Be My Sacrifice
Chapter 7: "Cold"
A/N: Hello out there ^^ I'm really surprised at how many chapters this story has gotten in such a short time. *Sniff* they grow up so fast xD
I would like to thank all my loyal reviewers for always leaving a small comment after reading a chapter – they really motivate me to keep on writing ^^
This chapter is gonna contain some light sexual themes.
Enjoy reading.
"Ul-Ulquiorra, wha-what are you doing?"
She felt how he had complied with her request - putting his hands around her waist holding her close. However, not in the way she had wanted him to.
Instead of a simple hug with tender and warmth she was met by such a force and cold that she had to take a deep breath – his simple grip almost squeezing the air out of her lungs.
It scared her. Not really the fact that she had a hard time breathing in his grip, but because he had no idea of how to give someone a hug without putting too much force into the process…
Had he never been… tender? … with someone before?
"You're hurting me…"
She muttered, feeling how his grip around her waist slackened and how he took in another deep breath. As if he was trying to collect himself somehow.
"I told you"
He whispered back almost in a soft tone – his voice clearly influenced by the heavier breathing that she could feel from his chest. Normally she couldn't really see if he was breathing or not, so maybe she was just imagining things? Imagining that his breathing had become a lot more rough now where they were so close to each other
She gripped carefully at the edge of the collar on his white Espada uniform, tugging lightly in an attempt to calm herself down and fixate her mind on something else than the slight pain she could feel by his grip… Not enough to actually do her any harm, but enough to make her feel uncomfortable.
"You're so cold…"
She felt how he stiffened when she accidently brushed his neck underneath the protecting collar. It was like touching a rather hard surface that had been standing in a cooled room for its whole life… Not like the living creature she knew he was.
"You should wear some more clothing…"
Another deep breath was taken close to her neck, sending shivers down every inch of her body.
"It doesn't bother me"
His breathing brushed along the sensitive skin around her neck as he spoke – all she asked for was for him to hold her… but apparently it was about to evolve into more than just to be held
Was she… worrying about him?
He immediately erased the thoughts from his mind. Trying to break out of the intense intoxication the human girl had brought him into…
It was against all his needs and obligations as an Espada and! a hollow creature… and even so he began to crave more and more for the young girl in his arms. It couldn't be explained in words or simple explanations… It was just a feeling and a desire that he had to get rid of before it was too late.
Surrendering his senses to the scent of her neck and her hair for a moment, he tried to think the whole situation through rationally - Or, more correctly, use the last bit of rationality in his head to think it through.
However, when he tried to find the many reasons to stop the hunt for meaningless desires, his mind went completely blank. She had shifted slightly. Just enough for him to feel their upper bodies pressed together for a moment.
It was enough. He couldn't take it. He had to react… had to taste her.
Moving his face closer to her neck, careful not to hurt her this time, he brushed his lips along the sensitive spot that was still hidden by the bandages he had wrapped so neatly around her yesterday.
Even though he didn't exactly tasted any flesh, the mere contact was enough for him to take another deep breath.
Running his hands lower down her waist, his fingertips began to search… To searhc for the skin he couldn't feel because of the annoying fabric that kept him away. kept them separated. Kept him separated from her.
He listened closely as a small gasp escaped her lips – only encouraging the growing desires even more.
"Ul-Ulquiorra?"
She asked, seemingly confused at the trailing movements his fingertips began to make – working their way lower and lower until his hands had moved all the way down to rest at her thighs.
Even through the fabric he could feel how soft she was. A lot softer than he had thought she would be.
"Don't speak"
He whispered, while tracing his fingertips lower down her thighs until he reached the edge of the dress like uniform she wore – lifting the fabric slowly up, so he, before very long, exposed some of the skin underneath.
"Wha-what are you doing?!"
Orihime exclaimed in clear embarrassment, trying to pull her dress down again…however, in the exact same moment, Ulquiorra gripped her hand and placed his other at her mouth.
"Shhh…"
His green eyes lingered at hers for a long time before he spoke once again.
"I said; 'Don't speak'"
She felt how he slowly released her hand and also removed the one at her mouth - instead placing both hands at the newly exposed area at her thighs.
He was so cold it sent shivers down her spine and out to all inches of her body.
It wasn't like him at all… To act like he did. The only real physical contact she had with the 4th Espada, had been when he forced her to eat, when he taught her how to hold a sword, and when he had almost strangled her…
These actions were completely different from those.
This time, instead of the ruthlessness, he actually seemed careful and cautious. As if he was afraid to hurt her… no matter how much that seemed different from his always harsh and unemotional words.
He was complex to say the least… After all, she was in no position to know how he felt no matter how long she stared into those green orbs. She never knew if he was happy, if he was mad, if he was… sad.
She rested on her elbows, moving slightly back, when he moved forward - his hands moving their way further up her thighs.
Eventually she was forced to lie down completely on the bed – the green eyed predator hovering above her body, his eyes holding a new glow she had never seen before.
She wanted to speak… somehow wanted to do something… but the words caught in her throat, coming out as small gasps when he moved his cold fingertips carefully down her thighs again – his gaze stuck to the spot he was touching… or was he… caressing?
Finally gathering enough courage to oppose his 'intrusion' on her personal space, she moved her hands up at her chest, trying to push him away… however, it just backfired on her.
Grasping her thin wrists he forced them above her head – his green eyes piercing into her gray ones for a long time without touching her any further.
She felt so vulnerable in that moment…
He searched her eyes for a moment, before gripping both her wrists with one hand – not getting much resistance from her this time.
No matter how much she tried to resist him he already had read her movements… all her bodies hidden signals that he, somehow, had learned to understand after many hours spend with the young girl underneath him.
She wasn't completely disgusted by him… That was certain.
Using his now free hand, he traced his fingers down her still clothed chest – fascination painted all across his pale features.
If it wasn't because he still had some of his rationality left, her clothing would have been discarded long ago. All the fabric annoyed him to unknown extends, most of all because it was as if Aizen-sama deliberately had chosen the big dress with the high collar so all signs of her body underneath were hidden…
Aizen-sama never seemed like the person to hide female features like that… It was so not like him.
But oh, he saw what was hidden underneath the pieces of fabric, what kind of features the seemingly innocent young girl had and oh he craved for the skin that wasn't supposed to be desired by him...
But …
… She belonged to Aizen-sama.
He tried to remove the thoughts from his head – his obligations to Aizen-sama making him doubt his current actions for a while.
However, even when his determination was wavering, he still ran his free hand up to the edge of her collar – as if his body reacted on its own.
Ripping a little harder than he had intended, the collar was forced open, exposing the soft skin of her bandaged neck and the smooth surface of her collarbone.
Carefully, he moved his free hand down to the new are – brushing with slow soft movements along the pale flesh and earning a small shiver from the young girl.
"Please… te-tell wha-what are you doing?!"
He hissed a bit annoyed by her question while still running his fingers down her collarbone – gradually using his nails to tease the skin instead of just his fingertips.
"Exploring you…"
He muttered honestly.
After all, this was one of those questions he couldn't really answer in a rational or logical way… No matter how long he had to think about it.
Moving his head down to the exposed area at her collarbone – taking in her scent one last time, he finally allowed his lips and tongue to taste the sweet flavor of her skin.
Immediately he felt how she arched her back just slightly – ultimately making him let go of her wrists. After all he was sure of one thing now… She wouldn't run away.
They were too entangled for that…
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She gasped in surprise when she felt the tip of his tongue dance along her skin – the emotions in her head and body confusing her and making her eyes blur from time to time.
He didn't left any area of her body unexplored as his mouth tasted every inch of her exposed skin… everything from her collarbone, to her jaw, to her legs and dangerously high on her thighs.
She had practically surrendered in that moment... just lying on the bed, feeling as the cold feeling of his lips and hands slowly began to merge with her own body heat.
She wasn't cold anymore.
A/N: I know, I know, I'm teasing xD But there's gonna be a part 2 in the next chapter so look forward to it. Review and get a lollipop ;3