.

Chakra exhausted and terribly fatigue, Sakura could do but charge on the man with her hands and legs straining in protest. Her limbs could barely inflict serious pain on the Anbu as she landed a weak punch on his jaw, which was suddenly captured in his tight grasp while the leg that she had used to try and knee his side was seized by his other hand, and Sakura struggled to free her captured limbs while the man gave her a probing look. His ruby eyes landing on her exposed skin when her nurse uniform had bunched up to bare her thighs and to reveal her white panties as the man held her leg.

She started to quake with fear as the man's eyes darkened and then he pushed her towards the hospital bed; Limping all the way with one leg while the man brought her leg beside his waist; the skin of her knee rubbing against his heated flesh as her back hit the side of the bed.

Her fear turn to panic as the man brought his naked torso closer to her, the hallow of his neck a foot from her face while she could smell the blood and the blatant masculine scent permeating from his pores.

She raised her free hand and hit his wound, the man barely flinched as her nails scratch his open flesh, blood spurted from the wound and staining her white uniform while she hissed, "Release me at once or I will kill you," she curled her nails above the wound. The Anbu stared for one aching seconds and then he tightened his hold on her wrist, pressing her back with something hard rubbing against her stomach.

She ignored the unknown object and was ready to do more injury when the impassive Anbu took a step back and released her. She could feel something had gone out from the Anbu when he glanced down at her before sliding in his bed, hastily pulling the covers over him as if he was afraid that he might reveal something to her.

Sakura blinked in surprise before recovering, she began to scramble towards the door; wanting to escape from the Anbu.

Her heart was racing, and her mouth was dry when she touched the cold metal of the doorknob. Turning it with heart leaping towards her throat, she almost jumped when the Anbu spoke calmly behind her.

"Aren't you going to heal me?"

The hand on the door knob stilled while the adrenaline did not waver as it rushed through her veins.

"I thought you're going to heal me when I brought you here," Sakura whirled and glared at the man; her eyes showing riots of emotion as she felt confuse, angry and at the same time scared just by staring at the leanly muscled man on the bed.

She knew for the fact that that man was an Anbu Captain and highly dangerous as she could see that he still look harmful even if he was confined to bed; extremely dangerous as her eyes gazed at the sharigan dead on.

She reverted her eyes from the deadly weapon, she stared at the white wall behind the Anbu and asked in a fierce whisper; her voice quivering after the assault and the nerves that made her jumpy.

"That was your purpose?" she balled her hands into fist, angry sparks shooting from her emerald eyes as she stared at the wall. "You brought me here because you wanted to be healed?"

A silent and stiff nod was his only response.

Shaking with rage, she snapped at him.

"Then why did you carry me and dump me in your bed like you were going to rape me?"

Not giving the Anbu to answer she continued on, "And why do you have to scare me like that by using creepy words?" her voice became high pitch as she pressed her hands to her side, her body shaking; she nearly wanted to cry for getting a scare like that.

"Is that how you treat your private nurse?"

"No," that was the calm simple response from the Anbu, while Sakura wanted to curl and cry.

She nearly had a heart attack after realizing that some unknown, maniac, pervert Anbu was going to take her virginity.

"I hope you die a slow painful death then," she snarled, turning her back to him while she wrenched the door open. "because I'm not going to heal you."

And with that, she shut the door close with a loud bang and run. Tears streaming down her face while she clutched at her throat, still distraught from the fear and the panic that had rose from the Anbu's unforgivable actions.

If he had been bored in that ward of his, he shouldn't have cornered her and scared her for fun. She knew she would have killed him when she thought that he was about to rape her. And she couldn't face her shishou once they find out a dead body in ward 45.

The tears disappeared by the use of the scrubbing motion of her hand while she moved to the nurses locker. In there, she tried to regain her composure and her previous cheeriness of going home but couldn't when she remembered the bleeding Anbu in ward 45.

"He deserves it," She mumbled, trying to convince herself, her bag ready beside her as the thoughts of a hot bath beckoned her.

Though how much she tried to summon a really good reason to go home, the image of that mysterious Anbu invaded her conscience; calling forth her medical instinct to heal.

Even though it was against her bitter judgments, the medic in her still had a great influence over her decisions. She knew that she had gone against the medical code of do no harm to her patient; and by healing him, it would make up for her mistakes and hiding the scratch marks that she had made.

With that purpose in mind, she went back to the ward 45 with her medical kit in hand, and herself prepared for another attack.

As she opens the door, she found herself staring at the Anbu, who didn't look surprise to see her.

"I know you would come back,"

"Arrogant bastard," Sakura thought disdainfully as she heard the calm confidence in the Anbu's voice, the sharingan was gone and the only thing she could see through the eye holes were darkness; his expression hidden by the shadows of his mask.

"Heal me," Sakura glowered ferociously, wanting to leave and turn from responsibility after she heard the command in his voice.

She stiffened her spine; eyes glittering with defiance as she stared at the eye holes.

"I'm not going to if you apologize first," she stated; knowing full well that Uchiha's are so arrogant that apologizing to anyone would lower their high opinions of themselves.

Her statement was met with silence but it was seconds later when the Anbu answered.

"I'm sorry," his lilting voice insincere and hard as his sharingan activated, a hint of impatience written in his eyes. "Now heal me,"

Sakura was beside him in a flashed, her hands methodically moving over the bloody bandages on his wound and carefully removing them.

She did not make any small conversation with the man, and only preoccupied her thoughts with the task at hand. However, she could not shake off the feeling of his disconcerting stare. It was more than once when she had caught him staring at her lips where she had bit her earlier at the sight of the scratches that she had made.

It was not the first time that someone had showed interest in her, but it was the first time that it came from an older man, maybe 7 or 10 years older than her, and Anbu elite at that. But the difference is that this Anbu exuded power and great amounts of bold masculinity that he did not fail to make her squirm with his intense and penetrating stare.

She could almost feel him stripping her with his eyes as her hand shook when she had taken the bandages from him. It was like being under a microscope with a pervert behind it rather than a scientist.

It was a relief when the Anbu became preoccupied with his thoughts, and the shake in her hands gradually ease as she went behind the mask of her medical role.

When she had washed and cleaned the skin around the wound she proceed with the dressing, her hands brushing against the Anbu's bare skin, ignoring the fact that his skin was warmly vibrant and alive as she felt his chest expand for each breathe he took.

His eyes still remain on her, but she noticed that his ruby eyes were far away. She did not move to touch him and gain back his attention, instead she used her voice.

Giving it a soft tone as she called him, "Uchiha-san," not knowing his name but the sharingan in his eyes told her his lineage. "Uchiha-san," tried again, her voice unchanged as she curiously regarded the thoughtful Uchiha.

The Uchiha was still looking at her absentmindedly; his ruby eyes were dark and the expression in them made Sakura shiver with fear.

It was like he was hungry like he hadn't been eating for a decade. But Sakura was sure that she would be out there before he could devour her.

Scowling with mixed impatience and slight fear, she snapped at him. "Uchiha-san!"

Ruby eyes did not blink as it zeroed on her; his eyes flaring with an emotion that brought another rushed of adrenaline in to her veins.

Her scowl disappeared while her face lost its color with fear clutching her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Her mouth went dry while her eyes were wide as she stared at the pair of spinning sharingan.

End of Flashback

Present

"I'm going home," she repeated, her voice a quaver as she waited for the Anbu's reaction.

Ruby sharingan stared back at her behind the mask, while her heart went towards her throat as the man's dark gaze continue to stab into her like a hot kunai.

His eyes were dark with the scariest expression that she had ever seen in the man, and she almost felt like he had her captive there with his eyes; burning into her and sucking her breath away.

Nearly collapsing with fear and anxiety, Sakura almost flee in her fear when the man stiffly nodded his head towards the door, signaling for her to leave.

Sakura's hands shook when she slowly pivoted towards the door. Her eyes downcast as she staggered with leaded legs to the exit. A clammy hand reached out for the doorknob when she suddenly recalled something.

Her fearful emerald eyes landed back towards the side table where she had placed he medic bag, then her eyes ventured to the silent Anbu, who was still looking at her with those creepy eyes of his.

"I forgot my medic bag," she murmured yet she did not moved to retrieved it, afraid to even get closer to the man who was regarding her like she was some rare piece of meat.

"I'm going to get it,"

The Anbu enigmatically cocked his head to the side in acknowledgment, still looking at her.

Sakura shivered and inched her way towards the side table, her eyes warily watching the Anbu. Her hand was just sliding her medic bag from the table when her wrist was captured by a warm masculine hand, rough and callused as it tightened on her wrist.

She froze, her heart leapt as the Anbu pulled her closer beside the bed, and forcing her to sit beside him, so close that she could feel heat radiating from his bare skin.

"Thank you," he took her hand and placed a kiss on the back of her hand while Sakura almost wanted to draw her hand away and slapped him for even touching her. But for how the way he handled her hand tenderly inside his, she couldn't.

She could not see anything sexual in his touch nor any hidden intention behind his kiss.

It was only a simple kiss that she doesn't need to worry about.

The touch of his cold mask touching her skin disappeared as he withdrew from her hand while he held her eyes captive.

"Thank you for healing me, Haruno-san,"

No words of response came into her mind as she could only stare at him incredulously. Realizing that she needed to answer him, she nodded her head rather absentmindedly and said in an uncertain voice. "You're welcome,"

After that Sakura remain seated beside him, indecisive and stunned after hearing a sincere thank you coming from an Uchiha; an Uchiha that she didn't know.

When she had noticed that she had lingered for too long and to her utter embarrassment, had been ogling at him for quite some time now, she pushed herself from the hospital bed and headed towards the door; her face profuse with color while she felt a pair of eyes piercing through her as she pulled the door open.

"Goodnight, Uchiha-san." Not waiting for a reply, she left the room, giving an involuntary sigh when she steps into the dark, empty hallway.

Once she was outside, her eyes couldn't help but took note of the ward number with the intention of reporting the Uchiha's night strolls to her shishou; but in truth it was only because she was curious of the man's identity.

A thoughtful crease marred her face as she walked away from the ward; her plans for a hot bath disappeared as her mind was suddenly filled with many faces that she could matched on the man behind the mask.

Though she could not distinguish him, his voice and his chakra was skillfully altered and disguised, making it difficult for her to figure him out. But his smell; his heady smell that was boldly male and full of virility seems so very familiar.

Yet she could not guess who he was.

He was a mysterious, dangerous and something that draw Sakura to him like a moth to a blazing flame.

He was compelling.

A puzzle that she needed to figure out.

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While she was thinking about the man with the Anbu mask, Itachi was also thinking about her, though not as innocent as her was.

Itachi closed his eyes as if pained, the huge bulge on his pants making him uncomfortable.

He had to remind himself to never touch the girl again.

If he did, he was afraid that he would lost his sensibilities and take her.

He could just imagine her grinding against him each time he took her.

Feel those creamy skin brushing against his bare flesh, hearing her scream as she tightened her inner walls around him.

It would be sheer bliss.

Itachi leaned back against his pillow; his bed position in a semi-fowler as he looked outside the window. Moonlight was streaming from the window panes as he tried to distract himself from the sinful thoughts of a pink haired girl writhing underneath him.

He soon found out that it was hopeless as he could still feel his body throbbing with lust.

That girl was going to be the end of him.

One day when the right time comes, Itachi was sure that he could not stop himself and take her, again and again until this blinding lust for her would disappear. Yet, he could not shake the feeling that once he took her. He would be forever be ensnared by her invisible power; totally trapped by her sensual yet innocent web that she had cast over him.

He would be her slave.

And that, Itachi did not want.

He would have to face his lust and chained his hands together until he would get used to her tempting presence. After all, it was just child's play to face his lust than facing an adversary. Certainly, he would win this one-sided game of his to never succumb to temptation but instead familiarized the temptation.

Resolving his temptation was one of his objective before he took the next step for his plans to work.

To be continued….

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