The man showed no emotion nor did he speak, he just stared at me with a strange familiarity as though he was expecting some sort of recognition from me. He made me feel uneasy…and intrigued. Why had he brought me here? I was obviously still alive and fully clothed, he wasn't interrogating me or accusing me of poisoning a man. The longer I sat in the spotlight of his steamy glare the more my insides shouldered, I was melting just from one look!

"Why are you looking at me like that?!" I boldly demanded, springing up off the bed. This was too weird. His calm expression morphed into one of confusion, maybe even hurt. My gut twisted in sympathy, I just wanted to apologise for whatever i had done and hold him. I don't know how it was possible for somebody to look both deadly and fragile at the same time.

"Whatever. I'm out of here." his mouth dropped open in disbelief at what I was saying. I turned my back to him. A bad move. He pushed me up against the wall so quickly it took the air from my lungs. My soft breasts beat against his chest as I panted for air, my hardened nipples pressing against pure muscle and fingers helplessly grasped the hand that he had captured my throat with. Touching his forehead against mine, our noses touched and the sadness in the blue of my eyes was reflected in the jet black of his. The hair that had been covering his other eye so far had now moved enough for me to see the unusual purple colour that it was as well as a black ripple pattern.

"How can you not remember me?" he uttered words that pained him so badly against my lips before reclaiming them as his own. The same adrenaline that had spurred me into running from him last night was now rushing through my veins encouraging me to kiss him back. He kissed me like he was afraid to break me, like I had been shattered once before and he didn't have it in him to piece me back together again. My lips were quivering as I hesitantly brushed them against his, I wanted to soothe him and convince myself that I really did know this person. The jolt of electricity sparking between our tender kisses really surprised me, the current of excitement surged around my body before finding a home in the moistness between my legs. Somehow he sensed my building excitement, his wet tongue lashed across my lower lip inciting a pleading whimper from deep within me. He broke our connection and smiled.

"Now that sounds more like my Emi."

"Is…is…that my name?" I stuttered, desperately searching his eyes for an answer.

"I'm Uchiha Sasuke, your name is Uchiha Emiko and you're my wife." he stated, cheeks glistening with tears. I started to cry aswell, my memory had truly abandoned me.

"How do I know it's true?"

"I'll prove it. I know your body better than anyone else..." The loose clutch he had been keeping around my throat suddenly tightened.

"I know that this, instead of frightening you, is turning you on." I clamped my legs together, embarrassed. My eyes flickered downward, I wasn't wearing any underwear and I was afraid of my arousal running down my leg would prove him right. Catching my line of sight, his devious hand disappeared up my skirt and plunged deep into me. I squirmed against his thick fingers, two swirled inside the depths of my creamy walls, his hard thumb teased my clit.

"I know that I can make you cum in less than thirty seconds." his voice was low and so, so seductive. I was eager to see if the man who claimed to be my husband could live up to the challenge.

I buried my face in his neck as his fingers sunk deeper into my tight pussy, he was so intent on getting me off it blew my mind. His smooth rhythm was intense, the pressure on my clit was perfect. I couldn't take it any more. My adrenaline fuelled climax was so overpowering I had to throw my arms around him and hold on or I would have collapsed. He held me against him and deeply inhaled into my hair with a lusty groan. Why did it feel so natural? His possessive grip on my hips, the dominance seeping from his powerful body that made me instantly surrender, his huge, hard erection trying to penetrate me through his trousers…it all felt familiar.

"Sasuke." I whispered the name he had told me, stroking his hot, throbbing cock through the thin material that separated such a monster from my ready pussy. The name leaving my lips drove him wild, he forced me down onto the floor and mounted me like an animal. The force of each thrust had me seeing stars and my pussy stung like crazy stretching to accommodate his enormous member. Oh God, it was amazing! His body was on fire, his skin burning against mine but it was nothing compared to the smouldering flames of passion dancing between our mouths. My skinny thighs locked around his waist to intensify the relentless thrusts this amazing man was pushing into me, the violent rhythm he had adopted made the old floorboards creak in pain under my back. The adjustment enabled him to drive even deeper. A passion driven howl escaped my mouth, my cry of pleasure pushed him over the edge at the same time, spilling his thick seed into me.

When his panting subsided, his calm composition regained, he scooped me up off the floor and slipped me back under the duvet in the single bed. He climbed in, pulling me almost on top of him, and held me tightly against his sweat glistened chest.

"I've missed you so much." he breathed dreamily, running his fingers through my hair. His words put me at ease, the uncomfortable knot in my stomach that had been tightening in the silence disappeared.

"Do you want to stay here today and head out in the morning?" It sounded very unnatural that he was asking my opinion, I imagined that our relationship must have been very one sided.

"Where?" I replied, instead of the normal answer 'nowhere with you, strange person who I just had sex with'.

"Don't you want to see how our son looks?"

"Our what?!" I shrieked tumbling out of bed. I hit the floor with a light thud and started scraping my ruffled clothes together. Sasuke watched with great amusement as I dressed myself inside out and back to front. I was far from amused, forgetting a husband was bad but not remembering my own child was unforgiveable.

"Emi, he's in good hands. Calm down and come back to bed." My eyes misted over…what the hell had happened to me?

Over the past few years I had found that abusing alcohol was the only way to numb the pain of not knowing who I was but Sasuke managed to absorb all of the pain just by holding my hand.

I lay wide awake all night long listening to Sasuke telling our story from beginning to end. It didn't occur to me to report back to Ryo, he was just a small part of a life that should never had existed by the time we had reached the story of my pregnancy. The tale Sasuke told was far too elaborate to be a lie and the way my body reacted, the tears that fell from my eyes and the ones he had cried for me made me certain that this was all true. It was starting to make sense. The gaping hole inside of me, that had caused me so much anguish, existed because he had always held onto my heart.

"After defeating my brother I passed out and by the time I was well enough to walk…it was too late, you were gone." His strained voice was barely a whisper, forcing out words that he never dreamt of repeating to anyone was so painful. He had lived in regret ever since that day. I wanted to console him but the overwhelming sense of empathy I had for my former self prevented it, even if it felt like someone else's memories I wasn't ready to forgive. Maybe It was a good thing that I had forgotten? Who could live with a memory like that?

"What's the first thing you remember, Emi?" he asked, hugging me closer.

"I remember..." It was a tough question, things were kind of fuzzy. "Some men in masks…they got me to spy on people because I could blend in so well. After a while they dumped me on Ryo for a wad of cash."

"Ryo?" I had assumed that Sasuke had seen me with him and known all about it. Judging by the adorable look of confusion on his face I'd say I was really wrong.

"He kills people for money and I helped." I shrugged. All I could do was be honest.

"A purely professional relationship?" he said with a seriousness that sounded like he was threatening me. All four of his muscular limbs tightened around me, he was so strong he could have crushed me like a walnut if he'd wanted to.

"Umm…" For him we had been physically apart nothing more, he hadn't so much as looked at another woman. "Sasuke, I-"

My body was no longer ensnared. He brought my face up to his and looked deep, deep into my eyes. His gaze was soft, enchanting and forgiving.

"Suck me off and we're even." he grinned devilishly.