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Chapter 25
Sasuke's Part

It didn't take long for him to return the two of them back to his condo, his heart beating wildly in his chest; he could physically feel his eyes begin to hurt, trying to keep them on the road as he drove his car with ease. Sakura's presence next to him made it hard to breathe, and he could feel her viridian eyes stare at him as he tried to remain calm and composed, his grip on the wheel tightened as he swallowed hard. He couldn't keep to himself, couldn't keep his hands to himself as he removed his right hand from the steering wheel, finding the warmth of her thigh just under the palm of his hand before his fingers tightened around her.

A sharp exhale sounded through her thin lips, but it soon followed with, "you're sure you can't just stop?"

The sound of her soft, naive voice was driving him nuts, and it was an internal fight to make himself continue driving and not stop the car on the side of the road and start something that shouldn't even happen. He wasn't sure what had come over him, maybe it was the way she came onto him, her lust-filled eyes and raspy voice running through his ears, hands hardly dancing over him, but it made his mind snap and he couldn't hold back anymore.

From the moment he parked the car and exited, he was already opening Sakura's side, his hand grasping her wrist and pulling her out and into his arms. He didn't wait a second longer, his mouth pressed against hers, his lips molding against hers as his hands wrapped around her body, holding her to him as he devoured her mouth.

A light giggle that escaped from her made him smirk against her lips, and when her hands came to wrap around his neck, her fingers digging into his dark locks and massaging his scalp, he ran his tongue over her lips as he inhaled her scent. Winter's bite didn't bother him, and the moment she welcomed his tongue into her mouth, he felt her shy away almost immediately.

"Sakura—" he breathed out before pulling away, obsidian eyes finding her emerald eyes in the dark, only the dim light offered from the building lit her face up, and he could see the light blush that dusted her cheeks. "I'm not going to do anything that you don't want." He spoke, voice low but eyes shimmering with honesty. The last thing he wanted was to scare her off, or make her do something she'd surely regret. The thought made him swallow hard and remember Itachi's warnings.

The feeling of her fingers in his hair and her breath against his lips set a fire coursing through his body, making him pull her closer to him as he stared down into her eyes with a firm look; she caught her lip between her teeth as her blush deepened, and the way she looked just set him off.

"Sakura." He warned.

A soft smile colored her features, and he found his gaze easing up a bit as she exhaled slowly. "I'm just nervous," she admitted, and the blush on her cheeks, crossing the bridge of her nose gave her away and told him that she was being honest. Even the shaky exhale of breath sent shivers down his spine before he pressed his lips to her forehead, his onyx eyes closing for a second as she tried to process his thoughts.

Sakura was young, still in high school and he hadn't even considered the fact that he might've been rushing it, but the way she taunted him almost an hour ago told him something else. He dropped his gaze from her before pulling away, his hand grasping her wrist as he towed her along behind him.

A small squeak sounded from her as he pulled her through the front lobby of the building and straight to the elevator. Thoughts had began to swim through his mind, his brows furrowed once the doors to the glass box opened, and he pulled her in along behind him. Once he pressed the button for his floor, he leaned his back against the wall, his arms crossing over his chest as he looked at her with dark, smoldering eyes. The look that had crossed over her face was unfamiliar to him, almost like fear itself settling inside of her emerald eyes, but he looked past it, trying to find the real reason as to why she came onto him all of a sudden.

"Why?" He finally asked. His patience was wearing thin — thinner than the long sleeve shirt that ran over her curves, twisting with her body as she glanced away nervously. It was driving him insane just looking at her and trying to figure out what in the hell was going through her mind. He wanted to know what swam around in that pretty little head of her, why she had gotten so nervous around him when in the past, she had always been lurking, ready to pounce.

When Sakura finally glanced back at him, he was startled to see that soft smile and glazed over look in her eyes. Her chest heaved with each breath before she took a step towards him, and before Sasuke knew it, he was cancelling out the sound of the elevator climbing floors. She was right up against him now, her hands trapping him against the wall before her weight came to the balls of her feet and her lips pressed to his throat.

"I got nervous," she admitted again, her words running over his neck as she pressed her lips against the sensitive skin there. Sasuke felt his body freeze over, only his heart beating in his chest as he focused on the warmth that pressed to his skin. The way she spoke, her breaths shaky yet he could feel the way she wanted him. "But I definitely want to try something new…"

It was almost perfect timing — he had Sakura scooped up in her arms, the dinging of the elevator echoing and the doors opened, only to allow Sasuke his escape. He was quick to get her to his door, his hand juggling the keys around in his pocket before he finally managed to find the right key. The moment he unlocked his door, he kicked it open, carried Sakura in and found her lips with one graceful, fluid motion.

"Don't fuck around with me, Sakura." He warned darkly as he closed the door behind them, his lips moving against hers, and he could hear the soft moans fall from between their lips; he could've sworn that he heard his name at one point, but he was too intoxicated by her sweet scent, and too enticed by the way her nails felt against his scalp as they continued to kiss.

He walked her back into his front room, their hard breathing and soft groans filling the quiet void. He wasn't sure what she wanted, but instead of placing her back down onto the floor, he carried her to his room. Sasuke felt his heart raging from within his chest, beating against his ribcage as he flicked the overhead light on, and without another second wasted, he had her back pressing into his mattress while his smoldering eyes stared into emerald irises.

Her thin, pink lips were parted and swollen, evergreen eyes wide with excitement, lust swirling deep from within and he knew there was certainty in the way she looked at him.

"I want you to touch me." She whispered softly and Sasuke could feel his blood run hot, those simple words striking up a fire in his core. It was spreading throughout his body, burning everything in its wake, and he could only swallow hard before peeling his coat from his body and let it drop to the floor.

Sakura laid before him, her emerald eyes watching his every move before he placed a knee between her thighs, his arms lowering his body down to hers, until he planted one, soft kiss to her tender lips. "Only if you really want me to." He muttered in a low, husky voice.

Her expression was soft like silk, her eyes still shimmering with lust and curiosity and Sasuke could feel his resolve slowly crumble. It took every ounce of self control to keep his hands off of her, and it took every ounce of his composure to make sure that this was everything she wanted. He wouldn't be able to live with himself knowing that he ruined a young girl who was had lost her mind due to her hormones.

His lips pressed to the corner of her mouth, and he could've sworn that he was dreaming, but the soft of her voice sounded right in his ear — "yes, Sasuke."

His lips instantly pressed to hers before his hands landed on the curves of her hips. The fabric of her long sleeve felt soft underneath his large palms, but when he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and began to lift it up, it was like electricity under his finger tips as he grazed the soft skin of her stomach. He could feel her tense under his touch, and he was more than positive that she could feel him hesitating slightly. With ease, he removed his lips from hers, his hands pulling the white long sleeve up and over her head until it was discarded on the floor, right next to his jacket.

The sight of her laid out on his bed, shirtless and only her black bra covering ivory skin sent his mind into the clouds. Sasuke wasn't much of a man for words, but he couldn't keep his eyes from wandering her body. Sakura looked absolutely stunning; her could see the outline of abs, the curves of her hips and the mounds of her breasts — he took it all in before his lips touched down to the center of her throat, much like she had done to him in the elevator.

"You're still sure?" He muttered against her skin as he proceeded to press kisses down her chest, welcoming the round of his breast as he nipped at delicate skin lightly.

"Yes—" she exhaled, nearly moaned out from underneath his touch, and it only encouraged him to continue. The Uchiha knew that she wasn't ready to remove her bra, and instead of feeling her up and making the pinkette uncomfortable, he only pressed soft kisses to her revealed skin.

She squirmed under his touch, but she never tried to stop him. The moment his lips made contact with the taut skin of her stomach, her hands instantly found his long locks of obsidian hair, while her slender fingers threaded through the strands. Sakura was reacting how any virgin would react, and when his hands came to the button of her pants, Sasuke heard the sharp inhale she took. It didn't him long to undo it, and by the time he was done, his eyes found the black lace of her panties — they matched her bra, and a soft smirk painted itself over his lips.

"You're sure?" He asked one more time.

"Yes," she breathed out, her eyes nearly impatient as she waited for what she had asked for.

"There's no going back." He warned.

"I wouldn't want it any other way."