Wild Blossom

I'm now only working on two stories since it'll be more than enough with my stories, work, and college. CCS is not mine so DON'T SUE ME! The characters that are NOT in CCS are MINE! MUWAHAHA

By: Mistress Ness

Chapter 6: A Second Chance

Syaoran was thankful that his mother was out for the evening visiting a friend of hers and Meiling was out at a club in the city, so the house was quiet when they got in. He looked down at Sakura and saw her nervousness as she played with her hands. Her innocent-like gesture reminded him so much of when they first started dating and felt his heart grow even warmer for her. It was so new to him, how he could love someone so much, it consumed his entire being. All his life, he thought love as an illusion and something not needed in his life since he had everything; he was rich, he had great looks, and the women dropped at his feet. Then, he met the Wild Blossom who did not swoon over him but instead scratched him when he first kissed her. Even when they dated, he only saw her as a ticket to his freedom from his arranged engagement though he also desired the fiery woman. But, it wasn't until she left him that he realized how different she was from the women who went in and out of his life. It was at that moment, that he finally felt love towards Sakura.
And despite the wrongs he had committed against her, she was willing to give him another shot.

Not wanting to waste time, he swooped down and lifted her into his arms, earning him a surprised squeal from her. He raced up the grand stairs towards their bedroom and kicked the door behind him. He set her down and locked the door. He turned around and just stared at her for a bit. Her emerald eyes were staring right into his and he could see her mixed emotions being reflected in them.
Longing.
Fear.
Nervousness.

Sakura felt her body getting very warm under his heated gaze. It was so intense to her, that she couldn't help biting her bottom lip in anticipation. As soon as he saw that pink bottom lip being lightly pinned by her teeth, he lost it. Grabbing her arm, he pulled to her him and slammed his lips against his, needing to feel those lips again. Sakura mewed deep in her throat and clung to him, silently expressing the same need raging in him. At touching her, he felt so complete. Like he had found that one missing piece that perfectly filled the space that was him. His desire got stronger and fire raced in his veins down to his most obvious sign of longing. His hands cupped her bottom and lifted her up to him as he continued ravishing her lips.

Sakura was in a haze of sweet torment as her husband lifted her up. She closed her eyes. It felt like a dream to her, finally being held by her husband with the caring that she had longed for the longest time. Slowly but surely, she felt her wounded heart already started to mend at his confession and his heartfelt kisses of love. When she had seen him with Kora, she had not only felt betrayed and hurt, but also helpless like she no longer had control of her own world as it had shattered in her face. She thought Fate had cursed her when she also lost her baby on top of losing her most beloved. But now she was back in the bedroom she once shared with her husband, with him kissing her feverishly and his hands in her hair. She felt truly loved for the first time in her marriage and that feeling made her bolder. She wrapped her legs around his hips as she took advantage of her position to deep the kiss, fanning the passion already burning in both of them.

Syaoran groaned as her tongue further invaded his mouth and she still tasted so damn sweet, like honey. His pants were starting to feel really tight but decided to ignore the sensation. It wasn't about him tonight; it was about properly loving his wife like he should've from the start. He will show her how much he loves her and that she is the only one in his eyes. Holding her firmly with one arm, he used his free hand to lightly trace her face with a tender touch, taking his time memorizing the shape of her face and the warmth and softness of her creamy skin.
Sakura felt tears in her closed eyes. He was touching her so tenderly and with so much love, as if she was most precious to him, and it made the icy walls around her heart finally melt under his heated touch. He tore his lips from hers and put them to her ear, "I missed you, my sweet," his whisper sent delicious shivers down her back. She opened her eyes and gave him a tearful but tender smile, "And I missed you. God help me, I missed you so much."
He gave her a boyish grin as he put her down, "Turn around, love."

With excitement buzzing in her head, she did as told, her skin anticipating his touch. He first undid her bun, letting her long honey-colored hair run free. He leaned down and breathed in the sweet scent of her hair, it reminded him of the first cherry blossoms in spring. He felt her shudder and grinned again, she was still so sensitive to him and it excited him. Bringing his large hands down to the hem of her blue camisole, he slowly began lifting the top up, taking time and seeing her revealed skin. The soft material parted with her skin and even though the night was cool, Sakura was feverish. She was so sensitive that as soon as his hand came in contact with her bare stomach, she gasped.
"My, Wild Blossom." Syaoran chuckled lightly as he gently stroked up her stomach, past her ribs, and finally cupped her breasts through her black lace bra. "You're so sensitive to my touch." Sakura let out a small moan and desire and arched against his hands, "It's…just that it's been so long…since I've been touched like this," she breathed out a reply. Syaoran began to knead her breasts in a slow, seductive rhythm, earning another moan from her. "So there was no one else?" he asked quietly, his right hand lightly pinched her erect nipple through the bra. Sakura cried out in sheer longing and numbly shook her head. "No…one…else," she sighed. Her reply made him smile in relief, knowing she was still completely his. His hands left her breasts and Sakura groaned in protest. Chuckling, he went for the back of her bra, unhooked it, and slipped it off her.

Sakura felt like she was floating, her mind was blank and she didn't care. She only cared about the passion he was igniting in her and the anticipation of his next touch on her skin. She could've taken another lover while she was in Kyoto, but she wasn't that kind of woman and Syaoran was the only man who ever stirred such longing in her. She felt him move from behind her and then, he was facing her again wearing a sexy smile. She blushed to the roots of her hair under his heated gaze. "What?" she asked shyly, her hands moving to cover her naked breasts. He caught her hands and held him as he replied with uttermost sincerity, "You're so beautiful, my Wild Blossom."

She shied her eyes away from his, "No I'm not." She replied. He chuckled and said, "Well, looks like I'm going to have to prove you wrong, sweetheart." He bent down and picked her up again, making her cry out in shock. He carried his wife over to their king-size bed in a couple of long strides and laid her on the cool sheets.
"Syaoran…" she whispered.
He gave her a quick kiss on her lips and proceeded getting her capris off. He remembered her shapely legs, her soft thighs, and the delicate arch of her feet. She was almost naked except for the lacy panties that hid the source of her longing. He hooked his fingers on each end of the silky undergarment and slid it down her legs, finally leaving as naked as the day she was born. He almost came in his pants as he relished the sight of her. God, it had been so long since he last her glorious body like this! Her full bosom heaving up and down with each heavy breath she took, her rich creamy skin, her curvy waist, ample hips, and the small batch of auburn curls that hid her most sensitive spot. Her long ginger locks lay scattered all over the pillows with the dim light of the room forming a halo in her hair, her lips red from his kisses beckoned for more, and her rich emerald eyes seducing him with the passion he saw burning in them. He smiled proudly, "Like I said…beautiful."

She was naked but her husband was still fully clothed. She sat up to try and unbutton his shirt, but he stopped her. "Not right now, my lady love."
She pouted, "But Syaoran…," she was cut off by his fingers on her lips. He cupped her face and stared deep into her eyes, "It's not about me right now, Sakura…it's about pleasuring my wife…like I should've from the very beginning."
Sakura was deeply touched by his words that she felt tears starting to gather in her eyes again. "Syaoran…" she said softly.
He gently pushed her back down onto the mattress and slowly climbed the bed over her, like a predator stalking his prey. She swallowed hard as she felt his weight on the bed, her blush growing deeper by the second. Sensing her nervousness, he brushed a kiss on her lips and said, "No need to be afraid, my sweet. I'm going to properly love you like a husband loves his wife; you deserve no less."

He kissed her forehead and started raining kisses all over her face, kissed the tip of her nose down to her lips and her chin. With a soft gasp of delight, she arched her neck to allow him better access. With a growl of appreciation, he gently bit the soft skin of her neck, causing her to cry out his name. He soothed the sting with a kiss and continued the pattern down the column of her throat. Syaoran felt his wife's neck vibrate under his lips as she moaned deep in her throat to his kisses and felt his member getting even harder, if that was even physically possible. His fingers brushed along the skin of her sides, heightening her sensitivity, until his hands met his mouth at her chest. His hands cupped her breasts while he ran his tongue teasingly down between them, rewarding him with another sigh from his wife. He stopped and looked up at her. She looked down and he broke into another wolfish smile when he saw the pout on her lips.
"Left or right?" he teased.

She pouted at him, "You tease…" she breathed.

Grinning like a child, he replied, "Then I'll just thrill you, my love."

He lowered his head and took her left nipple into the warmth of his mouth. Sakura almost jumped out of her skin at the first contact of his warm tongue on her sensitive flesh. It had been so long and felt ten times more addicting. She dug her fingers into his rich chocolate hair, anchoring him to her chest, crying out her delight. Syaoran was very satisfied how his wife was speaking her pleasure out loud. Her cries and her sighs of pleasure were enough to undo him, but he needed to rein his raging desire for a little longer. He switched to her other nipple while his hand mimicked his mouth on the moist one. Sakura felt scorching heat in her blood; her body was burning and alive with wanting her husband inside her. The sheets no longer felt cold against her but warmed up because of the raging fever storming in her mind, softening her body even more.

"Syaoran…!" she moaned out loud, arching towards his mouth. Syaoran smiled all proud-male and decided to give her more to cry out about. Slowly, he snaked his hands down her chest, relishing the satin softness of her skin. His fingers brushed past her navel until he gently caressed the ginger-colored curls that adorned her mound. And without preamble, he sunk a finger inside her dewy entrance. Sakura's cry went up a couple of decibels, feeling that old familiar pressure of wanting, no, needing release starting to surface inside her.

Syaoran almost came when he felt her. She was so wet and so very warm, a haven beckoning to him and he was starting to have a hard time resisting its siren's call. He added another finger and stroked her clit with his thumb gently. Sakura could barely hold the tide back. His mouth laving and suckling her breast, his fingers pumping inside her and the rough texture of his thumb, teasing the most sensitive spot on her body was torturing her beyond words.

Syaoran felt her tighten slightly around his fingers and instantly knew she was about to come. He tore his mouth from her breast and licked a path down to his fingers. In the midst of the haze of passion, Sakura saw his head getting closer and closer to her throbbing sex and froze for a second.
"What are you…!?" she didn't even manage to gasp out the rest when her husband's tongue suddenly replaced his thumb, cutting her question off with a strangled cry. "Oh…my…God, Syaoran!!" he had never done this to her, and as embarrassing it felt at first; she couldn't deny that she found it pleasurable.

God, she tastes so sweet! Syaoran growled in his mind as he tasted her. He had never done this to her before, and had always wondered of her taste. And I'm addicted to it like a bee to honey.

The grip of her womanhood on his fingers grew tighter and also judging by Sakura's loud moaning, she was ready.

She couldn't breathe, she felt like she was soaring up into the night sky to reach the stars. Syaoran must have known what she was feeling for he looked up at her, letting his thumb replace his tongue. "That's it, sweetheart, let yourself go." He said hoarsely. Sakura gasped as she felt her limit, she was so close…so close!

"Come for me, my love." He said before his tongue resumed its action. At that touch, she burst into flame. Screaming his name, her pelvis lifted and he caught it, drinking more of her sweet honey. She was falling hard and fast, her head spinning out of control. It felt so glorious, tears of pleasure leaked out of her eyes. She went still for a moment then finally fell back on the bed, her legs gone boneless.

Giving her one last lick, he rose to his knees to see her face. Her cheeks were aflame with the aftermath of her climax, her breathing shallow, and her body slightly trembling. He stroked her face and said, "That was only an appetizer, my wife, now…on to the main course." He tore off his shirt and tossed it aside without a care. Her eyes widened at seeing his chest. Obviously a year was too long without seeing his amazing body; muscle toned his torso and arms and glowed a healthy color of gold in the light. He made a quick work of disposing his pants and boxers as well, finally completely exposing himself to her eyes. He lowered his lips to her and claimed her mouth roughly. He gave plenty to his gorgeous wife and now, it was time for his taking. The rough contact of his mouth on hers reignited the fire within her, thrilling her with the promise of his taking of her. His hands gripped her hips and poised himself at her entrance, his member hard, big, and ready become one with her. Sakura couldn't help feeling a bit nervous. Since it had been a year since they last made love, would it hurt?

"I'll be gentle, Sakura," he said soothingly, reading the uneasiness in her eyes. "It won't hurt like your first time, but it might feel a bit off since you have to adjust to me once again. Trust me."
His comforting tone soothed her nerves. Smiling at him, she said whole-heartedly, "I trust you, Syaoran."

He smiled back and kissed her lips, "I love you."

With those words said, he entered her in one gentle but fluid thrust. Sakura gasped, but it didn't hurt like that small moment in her wedding night, but like her husband said, it felt a bit off. Syaoran groaned deep in his throat as he gripped the sheets to keep himself from losing his control. By God, she was so tight! Almost like when he first touched her. But he held still, giving her body time to remember him. He looked down to see her face; her eyes were open and in a daze with her full lips parted slightly. The sight of her almost snapped his thin thread of control.

Sensing his tension, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, murmuring her consent for him to continue. He didn't need to be told twice as he withdrew and entered her again, earning another gasp from her.

"Sakura…" he groaned, "My sweet…it feels so good inside of you." He gripped her hips tightly as continued his sensual cadence.

Sakura couldn't even think of a reply as she felt the feeling of oneness with him that she thought was gone so long ago. As he thrust in and out of her, she felt herself be opened to him again, not only her body but her soul as well. The glory of finding such a feeling was so immense that it brought tears to her eyes. Her husband noticed them right away and looked at her in concern, stopping at once.

"What's wrong?" he inquired gently, "Did I hurt you?"

Sakura shook her head as she smiled earnestly. "No…it feels…wonderful…don't stop, please."

His response was a smile of his again and the erotic dance began once again. She held onto him as if her life depended on it, enjoying every sensation he brought her. Even though he had done a terrible thing to her, she was crazy thinking she could just walk away from it all. In this very moment, she saw his love for her in his eyes. The tender affection warmed his amber eyes and just looking at them made her heart throb for him. They were actually making love, both sharing mutual feelings for each other. She was now glad that he didn't give up on her, because she knew that no matter what other gorgeous men like Yukito might try to win her heart, they couldn't hold a candle to Syaoran.

The feeling of pleasure started to become a sharp but sweet ache that had Sakura cry out even louder and pull Syaoran even closer to her. "Syaoran…" she gasped out. Understanding the rest of the statement that she didn't say, he nodded. "I know, my love…don't hold back…"

The sweet tension built up more and more inside her, until suddenly, everything shattered and her world was rocked off its axis. Crying out his name like a soulful prayer, she felt her body express the ends met of her passion as she climaxed with such force that she almost passed out. Syaoran was right behind her. With one strong thrust into her, he stilled and spilled himself inside her, groaning from the back of his throat. She let him go and dropped back onto the mattress, panting heavily and her thighs trembling. He lay on top of her, but not crushing her, his breathing also labored. He looked down at her and brushed a stray auburn strand from her face. "I know I already said more than once, but I'm saying it again…," he said smiling as his strong hands cupped her soft and delicate face, "I love you, Sakura…my Wild Blossom."
The dam broke loose. Tears spilled hotly down her face, making her eyes seem like emerald pools of raw emotion. She looped her arms around his neck and with her lips next to his ear, she whispered, "I love you too, Syaoran…I never stopped loving you."

His eyes widened when he heard her sweet words; how he had longed for her lovely voice to say such words again. He hugged her back tightly, molding her body perfectly against his.

"But I'm scared…scared that you will break my heart again." She said with a hint of fear, "I don't know if I would ever be able to handle it again."

He released her and cupped her face again, making her stare deeply into his eyes. She looked so beautiful and so very vulnerable with her emerald eyes swimming in tears and her chin slightly trembling. "I will never do it again, my sweet, I promise you." He said fiercely, showing his determination to keep her. "I know you probably don't believe me, but I will prove it to you, no matter how long it takes."

Despite her tears, she forced a small smile. Smiling back, he kissed her forehead and rolled off her to her side, then gathered her into his arms again. "Sleep, my love…in my arms." He whispered. Soft breathing was his only response. He looked down and saw his wife was already asleep. He smiled tenderly and closed his eyes, also drifting into a content sleep.

----------Back at the Raging Storm Nightclub----------

Yukito Tsukishiro was trying to squash his frustration as he took a shot of Patrón tequila. He was still in shock: Sakura Kinomoto, the woman he had been trying to win over ever since he first saw, is married! And to a scumbag who had cheated on her no less! That pissed him off as well. That man is stupid for turning to another woman when he has a gorgeous woman like Sakura as his wife. If Sakura were his wife…

He sighed as he ordered another shot. He remembered when he first met her. President Amania held a meeting with all the models to introduce the new recruit. And he was blown away when she stepped into the room. That gorgeous, long, and flowing auburn hair, her creamy skin, her delicate face, and above all, her deep green eyes stunned him with her beauty. She bowed before them all and introduced herself with a soft yet melodic voice. Ever since, he could only think of her.
He didn't bother to hide his interest of her. He approached her many times between and off shoots and talked to her, and she smiled as she talked to him. He managed to take her out to a couple of dinners at fancy restaurants, although they went just as friends according to her. After two months of trying to court her, he asked her to be his girlfriend. It shocked him that with a sad look in her eyes, she shook her head and declined. At first he thought it was because she didn't find attractive, but he was the best male model in the company. But after tonight's scene, it was pretty clear to why she rejected him: she still loves her husband.

"I swear I will steal her away from that bastard!" he muttered as he gulped down another shot.

----------The next day----------

Sunlight pierced through the dark green curtains and hit the sleeping forms. Sakura groaned softly as the light went through her closed eyes. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself facing her husband, sleeping like a baby. Like a freight train, flashes of last night's events came rushing into her brain. She was talking with Yukito at Raging Storm when Syaoran came along to break them up…she got upset and screamed at him in front of everyone…she left upset…he caught up to her and confessed to her…they came back to the manor…and made love after one year of not seeing each other.
She blushed at remembering how passionate they both were. She stared at Syaoran's sleeping face and smiled, remembering how adorable he looked when he was asleep. Gingerly, she reached up and lightly rested her hand on his cheek. Despite her efforts of not trying to wake him up, he startled her when she saw his eyes open and smile at her.

"Good morning, angel." He said huskily as he reached forward and brushed her lips with his. She blushed even darker, feeling nervous as a schoolgirl with her first crush. "Good morning, Syaoran." She said shyly.
"I'm glad to see that last night wasn't a dream after all." Her husband said quietly as he gathered her into his arms. Sakura smiled to herself as she found comfort in his warmth. She still couldn't believe it herself. She came back to Tomoeda to officially divorce Syaoran, yet things turned out way differently that she originally thought.
Fate sure worked in mysterious ways.
Suddenly, he broke their embrace, getting puzzling looks from her. "Today is such a beautiful day!" he said, "And with a beautiful woman." He smiled down at her, causing her to blush all over again. "I believe I owe my wife a date."
Joy surged through her, making her heart beat faster with excitement. They had not gone out on a proper date in a year. She smiled like a little kid at a candy shop and replied, "Sounds like a great idea! Where should we go?"
Syaoran winked at her. "Since it has been a while, we should make it very special." He got out of bed and grabbed her hand. "Come on, Sakura, let's get ready!"
Laughter burst out of her as she let her husband tug her out of bed. She was taking quite a leap of faith by giving Syaoran another chance, but he was determined to prove to her that his love is for real this time. I guess Oto-chan was right…he does love me, she smiled to herself as she started to get dressed for their date.
But the question was, how long will it last before something happens?
Only time will tell.

A/N

I apologize for the long update once again but I recently moved to central Florida to finish college and I'm living alone and single again which I'm still struggling to adjust but I'll try to make some time for the fanfics. Now, time for the next installment of In Love And War! Stay tuned!
Ja ne!

Mistress Ness ^_^