Chapter 6
"When you're born in a burning house, you think that whole world is on fire. But it's not."
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"How about a dance first?" I asked her as I looked around, scattering the eyes of the curious who seemed to have gathered in a corner of the room, sipping the clinging woman clinging to my arm and swinging her lovely body toward the dance floor, waving her hips in spite of the men watching her.
"Are you sure you know how? You look pretty stiff!"
"I'm an excellent dancer!" I answer theatrically "Maybe even the best in the room!"
"I need proof, my lord!"
She challenges me, so I get into her game. I wrap my arms around her frail waist, feeling in my palms the silky material of the dress that envelops the velvety, white skin that I suddenly want to cover with thousands of kisses, then place them on the curve of her back. She shudders and I smile. I loved the way her body responded to my touches, her skin turned goosebumps and her chest going up and down in a jerky rhythm, while her apple green eyes peered at me, begging me for more.
I pull her closer to me as the other hand tightens around her hand, struggling with my inner desire to make it slide down to her ass.
"I want you to stick that wet and talented tongue between my thighs and make me scream…" she shrugged carelessly, smiling so innocently as if we were talking sweet nonsense while her long, cold fingers squeezed lightly on the back of my neck.
I had the impression that my body would break to pieces.
"That dirty mouth of yours will get you in trouble one day, honey!" I growled in her ear, feeling her words burn down my body.
"Oh, please..." she replies wryly, rolling her wonderful eyes over her head. "I don't even know you at all, but I'm capable enough to realize that this party is terribly boring." after a short pause in which she avoids looking me in the eye, she continued fearfully "All these people are looking at you as if you are responsible for the whole disaster in this city! It's not fair, Itachi… "
Was it possible that she cared about me?
"Do you want me to be honest with you, Sakura?" I ask in a low voice, as if I'm afraid that someone might hear our conversation getting lost among the orchestra's musical chords. "I'm tired of all these people! I want to taste you. I want you to feel how my nose sticks to you when I lick you from the front… and from the back! "
Her huge eyes look at me out of breath. I see her nipples getting harder through her silk dress.
"I want this so much, honey, that my dick got hard just thinking about it." she shuffles slightly and looks down in shame. "In my office, Haruno! Now!"
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The moment her lips touch mine, I feel everything around us crumble - I forget anything is right or necessary.
The yawn she makes as our bodies approach.
Her touch.
Her honey lips and the scent of cherry blossoms.
I was on the verge of nothing; she was the only woman I could think of, the only woman I wanted.
Sakura takes a deep breath - she puts her hand to the hem of her skirt covering her thighs which she lifts insanely slowly to her waist, while I pounce on us, like a thirsty animal on her hot lips. I bury my face in the hollow of her shoulder and kiss her every piece of skin exposed above her collarbone. I touch her lower lip with my thumb, then draw the outline of that dirty mouth so perfect that fascinated me.
So fucking perfect.
Her mouth was ajar now, but she refused to look me in the eye - she never did. She stared in fascination at my fingers teasing her hardened nipples through the dress, as if she had never known the hands of a man touching her in this way.
And it wasn't. In a dark corner of my mind flickers fragments of images of a woman's body, streaked with deep wounds and always fresh bruises.
"Look into my eyes!" I whispered to her in a soft voice as I lifted her chin with two fingers, forcing her to look at me, "You belong to me, Sakura! Let me make you feel good!"
"Mhhhhm..."
I was on the verge of nothing; she was the only woman I could think of, the only woman I wanted.
Sakura takes a deep breath - she puts her hand to the hem of her skirt covering her thighs which she lifts insanely slowly to her waist, while I pounce on us, like a thirsty animal on her hot lips. I bury my face in the hollow of her shoulder and kiss her every piece of skin exposed above her collarbone. I touch her lower lip with my thumb, then draw the outline of that dirty mouth so perfect that fascinated me.
So fucking perfect.
I kiss her hot and wet flesh, thoroughly, deeply, enjoying her frantic torso, while my greedy hands slide down her firm thighs to bring her closer to me. I could feel her squirming in embarrassment as my tongue whipped her clit as her bare legs rubbed my tense back as her hands searched desperately for mine, trying to stop me.
"Relax dear! Tonight, is yours!"
My hunger for her overwhelmed me. It was sweet, sweet as honey - a pure sweetness in spite of everything she had done so far. And I liked it, I was dying of hunger and desire; I looked her up and down, between her legs, admiring the way her expressive face betrayed everything she felt.
"So fucking sweet…"
Her eyes were closed, letting herself be carried away by her senses, while her chest rose with short, needy breaths. "It feels so good, Itachi ..." she whispers.
She smiles slightly at me as my finger probes the folds and slowly teases the damp, soft edge of her entrance. Then tenderly, carefully, I push the first finger inside her, watching her all the time.
She stretches around my finger.
I slide my second finger inside her and she moans in her palm.
Her pelvis moved in sync with my tongue, frantically and uncontrollably, while my fingers worked gently inside her - the tip of my tongue running over her clitoris, again and again, until I felt her close. "Itachi, I'll…." I feel the tension between her legs, I feel her whole body give way and I don't stop until I hear her call my name, breaking into thousands and thousands of sharp shards the dark silence of the office, where the silent city that shines in the distance is a witness to our sin.
"Come for me, baby!"
And she did. She couldn't find her words; she wasn't even needed - she was just enjoying the huge wall of sensations that overwhelmed her. I could read the release in her eyes. She looked at me as if she had never imagined that a man would ever give her pleasure.
I smile at them.
She was beautiful, more beautiful than ever. Her long pink hair falling gently on her shoulders like a cascade of cherry blossoms shone in the silver moonlight and her eyes overwhelmed me with the intensity of their gaze and suddenly I forgot to breathe. I felt a feeling in my soul that I could swear I had forgotten - I suddenly woke up to an unstoppable desire to know her.
"Thank you… Itachi-san! I never have…"
"I Know!" I interrupt her quickly, still enchanted by her beauty "Sakura, tell me your story, one day. And I will show you everything a man can do! "
"I don't have a story worth telling." the woman answers with sadness in her voice, a sadness that tears me apart.
"Any story is a story worth hearing!" I say, as I casually light a cigarette, puffing gray smoke into the atmosphere, adding a touch of mystery to this crazy night.
"And you? Your story, I mean… what is it? Why is a man like you content with a prostitute? I saw the women in that room, all gorgeous, graceful in their expensive dresses, I saw the way they looked at you. It's impossible for me to believe that you don't want one of those bored wives who always seem ready to throw themselves at your feet. And then… why?"
"Because I lost everything…"
"You're afraid of attachment." she finally finds out.
"Enough, Sakura! Please get dressed! I'm sure everyone else is asking questions. "
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Hi everyone, It's been a long time since the last update of this story, but I just couldn't write anything, no matter how hard I tried. It was a total blockage and even now I can't say that I came back strong, but I hope that in the future I will be able to come up with longer chapters, depending on my time.
Anyway, thank you for stopping to read what I wrote here and I hope you enjoyed it.