Morphine CHAPTER X– The malaise of loving someone
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::For once, I wish that I wasn`t insane... so that I could have enjoyed the real you that you are projecting now...
I am sorry that I cannot cry for you Sasuke or that your words are not reaching me at all...
Words that I can`t whisper now trim inside my head like my only hope,
And I hope you will never hear them.
Why are you making me feel so close to your heart Sasuke? Is this your genius trap? Is this your revenge on me ricocheting like a boomerang?
I can't think of anything... my mind is blank and my heart beats like a drum making me dizzy… drunk by the hypnotic world that you conjure for me,
And this feeling is contagious and sweet like torture... and I don't want it to ever end.
Let's both just die here Uchiha, you and I... like two complete strangers.
Because I don't want to live in a world where the benumbing morphine turns into the finest enkindled feeling,
Only in your aphrodisiac presence.
You gave me the world and made me feel intangible and immortal,
While reducing me to nothingness.
You poured it all sweetly into my mind, let it seep upon my lips and burned my skin with it along with your scalding name.
And the beauty of the kiss overwhelmed the beauty of not knowing such wonders like the touch of your eyes,
Beholding me like I matter something precious to you and the suavity of your skin
Lingers on my empty mind.
The cruel circus of red roses only know of the fragrance of your perfume
And you enticed me completely.
But this is me –a broken porcelain mask trapped into this chaotic carnival
And all this broken masks, laughing and mocking me for getting so lost in you,
Are forever sealed into core, marking my very existence.
This is not my utopic love letter to you Sasuke,
This is my vengeance.
So forgive me and let me die here happily trapped into my hallucinating dream, just as much as you want to resent me, my one and only sinfully denied love,
For giving you my taste,
The real taste of
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"I think that it will be wise for us to leav—" Hinata has been cut short when the unmistakable sound of swift yet dominating footsteps echoed along the hall and soon enough a hand has jerked the metallic knob obviously intending to get into the room unsuccessfully because Hidan locked it when they barged inside uninvited.
They froze for a moment exchanging stampeded glances ruminating about their possibilities since being caught in such a tight situation would automatically lead to the jeopardize of everything that they have been accomplished so far and that was something that neither intended.
Then their mind rushed into an overdrive of terror-stricken furious frenzy as Sakura was the first one to unleash a tirade of vicious curses, not believing it how ironic life was to bring Sasuke back from where the heck has he been exactly when her friends filled his hotel room; yes she didn't need anymore hints that it was Uchiha the one to carry such a particular unmistakable air around him – vicious, demanding, impatient, villainous and unforgiving.
Anything between catching them all grouped here without a reasonable explanation between managing to escape without being caught in the act, meant imminent doom and they knew it as the sky was blue that Uchiha will not hesitate and nor will he patiently listen to their blabbered explanations; he will shoot them all on the spot without hesitation or any trace of dubiety in his onyx eyes and this time there will be no iota of vacillation in his tenue.
"—Oh shot! Fucking shit and fuck his goddamn bad timing, damn!" Barely stifling a high pitched shout, Sakura shakily racked a hand through her luscious hair that she has just fine-combed to make herself look presentable and sexy and get rid of that aura of a whore who has been engaged in animalistic sexual activities all through the night and even though it was the truth, she didn't want that cheap image to be latched to her persona, bristling in pure pique as she cursed Sasuke`s idiotic timing lividly.
"Great, freaking amazing! How the fuck did we get him fucking returning here later than his arrival?" Hidan snapped with the same tinge of precipitation and vexation into his tone as they desperately glanced around the spacious room in search for a quick place to hide, not quite comprehending how was it possible for them to have gravely mistaken about Sasuke.
"He was not supposed to be returning earlier than 6 p.m. for Janshin-sama! Konan-chan, what's going on here darling?"
Flummoxed amber orbs tinged with a hint of surprise and alarm as they strolled to her GPS, following the steadily beeping red and yellow dots along the city map while slowly shaking her head in disbelief, while seemingly not in the bit unnerved at the possibility of being discovered in a place that she wasn't supposed to be, understanding the lethal danger dropkicking from the other side of the door while Uchiha Sasuke`s fickle capricious temper might result in him blowing up the door or taking it down in one single swift thrust.
"The GPS attached to his car clearly shows that his signal comes from his home… huh?!"
"Wha– no, that`s impossible!" Hidan gnarred in complete fury and distrust as he was impatiently pulling on his bristling hair manifesting himself as the type of man who would have rather throw that door open and confront Uchiha directly rather than going so inconspicuous, but it was mandatory for them NOT to be discovered… yet. "Did he ride another car?"
"I doubt so. We have clearly followed him and the plate number corresponds."
What they have been doing for the entire night was not only to secure the perimeter and collect information about Sasuke`s beloved five stars hotel but to also place GPS tracking devices so as to keep up with his every single move and thus find the opportunity to sneak into the room and assist Sakura if necessary.
But something about Uchiha Sasuke seemed ambiguous and far-fetched and it was not only his inconsequential attitude and disconcerting attitude but also his insubstantial timing and all those subtle scary gestures that he deliberately did seemed almost like he aimed to mentally demolish his enemies and toy with them.
But that was impossible because, as much as Sakura posed as a captivating enigma to someone of his notorious penchant for danger and unpredictable, he couldn't have made the connection to Konan, Hidan, and Hinata.
As much as their sapless and uninteresting clean backgrounds revealed nothing of their real identities as Naruto Uzumaki has most likely dug into the enigma that Hinata Ōtsutsuki was finding nothing relevant to strike as conspiracy, he had to cuddle with the idea of her being one simple fascination without making the connection between the two women.
What they did not know was that Uchiha Sasuke`s perceptivity and foreknowledge was almost out of this world, always baffling with its precision, and discernment almost as if he had... clairvoyance.
Sakura, as well as her companions, were perfectly aware of Sasuke`s stupendous advantage that automatically propelled him in a league of his own, topping and crushing his adversaries by far; and that was his unbending vindictive intuition.
Somehow, Konoha`s Boss had a sixth sense and the finest sense of perceiving emotions, finding the subtlest soupcons of his rivals` deepest secret, their inborn tastes, and penchant for danger, for luxuries, their mindless guilty pleasures, their deepest engraved mysteries and not to mention weaknesses; he knew perfectly well how to pervade through those walls swiftly and smoothly like silk and wind, never losing his finesse or composure, but always stripping his rivals off their every secret.
How was he capable of such formidable powers? No one knew for sure, for his personality was so complex, so mystique almost occult as it explored the in depths of esoteric and orphic typical to the most exclusive darks and obscure societies and his enigmatic character was only completed by his out of charts intellect, formidable battling skills and critic quick power of analysis, always calculating, plotting, scheming, running through all the possibilities as the wheels in his mind spun frenetically like watermills, always suffusing his brilliant mind with the best safest ways and this is one of the reasons why Uchiha Sasuke was so hard to catch, so challenging to be taken by surprise and impossible to catch, to touch.
"Then what, did he change them along the way? What for? What the fuck?! Morphine! Fucking cooperate woman!"
Said woman was nipping her nail in complete asperity and tartness as her conniption flared in unhinged fury nearly shrieking aloud while she whirled her head over her shoulder to pin Hidan with an incessant glare. "What!"
"Haven't you planted any microphones on this moron`s clothes while you were so obviously and conveniently fucking his brains?"
"Like hell I did!" Stomping to the said male whose enraged orbs furiously sauntered around the ritzy suite trying to formulate a genius plan to escape, Sakura curled her fingers around her knuckles into a furious ball and punched his chest hard making Hidan wobble two steps backward.
"Unless you wanted me to shove them down his fucking ass you moron then NO because I had no fucking time to attach microphones to his clothes while we were busy screwing each other`s brains because one, my goddamn hands were kind of occupied with obviously touching him and two I couldn't risk to do something so speculative!"
Of course that she didn't have time to even think let alone act like James Bond and spy on him like a professional assassin because she had to come clean in front of a man who was most likely being paranoid and suspicious of her every breath even her mere existence, so she naturally couldn't risk something as stupid as trying to sneak microphones wireless into his clothes; besides... that was the very last thing to keep her mind preoccupied because in Sasuke`s arms such trivia faded into obscurity as time, past, present and hatred lost their value and she melted into him like caramel.
While floating with Sasuke out of time, Sakura couldn't be bothered by something so insignificant.
Her purpose was to make Uchiha fall in love with her while she took him into a mad sojourn along the paths of hysteria and presented him a perfect world with a woman that will never be his but he couldn't help to desire passionately —and she succeeded in doing so and even more.
"That would have worked just fine–"
Another two dropkicks pounding into the door made four occupants of the room gnash their teeth together as Hinata was already wandering through the adjacent walk-in closet and the bathroom checking for any sign of ventilation that they could use or at least an emergency exit or the elevator for the room service or the mini bar, finding none!
It was then when she realized that the entire room was soundproof, bulletproof and completely hermetic. They were locked inside by their own accord! They have been negligent.
Of course that Sasuke being the leery man that he was always foreshadowing and anticipating planning ahead of everyone else has brought Sakura to his personal favorite room, namely the one that was completely hermetic from the inside out, except for the—
"—damn, you have to get your asses out of here NOW!"
"And where are we supposed to go?! Teleport ourselves? Become flies and latch to the walls?! Rip our bodies into tiny pieces of origami papers and fly in a swarm of butterflies?!"
"To the balcony! Quickly scram! It would be a disaster if he sees you here especially you Ai-chan since you are trying to hook up his best friend!"
Naturally that the telepathy between the two former Asylum patients worked as magic while only a single fugitive glance has been sufficient for Hinata to let Sakura know that she has found the best option nodding once in the direction of the balcony and, albeit they were on a high floor, that has never been a problem for trained people like Konan and Hidan who shared some valuable tricks of espionage and acrobatic dangerous escapes from deadly situations that looked like a dead end.
"You are correct."
"Don't fucking screw this Morph and don't forget to keep your boy-toy out of the balcony no matter what, got it?"
Hidan warned her friendly as his olive tinged orbs narrowed to her in that worried manner that let Sakura realize just how much were those people loving her and cared for her wellbeing enough to risk so much, just to back her up and provide support, inwardly being considerate and grateful to Hidan, Konan and Hinata for being voyeurs and not meddling with her revenge, knowing just how important was it for her to be the one to take Uchiha down and not intervening with it, only being silent discreet supporters.
But that didn't mean that she had to be polite and elegant with them in return, so she whirled on her heel while only being clad in her fresh lingerie, clasping her bra behind her back and combing her long silken hair with her digits so as to give it a studied messy appearance, seemingly like she has been lounging in the room like Sasuke instructed and not give off any sign of turbulence and anxiousness that she was hiding something from him.
On the inside, she was bubbling and simmering like fresh golden Champagne and whether the frisky electric sensation was good or bad she didn't know but it was definitely thrilling and hysteria and madness went alarmingly high as well as the level of arousal and adrenaline.
"Yeah yeah stop lecturing me for fuck`s sake or I`ll kill you!" She stomped on her feet marching to the door while taking two sharp inhales to calm her racing heart inwardly cursing those stupid bodily sensations as she has been through numerous similar situations but never reacting in such an exaggerated way like now. "Putting the blame on me when it is not even my fault. It's their fault for being inattentive!"
Those eyes of his... Sakura knew it better than anyone else that Sasuke`s eyes were out of ordinary, inquisitive, penetrating, bizarre in every single aspect —saturation, that unmistakable unique peculiar shade of pure black like the smoldering lucent of onyx diamonds, the ability to penetrate the deepest sheaths of her conscious and unravel all the secrets— and, albeit she couldn't understand the mystery that those eyes entombed, Sakura knew that she had to be extremely cautious around those eyes.
Those breathtakingly beautiful black sapphire eyes were burning her mind from the other side of the door almost like they could see right through it and, albeit she couldn't see them and all that was standing between them was a filigree mahogany sculpted baroque door with the golden knob being jerked as her heart stammered and leaped into her chest whenever he forced it almost like anticipation and hysteria shot along the adrenaline rush through her veins, filling Sakura with a deliquescent fire and thrill, she felt them seeing right to her, like he could see her clearly.
She felt them being reproachful, commanding, dominating possessive and hysteric, hypnotic and scalding soaked in vice, in darkness and unleashed passion and danger, venomous but magnetizing... she felt them she could mentally locate them and they were vexed and displeased with something, and that notion only made Sakura`s insanity raise from the ashes of her mind like the Phoenix Bird welled by those purifying flames, controlling, possessive and egocentric.
"Sakura, I am not going to be asking for your permission to enter my room so I kindly advise you to let me in before I get savage."
That was something that she was definitely anticipating in her surge of dementia but Sakura knew better than to risk to jeopardize everything and blow her friends` cover. As soon as they slid the see through glass door of the balcony, hiding behind the walls Sakura padded to the huge panoramic windows dragging the velvet curtains to successfully hide her friends and marched back to the door.
She let out an exhale feeling a stupid wave of adrenaline and the need to laugh hysterically at how thrilling it felt to be caught up like this, smirking in pure bliss; she was enjoying this game almost too much.
So Sakura leaned against the wall mentally choking Uchiha for how he dared to command her like they were associates and decided to fuck with his mind a delay with his thin patience for a while, tongue rolling into her mouth as she almost could savor the lingering taste of his skin and lips on her own mouth and it felt beyond divine.
Her mind was already reeling in anticipating bliss...
"And who might the stranger from behind the door be?" Sakura addressed the other person on the door with a lackadaisically colloquial tone like addressing the housekeeper knowing it all too well that it was not a maid but the owner himself; oh how he kindled her into a bonfire with an only his voice as Sakura could almost taste the rage coursing through Sasuke as she was obviously playing mind games with the paramount of danger himself —a game that she shouldn't have played at all.
"Open this door Sakura " This time, there were something odd and terrifying about Sasuke's voice that Sakura could depict but she could not place entirely; it was barely audible as it was suppressing his every desire to probably pulverize her and crush everything in its way, like the tides of the ocean during an upcoming tsunami wave, dangerous, unpredictable and implacable.
As soon as her friends successfully slide the glass see-through door to the balcony dragged the airy golden and red curtains ensuring their safety —the only thing that precipitated and preoccupied her as she loved her friends more than her pathetic frail existence— Sakura let herself hypnotically be cremated by that heavenly sensation of turning into liquid energy while walking with her bare feet on burning charcoals, wading completely into the feeling.
Playing with the fire itself as she was dancing denuded in front of the Devil`s human embodiment never felt so exhilarating, so libertine, so good, and Sakura was well aware of what type of ideas were simmering through her mind but she couldn't help the shivers along her skin as she only listened and waded into the maleficent vicious vibes exuding from Sasuke`s form, churning inside of him in the form of a hurricane of impure sinful desires savoring the formidable charisma and power of this man.
Turn me into something impure as I slowly slid into the dark ocean of your eyes and you are melting me slowly, tantalizingly, deliciously without mercy… all-consuming and I am still free falling for you Uchiha Sasuke… like morphine to my senses.
Amazingly how the more flaws and breaks into his apparently inscrutable flawless control, discipline and abstinence as he had his emotions on a leash playing with them in a chaotic hypnotic Venetian masquerade as she could never guess what his next move would be, then the more humanity and beauty it added to his character; to see perfection veiling a man was as boring as it was a phantasmagoric idiocy summoned by one`s delusional and trivial mind and not to mention heavily unrealistic.
But to submerge and wade into the flaws and shortcomings of a man as slowly his vulnerabilities were exposed to her yenning for completion as he tried his best to turn into weapons to charm, to spell to beguile, was the real thrill of discovering varieties of what many cheap fools tried to be; perfect.
The most perfect thing about you Sasuke are your shortcomings and I am getting crazy about them.
There was impeccability as idealism was only the mirage of someone who was not man enough to acknowledge his flaws and shockingly for someone with his social status, Sasuke was not falling into that abominable category on the contrary, he embraced his flaws —like his guilt of falling for her helplessly— and fructified them all, making the best of them and living his life to its fullest; kind of too ridiculously carefree for someone who was in a very delicate position as balancing his desert Mafia affiliation to the facade of a wealthy millionaire.
It was almost like he was riding on the waves of his own version of insanity and that was something that Sakura depicted and adored about Sasuke.
He had the courage to be whoever he wanted to be while in the small moments when he was with her because she is someone who will never force him into being someone that he was not; she wanted him as in Sasuke, not Uchiha, just as much as she wanted for the real him to die and pay the tribute of his family`s crimes and not his avatar as Uchiha Sasuke the Mafia Leader.
That had no importance, no value to Sakura —but it was important for Hidan as he loathed the Hyuga and the Uchiha family for interfering with his private affairs.
Yes, Sakura will not even try to conceal her absolute puzzlement when finding out that Mikoto Uchiha, Sasuke`s endearing exquisite mother, and Uchiha Fugaku`s spouse has been Hidan`s secret affair for three freaking years before he got engaged with one of Mikoto`s best friends —they lied to her that the woman moved the country in search for a better job leaving Hidan behind and never telling her that she and her unborn child were assassinated by her husband.
But... who was she to judge the man? Hidan had his own demons and it was admirable how he managed to preserve his mental sanity untouched —or part of it— while embroidering into that complicated relationship with Mikoto and his thirst for revenge; one that was as bloody and tumultuous as Sakura's.
"Na-ah." Sakura sang to his demand like a nightingale in pure mockery insulting him so blatantly while barely keeping her snorts at bay, clasping her mouth and laughing silently into her palms, tears already frothing under her eyelashes in pure joy; oh how dearly she wished to burst out in a full demented laughter just like she was still an Asylum patient wandering aimlessly along the poorly illuminated halls.
She will suffocate like this. Koran, Hidan, and Hinata could hear everything the cause somehow the door has not entirely been locked but it left a small cleft just enough for them to hear everything unfolding so sinister and deviant and so WRONGLY deliciously; key pointing being almost. They pressed their ear to it listening intently how Sakura was casually playing the almighty Boss Uchiha Sasuke.
A brief silence followed after her declaration during which Sakura though that Sasuke will simply walk away probably to grab a spare key from the reception or force the look with something sharp but he stunned her once again.
He spoke again to her in a tone that he has never used before in her presence but Sakura recognized it and that was the reason why the hair along her arms and behind her ears stood erect; the icicle calmness in his voice was the peculiar one that he used when he tortured or interrogated his prisoners or dealt with the other Mafia Leaders.
It only meant that he swept to his other face and this time, he meant business and no more playing. Sakura knew that this was her clue to cease everything and listen to him but she was not one of his associates or prisoners, no.
She was someone who he will never cage because she was the prisoner of her own demented mind.
Sasuke will never lose control —he never did; she never saw him losing composure, this was his charm, his strength, his signature, his brand —that level-headed stoicism.
He was unparalleled for this. "I kindly advise you to open the door now... Sakura." there was something making her senses run haywire at the way he made her name tremble on his lips in everything that a voice could compel —a warning, vexation, irritation, erotica, sensuality. It felt amazing. She grew wet by him spelling her name like this.
Dear Heavens... "The man to order me around has not been born yet, Uchiha." Sakura`s tone was jolly and vivacious like she was a maiden playing in the lavish gardens of Paradise chasing fireflies. Only she could be such a versatile actress —a demented mind like hers.
She almost swore that she heard a deep exhale strangled as his annoyance was probably simmering inside his temples almost as excitement and pyre demented euphoria made Sakura giddy as she giggled vivaciously, tapping her temple against the door`s frame leaning against the wall in only her tempting erotic underwear like in a fashion pictorial, having her index finger sliding along her smirking lips.
He would probably dropping the door down like a total macho casually stepping on it while looking for the beautiful pink haired culprit, then bristle in unshed fury as he would probably not be capable of controlling his bluster and exasperation at her obvious defiance and most likely end up throwing her against the wall and take her hard and fast to quench that furious sexual tension lingering so thick and lush between them but he totally shocked and stunned her—
—BAM! BAM!
Sakura only fetched an eyebrow up when a violent discharge of a gun sent two bullets right through the expensive imported wood of the filigree ornamented door, making the wood creak and splinter in all possible directions and ebbed into the wall on the opposite side of the room —the one where the balcony was, scaring the living daylights out of Hidan, Hinata and Konan as they literarily freeze on the other side of the glass window peeping from behind the curtains as trying to be inconspicuous and discreet, albeit their hearts were sent into hysteria.
What the hell?! Uchiha Sasuke is completely insane!
"Holy shit!" Hidan gasped in horror as the bullet stopped into the wall that was right in front of them making a check puff sprinkled right into the faces with much effect in an ironic display of how they evaded Death again, while Konan had an aghast expression on her figure.
With the exception of Hinata whose impassivity was even more bloodcurdling than the prospect of being killed by Uchiha in his sole moment when he totally did NOT intend to shoot them all, but the irony would have had him kill his enemies without having the pleasure to even realize that he has just unintentionally disposed of them.
Sakura was gnashing her teeth together following Sasuke intently as he stepped inside brushing past her while placing his gun back into his jacket casually strolling inside with a discompassionate expression on his handsome face and the first thing that Sakura noticed was that he has changed clothes in something less stylized and opulent and more professional and neutral –betraying where he has truly been; to take care of business.
"What if I was standing right in front of the door in your fucking gun`s target and not coincidentally and conveniently leaning against the side wall? You would have shotme right in the heart you presumptuous asshole."
Sakura, on the other hand, has casually sauntered to him while having her hands planted on her sensual hips glaring at him with a searing expression in her emerald eyes; eyes that took a completely gold tea shade as the first rays of the morning crept into the room.
She could clearly limn it into his atmosphere that Sasuke was bloody murderous about something, most likely her rude attitude, but there was also something else, even more sinister whirling in overdrive into his mind, something villainous and hysteric, dark and occult that Sakura couldn't outline.
"Naturally. I surmised that you must have figured it by now how I like to play this game and took all the safety measures to protect yourself since you are being so nonchalant in provoking me."
Something about him was playful but at the same time, he looked like perturbed by something that made Sakura wonder whether he got bad news regarding the assassin who snuck into his room –one that her friends didn't have time to brief her about– or something even more atrocious has occurred with his other mortal enemies.
Sasuke looked uneasy tormented and this was ridiculous because he was never like this; it was simply not in his nature not to be confident, calm and in control, but the ruffled look in those dark sapphire eyes, the dangerous silver gleam into them which nearly bleed red made Sakura edgy around him; like he was not there to play games with her anymore and that was stupid since Sakura did nothing to remotely upset him or rile him up like this.
A heavy knock on her brain made the same dubiety arise again and this time it was even stronger. What if... what if he does know more than he lets it show?
Could Uchiha Sasuke figure her out without any clue just based on his high intuition? But how? He would have had her tossed in the basement, tortured and killed by now without any iota of guilt or hesitation in his eyes, that much Sakura knew.
Do you know me?
What she did not know was that things were already tortuous and dangerous between them since, even though Sasuke did know her secret, he couldn't kill her, torture her, dispose of her or pretty much harm her.
I know you but my only sin is that I love you.
The limits of his malapropism stopped where his feelings started to burn and take form for this woman.
But I can make her feel pain without hurting her... And it was exactly that notion of power that he had to scourge her and castigate her for the transgression the emotion revving into his unfathomable orbs as they were set entirely on Sakura, but the woman didn't even shy away from him on the contrary, she was the very same engine that he could never unravel.
She only smiled wider and piped her lower lip playfully not fazed by his attitude –at least she was the perfect feline on the outside, without tose hypnotizing orbs because, on the outside, she was being tortured by incertitude.
Standing into he middle of the room straight, lean and commanding as his orbs were strolling on her form, Sasuke simply stared at Sakura who slid her long denuded legs along the carpet approaching him predatory with a hint of catachresis and evilness to those demented eyes not stopping until their chests nearly touched.
An insane instinct has careered through her spine being very similar to an anxiety mixed with excitement when she has seen him return; a figment that Sakura didn`t realize it encased her chest coming really close to having missed him.
In their brief but tumultuous sensual encounters, Sakura has started to get an odd sense of familiarity and normality being around Sasuke, so much that she felt almost incomplete without his presence; like she was sketchy without him around and that was truly bizarre.
It was almost as strong as feeling empty without the notion of revenge etched into her brain, but shockingly enough... not in her heart as well.
Her pique and pain were demanding for revenge, but not her core. Deep down inside, albeit hidden into the penumbras of her heart, Sakura did not chase retribution and just like Sasuke has correctly guessed, she did not loathe him.
That has become obvious since she was murmuring it into her slumber —a state of mind that exposed the deepest inner feelings that could not be faked and he reveled in it; taking advantage completely of her moment of exposure realizing that the kernel of her insanity might just result from pain and torture, but never from her real self.
Her hands run along his half unbuttoned shirt as she quickly unclasped the first four buttons feeling his skin, hot and supple, tauten and smooth, roaring of passion and fire under her touch but Sasuke only stared down at her with a cold and empty expression on his beautiful face almost like trapped into his own thoughts.
Sakura inwardly reveled into his divine handsomeness and sexiness in those clothes he wore. Stupid etiquette. Mafia was all about maintaining the stylized polished appearance with elegance and strict etiquette.
She rubbed his chiseled chest sensually, gracefully sliding her fingers into his silken shirt while her other hand was latched on his sculpted bicep.
He didn't even flinch as if her touch was suddenly not affecting him, only his eyes were downcast on her. Sakura wore a seductive glance —that type of occult look of insanity, euphoria, and seductiveness that he found captivating and bizarre on her jade crystals. "Other people have been into this room in my absence."
Sakura didn't even shy away at his incredulous words and not a single mimic betrayed that he hit the nail on the head. Sasuke`s power resided in how his eyes could penetrate through deception and her shield to protect from his eyes nested in her insanity.
Even though his eyes could thrust inside her soul, every single thing was written in a language that he didn't speak —the language of insanity.
On the balcony, her friends almost had a heart attack upon hearing Uchiha`s hunch. Damn, he was like a police dog. She dropped her voice lower deciding how should she twist his mind and make him fall the victim of his own game.
She knew for a fact that her associates clearly didn't use cosmetics and perfumes of any sorts while on a mission, so Uchiha wouldn't know how many they were only that someone was there and it was also most likely that he then this random line as bait because he was suspicious of her.
So let us make him even edgier and nervous then, Sakura inwardly tittered manically feeling that peculiar feeling of excitement and adrenaline swell.
"Of course," she seemed to purr while she almost finished u buttoning his slim fit Armani shirt playing with the last three buttons - three buttons for her three friends who were hiding on the balcony. She made every single detail be a game so much that his mind could literary explode.
"what was a pretty girl like me supposed to do when her company decided to make a run for it and abandoned her in such a fancy place running like a coward who is not man enough to confront me in the morning? I obviously found myself another that was willing to keep me entertained."
She knew he had him reel in fury because no one replaced an Uchiha. In their minds, they were irreplaceable in anything and incomparable to anything, but she wanted to annoy him on purpose and test his limits; buttons that she knew she didn't have to press because toying with the unpredictable was as foolish as asking the Devil to lead the way to Heaven.
She unlocked another button of his exquisite shirt, while her hand that was kneading the flexed bicep span along the skin revealed on the open shirt grazing his chiseled pectorals with her nail knowing that this aroused him terribly.
His move was fluid and invisible to the naked eye when Sasuke revealed his gun holding it in his hand and casually he encircled Sakura`s waist crushing her so hard into his chest that it knocked the wind out of her lungs as she gasped aloud and chartreuse surprised orbs twined with hard obsidian.
There was something indescribable churning into Sasuke`s eyes that was terrifying but at the same time intriguing, enigmatic and insanely beautiful.
Something roared to life when his onyx eyes burned like charcoal in pure fury and insult and this entire anti hero and lethal attitude of a Mafia leader —that she knew he was— made her inner muscles throb and the ball in her navel tighten like a burning knot sending electric jolts along her thighs.
She grew moist at this bad-ass attitude because the more Sasuke revealed that she was trading on the ice, then the more Sakura`s insanity lashed to him like a beast, totally enjoying the ferocity in the way he was handling her.
She was turning into Hidan –a masochist. Naturally that Sasuke`s astute perceptive orbs got lustrous and kindled at how nonchalantly she denigrated him without any trace of dubiety or fright in her atmosphere.
Sakura continued to puzzle him and shatter every preconception about the world and Sasuke nearly smirked at the way he was not capable to fully grasp the quintessence of this woman, not in the bit, but fuck… When the vixen slowly let her calf rub and side up around his own, coiling her left gazelle long leg around his waist and resting that slim four inch red heel on the swell of his toned hip bone, slowly in a lackadaisical fluid motion grounding and rolling her hips against his own, his vision fogged in lust.
Dear heavens— she was not in the impressed by the prospect of a gun being pressed down her skin as the cold metal that was pocking her lower back was bruising her skin. She seemed to basket into the feeling of sensing Death so close to her core.
"So, what now? Are you trying going to shoot me this time for real for being such a bad woman? Hmm, Uchiha?" She purred in a keening sound so forbidden and hypnotic as it was laced and ornamented with so much insanity that it was hallucinating but fascinating.
The bonfire in her hypnotic crystals of emerald beguiled his own. It was phenomenal how in the world could Sakura have that look of pure mischievousness and concupiscent in her eyes while grinding herself against the swell that formed into Sasuke`s fine suit pants in clear silent invitation, while having the most angelic smile sliding along her lavish lips —one that he ravished with bruising kisses and lips which suckle on him last night with no inhibition or shame.
He couldn't for dear life understand how was it possible for a woman to compel so many different polarized faces and drap her real face with so many masks like this woman.
And this is why he couldn't let her go, he could not renounce to Sakura, she was the salvation he needed, the oasis of a man wandering through the scalding desert thirsty of life and essences so mandatory for him to survive.
She cupped the folds of his shirt and yanked it open off his barren chest carelessly tossing it on the expensive Egyptian cotton carpet as it flared into the air without a sound while she reveled into the way the fabric slid along the planes of his masculine sculpted arms.
Sasuke`s quietude enhanced the ominous and orphic aura of complete fallacious calmness in his atmosphere as he simply stared down at her with a unfathomable expression in his eyes.
She leaned forward to him while he stood absolutely motionless and silent watching her from behind lush raven eyelashes how Sakura tilted her head and let her canines sink into a cord of his chiseled long neck, suckling on it hardly like a female vampire in a bruising manner.
Her hands traipsed from his muscular chest to the long place especially of his back, encircling his shoulder blades a few following the sinuous rippling patterns of his range of back muscles like designing a map on his body with her fingertips.
Pain and pleasure shot through Sasuke at the way Sakura was nipping on his neck while her body warmth and her touch flooded his already poisoned mind. She was poisoning him like a drug.
Morphine… my dear morphine and the way she intoxicates me with her venom, killing me sweetly in pure passion.
He wanted to punish her for even attempting such an outrageous thing as seducing him but more like he was angry with her, he berated himself for stupidly falling for her.
And all that imbroglio sewed from all the sins and contradictions in his attitude drove Sasuke to the edge of insanity; a fury that he couldn't contain and just like a blazing volcano, it had to erupt at some point —and Sakura knew it as well.
"You gravely misconstrue my conniption so far… Sakura. You thought that I am a gentle man but in reality," Something fugitive shot along Sakura`s spine —like the cold shiver of Death— in the moment Sasuke wrapped his hands around her slim wrists clasping her bones until they nearly cracked in an iron grip as it tore her hands away off his body abruptly and her lips froze in place as they tapped against his chin, listening to the sound of his eerie body language silently. "I am not."
She knew that she should have stopped but she did not. He was right, she had no idea of who exactly Uchiha Sasuke was and what type of man resided into the core of his inner self —just as he would never know how different from her exterior veneering her inner self was.
"What the fu—" Without giving her the chance to react or decipher the sophistic meaning of his ambiguous icy declaration, Sakura found herself pushed roughly backwards as she lost the balance rolling on her heels and, not even realizing it just how close to the bed she was, she found her nude shoulders hitting the mattress with a muffled low thud, like a crane spreading its wings wide ready to soar high on the sky, limbs haphazardly tossed in every direction. "—auch!"
"—let me enlighten you about who I really am when I am not in the mood to play Sakura." There was something lone and distance into his stinging velvet tone that Sakura couldn't associate to Sasuke but she might be mistaking him for an avatar that her mind created out of desperation.
Not quite understanding what his intentions were and where would it lead when he nervously and ungracefully unbuckled the belt of his pants then pulled the zipper down in a harsh manner as the unmistakable sound nearly made Sakura`s eardrums cling unpleasantly.
"Hey wai—"
"—shut. up." He simply growled to her in such a venomous acerbic way that Sakura nearly panicked because this was a side of him that she couldn't recognize —it wasn't even his normal way to deal with his enemies— but in the next moment after she saw him unceremoniously and without having his usual sensuality and grace, Sasuke pulled his pants and boxers down in one harsh motion dragging them along his thighs and, gripping her hands in a vice grip, he used his other free hand to flip her position and throw her on the middle of the bed, face down and resting on her tummy like a fish out of the water.
Sakura couldn't turn her head to watch him move behind her as he harshly snuck a hand around her tummy and hauled her hips up as Sakura immediately balanced herself on her knees half liking this brutality and half being perplexed by it expecting him to fuck her senseless just like she has anticipated, but instead of sliding his member though her folds as his fingertips curled around the flimsy lace material of her lingerie pulling the panties down her knees, without any warning or preparation, Sasuke trusted inside her rough tight ass in one forceful long, deep, hard penetration, without mercy.
"AH! No stop it damn it— ah!"
Uchiha was taking her in a way that he didn't before because instead or ramming into her pulsating hot core that was already laved by milky fluids glistening along her nether lips, he pierced her higher between her round dedicated cheeks, right into her ass without any stimulation knowing exactly what he was going for —punishment— because that way of fucking her was excruciating and painful.
And revenge it did because for the first time in so many years and since she was with him, a burning pain that she hasn't felt in forever coursed through Sakura and crumbled her walls in a nano-second without giving her any chance to prepare herself; moreover, since she hadn't felt pain in such a long time because of the drugs, she forgot how it was to feel this level of burning stinginess in such a sensitive area and it literarily tore her body and mind in million burning pieces and it felt agonizing even to someone as strong as her.
It hurt her chest more than it burned her lower regions and every smidgen of her willpower not to scream at the top of her lungs in pure agony and preserve her dignity flied off the window because damn… it hurt worse than anything.
She literary shrieked in pure agony involuntarily as her body went on alert, not knowing how to react accordingly as a system of defense in front of that horrible pain but she muffled it by burying her face into the plush pillow while her nails almost ripped the sateen sheets like a cat`s claws scratching the lustrous surface.
Sakura was reacting in ways that no one expected her to because unlike every other time, she was not backfiring, not stopping Sasuke in anyway and truth to be told, she had no idea of why was she not turning back and punch him square into the balls of his face.
Or she did but a masochistic side in her knew that she was deserving this for toying with his feelings in revert to what his family did to her but the way he treated her lately was in pure discrepancy to his involvement in her incarceration in the Asylum —confusion took the horrible form of a monster.
But more than it lacerated through her body, the searing pain rippled along her chest and mind and for a moment Sakura could clearly perceive that ray of lucidity, as hallucinate, graphic and abominable as it was, it welled over her entire being scorching her as her very spirit perished like a pile of ashes burning under the merciless cruelty of a man who had more faces than the sun during an eclipse; this was a face of Sasuke that she was not used to because she has never interacted with him so savage, demonic and maleficent —his real identity as a Capo.
Who are you Sasuke?
Fury burned on the pyre of excruciating pain as he literarily tore her in half ramming inside of her body without any smidgen of consideration, elegance or affection —all elements of what he has displayed so far with her— and for a moment, Sakura even took it into account that Sasuke Uchiha had a bipolar personality, because albeit his body was just as vigorous, masculine, hard and sturdy, as all the other times when she has explored it because he allowed her to touch him to the content of her heart, now the difference between his barbarous tenue of his was not matching.
He was completely silent while he was pounding inside her body merciless veiled by a demonic impulse and zeal without sympathy or pity, and only his parched grunts were betraying his physical exhaustion at how much passion was the pouring into his animalistic thrusts.
Stop him… stop him now!
His digits lost the peculiar grace as they were digging into the soft skin of her hips marking her with circular purple bruises as he hauled her brutally to him forcing her to pendulate her body in rapid jerks against his own hips and increase the speed and the violent thrusts inside her, forcing himself all the way inside her every each time until she swallowed him entirely, without caring about her stifled cries of absolute pain or the violent trembles of her body.
Don't you care at all about how I feel? It was the very same question frothing inside their minds in the moment when they have been faced with their pathetic reflections in the mirror —that no matter how much they give, there is always going to be a rift between them and they better not get emotionally attached, but it was too late for this as they both knew it and the revolt came exactly from their internal moil knowing exactly that they should have never become so involved, so absorbed, so passionate about it.
Guilt and self-condemnation squirted through Sasuke`s entire system as a surfeit of inequity and disgust with his own act bubbled over his system and burned his mind.
Sasuke knew it perfectly well as his thrusts into her tight rough body grew harder and steadier that no fine man would use such a disgusting act to punish a woman for a transgression, especially one that he had feelings for, but at the same time, he was also castigating himself through the barbarous act for his inability to kill her and not betray his Family.
In fact, Sasuke felt like this entire brutal way of facing her without respect, mercy or consideration for her unwillingness to participate in such an act with him was paining him more than it did to Sakura.
It was just visible for the way she trembled with scalding tears that she could not smother her agony anymore as her fists tore the soft fabric of the bed sheets in invisible discontent, fury, revolt with an unforeseen hint of submission and acceptance of a punishment that she clearly deserved as a mortal enemy, but not as the woman he... started to genuinely fall in love with.
That abundance of byzantine feelings were not the result of guilt, because he was torturing an enemy —and what he did to her was mild in comparison to what he normally did to the prisoner enemies— but because somehow, seeing her whimper and writhe under him seemingly powerless to stop him from digging his nails into her hips and force her ass higher so as to hit her from an even sharper angle, it causing an eruption of muffled screams to echo through his eardrums in pure agony, felt like complete liberation and atonement.
"Ahh—" While Sakura was pressing her canines on the soft skin of her cheek not wanting to submerge into the pathetic role of a victim, Sasuke felt his air being knocked out of his lungs at how sleazy and distasteful it was to pierced through her rough dry and extremely tight passageway, it being way harder than how it was to normally take her, and even to him, it was sending a burning pain along his body as the sateen skin of his sensitive member scraped and rubbed against her dry rough skin, but he didn't care about that pain as only his growls and harsh pants were the only sign that he was still human and not the flash of a demon`s dark smoke wrapping around Sakura.
Why wasn't she trying to stop him, to tear her body from him like he knew she could? She still managed to perplex him with this incongruent attitude, with how docile she was like she accepted her punishment that she knew she deserved it but at the same time, it was just visible that she was fighting to suppress that rage and not fire back. Why, why?
Sakura still managed to be enigmatic, to toy and twist his mind even though she was in such a vulnerable position allowing him to keep a hand curled around her nape and push her head down in the submissive stance of a slave while his other one was wrapped around her midsection, holding her in place as he pushed himself inside her brutally nearly losing balance and leaning entirely on her, shadowing and overpowering her entirely —but it looked like Sakura found something into her pain that he couldn't decipher.
He started to thrust forward as hard as he could making sure that he went as deep as he could go, but without rushing it because he aimed for her to feel the pain in slow deliberate waves and prolong that agony as if diluting the time and giving the illusion of it lasting three times longer than it was in reality —that was the reality that he was conjuring.
The orphic sensation that simmered inside Sasuke`s brain as it was floating in vacuum and darkness trying to find the bulb to illuminate all of those labyrinths soaked in complete obscurity, was that Sakura`s pain equalized lucidity and thus she lost that mysterious aura that insanity gave —the thing that attracted him to her, flummoxed him from the very beginning, the tool of her ineffable.
'I am lost' Other sorts of emotions from the befuddling repertoire spilled over Sakura`s brain as she found herself tossed into the eye of the storm surrounded by inhospitable turbulent waters ready to submerge her entirely, and that type of darkness unraveled the light of what she feared the most; lucidity.
'I am trapped but not by him, my body or my mind, but my heart and I want out of this dance, of this nightmare, of this grotesque circus.'
And the reason why she could not askew from it, why she could not fight him back and try to free herself was that she found herself virtually surrounded by the same four hallucinating white walls of her Asylum room and bars encased her into a silvery cage of dementia, pinning her wings with cruel long needles while she found herself being a hypnotic beautiful butterfly exposed and trapped forever in the cruel mirage of an eternal beauty —dead and gone as her eyes lost the luscious light.
All being a captive of Sasuke Uchiha —she could not escape him not because she was physically impotent but because he triggered a plethora of something inside of her that Sakura deemed as being long dead.
The pain that Sasuke conjured inside of her body washing her over in rippling electric waves of anguish and stinging burning lacerations, tearing her soft skin like a razor blade, has summoned a fleeting memory of Sasori and she during their last heart-jerking encounter into the yard of the Asylum, just before it has been crushed by lightning, and the burning flames of the Purgatory that she has unleashed on that decadent Paradise.
The puppeteer`s lips and tears bubbling like champagne into the depths of his ruby orbs —a peculiar shade that Sasuke seemed to have in certain moments when she chafed him and pressed her luck further than his boundaries allowed— mixing into the blood and filth and smoke staining his pristine face, his last scalding endearing words, his lucidity melting slowly into the last hypnotic smidgen of dementia, the one which conjured the illusion of Paradise on earth and his last parting gift to her, along with his kiss of goodbye forever now ricocheted back into her memory.
Among all the revolt, disgust, pure hatred and unadulterated fury that she should have feel for Sasuke and what he was doing to her, there was one particular gesture that she absolutely coveted for him to do; and that was for Sasuke to kiss her.
From a third party's pint of view and a part of Sakura mind and maybe for Sasuke as well, this looked like rape, but he didn't care.
He forced himself inside her like he never forced himself on any other woman —not that he was actually a notorious Don Juan because he was very selective and not too coquettish— while the luxurious bed was racking with an ever jerk of his hips each time her bent her over more to keep her in place and his grunts twined with her sobs created a deplorable picture.
Nothing into that circus/that Hell made sense; actors became masks as she couldn't recognize anyone, lost and forgotten among so many unfamiliar contours in a dramatic emptiness and desolation. Nothing made sense anymore; not even her hate for him which was so lucid, so strong and unruffled, so define and palpable, but at the same time, it was stronger feelings that transpired between them the ones to give a meaning to that act.
It had been so foreign since she last truly cried that the salty surfing liquid welling under her yields and leaking along her cheeks felt so alien to Sakura —she has been through this before when two of the doctors from the Asylum have raped her while she was heavily sedated because she has defied their order not to get close to the fence while they were repairing the electric circuits, but it has definitely been tremendously different then.
Not only she didn't perceive the obvious physical pain while they did it while her mind was reeling into a blissful oblivion floating between reality and insanity, but she only remembered bleeding because they have been too brutal and inexperienced and throwing up out of pure disgust, then rushing to the showers and nearly burned her entire skin while she scrubbed her body with soap under a hot steam of water to erase those marks of them from staining her body of course, in vain.
But those were common occurrences in such a godforsaken damned place so Sakura has learned to protect herself as much as she could by behaving and faking insanity, but this time it was different —with Sasuke, everything was different.
This time, he was not one of those lecherous demented doctors abusing their patients with hideous twisted figures resembling grotesque elements of an impure world, such as dirty and sinful animals, but a man that had an important role in her life —maybe even more than she wanted to believe.
He was not a filthy abusive pig and that was exactly the problem; he was there with a purpose, he was trying to convey a message to her, to prove something and not to mention that he was not hurting her like those doctors do albeit the pain was evident this time.
Somehow… she still stupidly trusted him to stop at some point instead of going on until she couldn't physically take it. Why wasn't she feeling dirty and violated with Sasuke? What was the notable difference between him and those gruesome pigs of doctors?
Sakura felt her scalding tears blind and soak her orbs in pure confusion and revolt finding herself truly crying because of the physical pain and part of her because of something that tormented her mentally. Didn't she go through this before on her Asylum days when she was being abused and raped?
She wanted so badly to turn round and kill him for this act only... Felt completely paralyzed and benumbed. She forgot that he could make her feel and this implied pain. And along with that immense pain... Came lucidity.
Pain used to represent her conjured up dream, a pathway to cling to lucidity, her only hope but when she actually felt it infused by Sasuke himself, something flipped inside of her as Sakura found it completely abstruse to fathom the reason for the painful lump in her throat choking her with blinding tears as she sobbed in both anguish and rage, nerves dissipating into a penumbra of pure pain; he was hurting her but at the same time she felt like Sasuke was trying desperately to share his own pain in the only way that he could safely convey his epistles.
Fucking her ruthlessly.
But the numbness in her body that has been aroused from its slumber and exposed to pain after so much time of being desensitized, slowly as it was being hit by spasms of electric stinging pain burning her body as she tried to understand the reason for it only be summoned by Sasuke and not anyone else, prevented her from riposting.
This feels like a horrid nightmare where she can clearly see everything around unfolding in a hallucinating motion, only that she had her limbs glued to the bed, helpless and vulnerable but at the same time... she continued to be trimmed by the feeling that Sasuke was not genuinely trying to harm her; it was not natural for him to act so out of his elegant character, for Uchiha had way more other more efficient methods to castigate her.
Then why...?
Lucidity negated her insanity meaning that her walls, the barrier, and her guard were bring crumbled one by one by him.
She tried to fight her sobs gritting her teeth until she heard the bones clattering into her eardrums obnoxiously, inwardly chanting to herself that this will end up soon and once he is done she will find a way to kill him for that or maybe she prayed for his friends to shoot from the other side but they were being conflicted at what to do.
They couldn't see that she was crying because she muffled it confusing her companions that that she was enjoying it. She confused them with her insanity and instead of it being her hidden trump card weapon, it was an enemy for the first time.
She couldn't do anything but be at his mercy and thus Sakura found herself half laughing at the absurdity, the grotesque, the irony and the thrill of her situation between the sobs that wouldn't cease away –like her very core was weeping while it was being aroused from its slumber reminiscing about the moments when it felt so alive. Sasuke had no concept of mercy in his bones. None.
He was the Capo di Capo of Konoha notorious for his savage cruelty and the nonchalance in killing in cold blood. She felt even part of him so engorged and steel like ravaging and tearing her innards in half without remorse but at the same time she started to find a tinge of pleasure in that pain –but she put it past her insanity and the way it distorted her reality or maybe this is how she was making it be without being hurt.
Every time he slammed against her as the sound of sweaty skin slapping against skin, bodies bouncing together, Sasuke went even deeper inside of her both growling and moaning as pants turned vicious and rasped, but forced himself to keep his pace as slow as possible and she knew why; it was his form of slow torture.
Uchiha Sasuke`s earmark type of torture –he was reputed into the Mafia Families for fancying his enemies like this enjoying every single part of their agony and his keen orbs only added to his amusement, being so perceptive in catching the finest of details about the agony of his enemies savoring toying with them until they broke. She will have to endure this for as long as he–
–Stopped!
And pulled away from her entirely making her let out a short cry when he forcibly retracted from her body leaving a trail of an electric singing pain lingering inside of her lower regions and spine that was terrifying and searing.
She was positive that he did that so as to gain more amplitude to slam inside her once again up to the hilt. But instead of doing that, Sasuke shocked her once again proving it to Sakura that not only he could be ruthless like a beast without taking into account that the object of his revenge was someone who he cared about in his own anfractuous way, but he was also someone as fluky and capricious as a water mill only whirling when the stream was strong.
His hand that kept her featherweight body pinned face down to the mattress gently glissaded from her hips upwards to wreathe around her shoulders while his other one pressed against her knees that were wide opened and suddenly, Sakura found herself being gently brought up and into his arms.
What the–
Before she knew it, Sasuke turned her to face skyward and pressed her back onto the mattress with him shadowing her from her left side, having one hand draped into a loose but secure hold around her waist and the other supporting his head as he rested on his elbow looking at her in a leering way that had to hear heart stop for its pace for a nanosecond; the onyx in is orbs has never been so luminous as now and they stole her breathe away entirely.
She felt it sound and clear because her brain and chest had been shot by a voltage. Sakura didn't even realize that the moisture sliding under her eyelids were amassed into the form of the crystalline droplets of her searing tears that simmered into her jade eyes spilling along her cheeks as she winked rapidly gasping just as fast as her entire body was trembling like a petal of a cherry blossom carried out by the wind, but the man beside her did.
Slowly almost tentatively with a feather like sateen touch that only he possessed, Sasuke outstretched his hand to her face and she didn't flinch when his fine fingertips cupped her teary face like holding fine Bohemian crystal unabashedly studying her expression with a look in his orbs that matched the perfection and warmth of a sunset bathed in golden and ruby lights and... kissed her with a diaphanous tap of his lips against her just like she has inwardly craved for, responding to her desire and giving in return everything that he has taken forcibly seconds ago.
Something was happening between them…
A warm wind whirled into Sasuke`s chest in the outline of an emotion that he never felt before as it shot through him when he recognized the emotion, he mentally combined suicide when his mind, his heart and every pore of his body virtually shout it out aloud –it was guilt.
No, no, no– someone like him never waded into something so futile, so useless. His laconic eyes and unswerving hands were meant to kill, to punish while his body was only used as a tool to draw pleasure or intimidation, but this time… with Sakura every inch of his skin got infused with an unusual energy, a warmth that was as soothing as it was scalding and sizzling, getting a meaning, turning something that has been in his second nature for years into an alien concept about truly feeling affection for someone.
Sasuke kissed her so tenderly while his thumb sauntered under her silky wet eyelashes caressing those abandoned tears as they felt hot and tender under the skin of his fingertips, stroking her cheeks gently while her lips trembled under the delicacy and the intensity of his meaningful kiss. He moved in a way that he didn't before.
Like a lover and every voice of ration mixed with all the frothing insanity enhanced and highlighted that notion in her mind. And she couldn't help but feel limp and drained of will-power and energy to resist him in anyway, letting him kiss her like he never did before –like no one ever did before and even more.
There were quelled tears elongating under her wet eyelashes as she nearly whimpered into his arms in frustration, pathos and desperate pleasure of any kind churned inside her chest as her racing heart cupped all of them into its basket like forbidden fruits of the most delicious sin, because she mistook her emotions for insanity; a fine line undecipherable between them.
And what he said next... it was what skimmed past his lips as they glissaded from her pert lips to her earlobe burying his nose –as well as his shame and lost dignity as a man– into the veil of damp strawberry blonde curls spilled on the pillow that had her freezing. "I am sorry. For everything…"
And her heart stopped. entirely; it stopped stammering, stopped jerking in absolute fury, stopped counting down her life`s seconds, stopped fluttering like a caged bird being released from its prison and every passing second have been lost into the myriads of his stygian eyes; beautiful onyx tinged hues that never gleamed more beautiful than now as they stole Sakura`s breath away.
Uchiha wore a completely antithetical expression to what she would have expected to see —smugness and pride conjured by his vulgar and ruthless act and what followed after his hushed and barely perceptible apology… was definitely not her name but…
A/N: I know I know this was sooooo short like SO SHORT... I berate myself for it, but I don`t know just how much time will it take me to check on the rest of the chapter so I figured that it would be right to just update as much as I have been able to go through it. I promised to make the updates quicker and I want to keep my promise to you. The moment I get the rest spellchecked I will update again. It is just that I am extremely busy with the Case Study for my Thesis and thus have less time to focus on my stories.
I definitely did NOT forget about the other stories, especially ones that I have received private messages and reviews about -Everything in my life, High school memories, Magnolia Perfume or Priestess of Tea. Is just that these are the ones that I have written sketches in advance but they need foolproofing and inserting the descriptions. I will keep you guys informed about the upcoming updates.
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