I ran my fingers along the delicate burn mark on her back. She slapped at my hand, Hinata was really sensitive when it came to that burn.

"please don't," she whispered. I sighed, walking over to the bed dropping her onto it. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the black velvet box I had been fiddling with while she was fixing Hidan. Holding it out, she hesitantly reached for it. I watched her fingers run over the velvet before gently prying it open. "it's a promise ring," I muttered, I removed the silver band from the box sliding it onto the wedding finger of her right hand, making sure the heart was facing her.

"The heart represents love, the hands friendship and the crown loyalty, it was my mothers," I said, feeling embarrassed. In the past few weeks I had started to fall for her, Hinata looked so fragile but she was strong and I liked that about her. She was resourceful and didn't panic when things happened but calmly approached the situation unlike me. Hinata was kind and beautiful. Hinata hugged me, pushing her breasts up against my bare chest. I couldn't stand the torture of being close to her anymore and not being able to do anything. My mouth crushed hers and i jerked my hips forward to grind against her as i pushed her down. Hinata surprised me again by sliding her arm around my neck and urging me closer, though I could feel her shaking beneath me from want. She was perfectly pliant as I slid my hand down over the generous globes of her ass and between her bare thighs. Still wasn't a good position, not with the huge difference in height. I gave her one more small kiss, the only kindness i would grant, then rolled her onto her stomach. Hinata quickly tried to sit up, but my big hand easily held her down between her shoulder blades. She went completely still, holding her breath as i rubbed against her through our meager clothing. Braced on one arm, I used my body to hold her down instead so my hand could slide down her flat stomach and fist the lace of her bra. I buried my nose into her hair and murmured calmly, "I'm sorry but this is going to hurt, I've held back for far to long."

"Kaku- hngh-!" Hinata clung to her pillow and whimpered into it when my hand found her breast and kneaded the soft flesh. Her spine arched of it's own accord and thrust her thighs back against mine unintentionally. My answering growl vibrated against her back. Her panties were yanked down to her knees and i was inside her before she could catch her breath. Her nails ripped into the pillow as she screamed. It was invasive, harsh. But I didn't move. My breath still came in hot waves against the back of her neck, as i held completely still. 'Fucking virgin' I thought, leaning my head against her shoulder. I eased out, then filled her again. I tried to be careful with her, I didn't want to hurt Hinata. "Fucking hell" I hissed in her ear, the slow pace chipping away at my godly pride and my painful erection. Her pleading was muffled by the pillow, despite it I could hear her begging me to move faster.

"Okay" I growled, thrusting into Hinata roughly in response to the desire her begging gave me. Her breath left her in a grunt with each thrust. Hinata's voice was still high and so sweet compared to the husky voices of women I had before. I never considered myself a fetishist, but gods, the noise was tearing away at my self control. I lost myself in the pounding of her hips, in her sweet keening, the sound of sweat-slicked skin against sweat-slicked skin. I had never lost my control over myself. But if I had to lose it, this was probably the most preferable way. Hinata suddenly lifted her face from the pillow and moaned out. Her body went rigid and tightened around me. I heard her nails tear into the bed sheets beneath the pillow. The animalism of it all ripped a roar from, my throat, and a few forceful thrusts later, I reached the same peak. It stole my common sense for a millisecond, sent my mind reeling.