Chapter 28-His Mark, Part I

It was just before sunrise. The last pale rays of the moon had faded, giving way to the first faint glimmers of dawn which fell upon a fated pair sprawled upon a wide sleeping chase in a tangle of twining limbs and satin sheets.

The redheaded male lay with his back against the pillows and cushions, arms and legs tangled around a petite, supple body of a lightly-drowsing woman who reclined against him, bare bosom pressed to his bare chest and face nestled into his neck.

They'd spent most of their strength in the tangles of heated love-making for most of the night and even now—as his fingertips caressed lazily up and down the length of her spine—the half-drowsy-eyed woman felt the stirrings of renewed longing heating in the pit of her belly.

His touch was simply irresistibly arousing and addicting! Perhaps she was a bit too greedy but every touch of his hand—no matter how innocent—left her hungering for more, more, more!

Untangling her legs from his, she slowly pulled herself up into a seated position and lazily slid her legs over his hips and around his waist, pulling herself close to his body and gazing up at him with a sleepy yet libidinous stare.

Catching the desire lurking in the depths of her sleepy black eyes, the young Kazekage's body hummed to life and he bit his lip, groaning wantonly.

The brunette smirked sleepily, stretching languorously forward and placing several open-mouthed kisses along his collar bone, pausing every now and then to nibble a bit or simply inhale the heady masculine scent of desert sand and incense the lingered on his skin.

Another answering moan escaped the man above her and his arms slipped around her, hands finding the dip in her waist where he held her firmly against him, letting his head fall back against the wall.

"Damn you, Woman; you're killing me." He agonized as her supple lips dragged languorously across his skin, heating his flesh instantly as well as causing other parts of his body to spring to life.

Matsuri couldn't hold back self-satisfied giggle, pressing a sound kiss to the center of his chest before lifting her head up to look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." She murmured a bit groggily, though there wasn't a hint of remorse in her eyes when she offered him a wan smile.

"Hm." He huffed. "Somehow I doubt your 'remorse.'" He muttered darkly, thought there was a mirthful glint in his eyes as he bowed his head and claimed her lips with his.

Suddenly, all remnants of fatigue seemed to vanish in an instant and Matsuri's body shivered deliciously against his. Her arms snaked around his neck and dainty fingers tangled into his unruly crimson hair, tugging and yanking his head closer as she strove to deepen the kiss.

Her tongue dipped into his mouth, swirling impetuously with his and eliciting a strangled moan from the panting redhead.

He broke the kiss for a moment to catch a glimpse of her dark orbs which now burned brightly with desire and need, only to dive back in for yet another heated meshing of lips.

Her mouth was furious and frenzied against his and suddenly, he took control—dominating the kiss as his lips slid frantically over hers, demanding an equally riotous response from her quivering mouth.

She answered him the best she could and before long, supple sun-kissed thighs cradled his waist as her hips undulated shamelessly against his, eliciting a sharp gasp from him, followed by a hiss and bestial growl deep in his throat.

Banding his arms around her back in a vice-like grip, Gaara's deep, rumbling growl vibrated against her chest and his mouth dropped to her throat where he left several heated licks across her blushing flesh, as well as frenzied bite-marks.

Gasping pants escaped their parted lips as their chests heaved in unison, pressing hotly together and causing a delicious friction that left them both moaning in pleasure.

Gaara's teeth scraped sensuously across the skin of her chest, collar bone and shoulder, before he paused to suckle harshly at the juncture of her throat.

His teeth and lips left an instant bruise that he laved over lovingly with his tongue.

"I want to mark you…" He murmured heatedly against her, causing a shiver to roll through her body, her back arching in response.

She sighed, swept up in a heady wave of lustful bliss and her toes curled when he gave her flesh one more hedonistic nip before catching her mouth in a long, sensuous kiss, dipping his tongue into her honeyed taste.

"I want to leave marks on every. Last. Inch of your delicious body." He purred huskily between kisses, then paused as he raised a hand and caught her chin between his fingers. "That way…" He whispered, leaving feather-light caresses along her jawline with his lips as he spoke softly. "…Everyone will know that you are mine; no one will dare touch you," his mouth paused near the shell of her ear where he let a rare, nefarious smirk break across his serene exterior. "Unless they have a death wish." His voice darkened and his eyes followed the path of his fingertips as they trailed over her shoulder and down the length of her arm. "In which case…I will have no choice but to…bring a swift end to them." He finished in an almost-menacing murmur before mouth touched the skin of her shoulder in a wet, open-mouthed caress, causing goosebumps to pebble her skin.

Matsuri's heart quickened at the impending warning in his tone and her body shivered in response to his mouth on her skin—that tongue of his was positively sinful against her quivering flesh and her heated core dripped with insatiable need. Her hips swirled slowly and sensuously into his, craving the friction that she knew would bring release to her throbbing womanhood.

There was a sharp hiss.

A feral growl from deep in the back of his throat and then, his hands gripped her hips hard as he flipped them over, his body hovering over hers.

"You, Woman, are torturous seductress." He kissed her fiercely, tongue plunging forcefully into her mouth as if to prove his point.

His eyes met hers then, molten jade burning into smoldering coal, as he suddenly slid down her body—hands and lips sliding over her shoulders, then down to her delectable breasts where he paused for several long moments to lavish each delectable mound with his mouth.

Matsuri gasped, wanton moans escaping her lips as she laced her fingers into his hair and held him against her, arching her body further into his touch.

"Now…it's my turn…" He breathed and suddenly, he was moving past her waist—biting and licking the sensitive dip in her hip before moving to her inner thigh.

Suddenly, Matsuri's body froze when she felt the hot wetness of his tongue making slow circles along her inner thigh.

Pushing up to her elbows, her eyes found widened when she caught the face of her sensei—jade eyes hooded in lust as his tongue continued its lazy circular motion upwards and still upwards, dangerously close to her wet and aching entrance.

Though they'd made love for what seemed like countless times before, the room had always been somewhat darkened and Gaara's mouth had always been very occupied elsewhere and far away from that part of her body.

Now that his eyes and mouth lingered so dangerously close, she felt an intense insecurity wrap around her like a suffocating cloak and instinctively, her knees drew together self-consciously.

Gaara caught the sudden movement and his hands gently pinned her thighs, stilling her movements as he looked up at her questioningly. "Matsuri?"

"I—I'm sorry I j-just…I mean you've n-never…" She trailed off, biting her lip nervously as her eyes flickered apprehensively from his face to some spot on the bed, then back again.

Pushing up on his hands and knees, Gaara planted a soft, reassuring kiss to her belly before his eyes once again met hers, steady and gentle. "I will always give you nothing but absolute pleasure, Matsuri—do you trust me?"

She bit back her uncertainty and simply nodded, a small smile touching her lips as he once again bowed his head between her legs.

There was a moment of frozen time where she felt nothing but the wet heat of his breath ghosting across her swollen center…

…her breath caught in her throat.

Her heart stopped.

And then, his tongue was dipping into her slick folds and fell back against the pillows, her head thrashing from side to side as she cried out in blinding ecstasy.