When Sasuke finally separated, he whispered breathily across her lips: "God, you're so fucking beautiful."
Sakura, more out of breath than him, bit her swollen lip fearfully. She trembled still in his hold, from sheer fear. Sasuke chuckled darkly. "Still cold?"
He suddenly stood up, too fast for Sakura to get back on her feet so she thought she was going to fall over-
-only to have Sasuke force her flat against the long dining table, right against the cake. Any closer and she would have been smeared by the white cream frosting.
Sasuke moved her so that her head was right to the side of the cake while her legs fell straight down the rest of the table. His dark warning gaze, told her to stay where she was and Sakura, despite her Inner scolding self, obeyed.
Sasuke used that moment to undo his black dress shirt and shucked it off behind him, before climbing up to straddle her waist. Tears welled up miserably inside Sakura's lime green eyes but she held them back; a part of her theorized that he liked seeing her cry.
Sakura kept her eyes shut as he shoved her tank top up to bunch around the tops of her bra covered breasts before stripping it off over her head. Sasuke then reached behind and undid the white lace bra she with practiced agility, before throwing it too off somewhere in the kitchen.
Sakura quivered at the sudden chill that hit her but Sasuke didn't leave her cold like that. His entire body came down to cover hers in an instant.
The pink haired girl would have rather been cold.
And yet, she couldn't argue that his actions weren't having an effect on her. He knew exactly where to touch and how to caress to set her skin ablaze and Sakura was feeling every ounce of it as he continued kneading her breasts, now trapped between their bodies.
A quiet moan escaped through her lips before she'd known what had happened.
Sasuke smirked above her as he took in her now flushed red face. He suddenly took a rather large dollop of cream from the cake, this time, and smeared it straight across her neckline. Sakura almost yelped at how cold the frosting was. She tried squirming away when he'd bent down but a hand had clamped down tight upon her shoulder, stopping her.
Sasuke moved to lick the cream off her in slow tantalizing movements.
God….she was going to be sick.
Sakura had squeezed her eyes shut during the whole ordeal, despite her own reluctant desires growing in the pit of her abdomen. When he took her it was always like this: her mind and body standing on polar opposites of the spectrum.
Inner Sakura told her to keep quiet and just let him finish so he would leave her alone.
But at the same time, a primordial primal urge in her core told her to forget all inhibitions and reciprocate.
And despite herself, Sakura was drowning in it again. A cloud of delirium in the illusion of lust obscured her senses and practicality causing her to forget the dire nature of her captivity. A carnal need told her to stop thinking and just feel.
Using that small lapse of attention, Sasuke had undone the button and zipper to her white shorts and now as she snapped back to reality Sakura's jaw dropped at how far he'd gone already. Sasuke took that chance to kiss her, tongue delving in deep to explore her opened mouth. Sakura cried into the kiss and tried to back away but her head only hit flat against the hard table. "Mm!" she cried strongly, right through the kiss but Sasuke only ignored it and continued.
Simultaneously, his hands worked between their bodies again to push down her shorts and underwear. Sakura tried to thrash against him but her devoid-of-chakra-punches were too weak to be effective and her kicks couldn't reach.
In a flash, her lower garments were shoved down to her knees and she felt him ground himself against her. "AH!" Sakura screamed desperately at the intrusive feeling through his slacks but he only continued pushing against her.
"God…you can drive a man insane," Sasuke whispered before finally undoing his pants to reveal himself. Sakura squirmed and flailed-
-but Sasuke still entered her. A cry of despair came from her lips but that too was silenced as the man came to kiss her again.
What in god's name had she done to deserve this?
Slowly he began to build up pressure within her by sliding into her and then coming out. Then back in. Sakura was completely crying by now, no longer caring if he saw her tears. His tongue attacked her mouth so intensely that Sakura's own tongue could just cower back in fear as he ravaged her.
Slick heat began to build up in the center of their union, despite Sakura's reluctance and she found herself turned on by the man's slowed thrusting. She knew that was his goal: to arouse her without her consent.
And even though, she didn't want to give him this- like she never wanted to-
-Sakura found herself gasping in heightened desire as the tension in her abdomen tripled in intensity. She needed him to go faster!
But Sasuke, whom she had learned had much better stamina and resistance than her, continued to go at the delayed speed, just barely giving her what she wanted. Quiet mews and soft sounds of unreleased distress escaped Sakura's lips without her permission; Sasuke grinned.
He lowered his face and whispered against her earlobe: "Tell me what you want Sa-ku-ra."
He spoke her name purposely slow, in tune with each of his heavy thrusts. Sakura was desperately trying to hide her arousal because she knew that was the exact opposite of what he wanted. She knew he was trying to get her turned on, despite her unwillingness. Part of her hoped that if she continued to resist him, he would eventually get bored of her and let her go.
But what she didn't know was that either option excited him.
He enjoyed the both the processes of forcing her into an orgasm against her will and also taking her willingly the entire way.
He loved everything about taking her.
But the more she ran away from her feelings the wilder they grew, desperate to get release from inside of her.
Sasuke knew this was the inner battle inside her right now; having taking her so many times already in the past, he knew exactly what she was doing. And so he moved her palms –that had fallen listlessly to her sides when he'd penetrated her- back up to rest on his shoulders.
Not only did Sakura not take them back she found herself tightening her grip on his lean shoulders and pull him down tighter, subconsciously wishing that he would fill more of her.
Sakura couldn't stand her body at times like this.
But at the same time she actually felt pained by Sasuke's slow pace.
"What do you want, Sa-ku-ra?" the man asked again, breath deep and voice low from his own desire. If she didn't give in soon, he would have to start up anyway. Sakura's tears streamed harder but she drew him into a searing kiss, answering him.
Sasuke hadn't been expecting this and for a second didn't react. But that soon changed when his tongue came to dominate hers again. Finally, he moved at a quicker pace inside of her.
Higher and higher he pumped into her until all she felt was heat, on every one of her pores. Sakura felt like she was on fire and her hands came to claw at Sasuke's back, unwittingly.
"Ah!" she cried as she found herself right on the edge of climax-
-only to stop abruptly.
For that's what Sasuke had done.
He had far greater stamina and sexual prowess than her so he could stand the pain of unreleased desire longer, much to Sakura's distress. She opened her lime green eyes and sought his dark one's for an answer to his abrupt halt. Her eyes were all but pleading for him to continue.
Sasuke's face was lined right above hers. Sakura wasn't able to look away from the transfixing depths of dark irises….
"Say you'll never leave me," he spoke heavily while suddenly gripping her hair by the roots.
Sakura emitted weakly: "I'll never leave you."
"Say you're mine."
"I'm yours."
"Say you love me," Sasuke asked her, just like he did before.
Sakura's eyes widened, the cloud of lust finally dissipating slightly.
Her hesitation was all the answer he needed.
Sakura cowered in fear at the anger that suddenly resonated within his Sasuke's eyes. She scrambled to answer: "I'm sorry I do lo-"
Suddenly, Sasuke's lips came covering down on Sakura's again, ravishing them with a punishing fury that she never experienced except for when he caught her trying to runaway.
He didn't let her speak again after that; he continued building up pressure within the two of them while devouring her mouth with his. His hands came to grope her breasts painfully until all Sakura could feel was both pain and pleasure.
When she came, her scream was a mix of both agony and bliss.
Sasuke followed soon after, a jolt of hot lightning to her core as he stayed tense and deep within her for a few moments…before collapsing right on top of her.
Sakura was completely spent and so made no resistance whatsoever when his head came to fall straight onto her breasts. His sweat matted black hair still felt soft and, as much as Sakura hated to admit it, comforting against her skin.
Up until Sasuke, she'd never had any sort of intimacy with a boy in her life before. And while she didn't consider Sasuke her boyfriend, or even a lover –no those words were too good for him- she…wondered what exactly he counted as to her.
Rapist.
Psychopath.
Kidnapper.
…the list was endless, her Inner Self immediately answered.
But…or rather, why did her heart race whenever he was being this…loving to her?
She'd promised herself that she would never fall for his ploys, his false endearing words…but were they really false?
And why was he so desperate for her to say that she loved him?
HE'S. A. PSYCHOPATH. Inner Sakura argued vehemently. HAVE YOU SUDDENLY LOST YOUR MIND TOO?
Her Inner Self was furious at her right now. And Sakura supposed, rightfully so too.
She should hate this man.
She should hate this man.
She should-
"What are you thinking about?" Sasuke's voice suddenly broke into her thoughts and Sakura found all of her thoughts about the man immediately paralyzed, all except one: fear.
She was far too afraid of the man to even potentially care for him.
Sasuke looked up at her and Sakura just shook her head: "...nothing."