Chapter 16

She wanted to scream. She wanted to run. She needed to get away from this. Her heart raced wildly, and her body refused to react to the commands of her mind.

It was so...unreal.

Emotions whirled around themselves in her body, wreaking havoc on her mind. Shock, anger, embarresment, excitement, and oddly enough, relief swirled in dizzying circles and made her want to hold on to something to keep her head on.

On reflex, her hands clenched into fists, balling up Gaara's t-shirt in their wake.

Gaara didn't move, didn't even blink as he watched the battle of feelings in her clear emerald eyes.

When he had left his room this morning he had not expected to be pinned to the ground underneath a pink haired doctor. He did not expect to have her lips pressed firmly against his. And he didn't expect to not want to rip her apart either.

'You never go.... You're always here.'

When she was away from him, he could feel her. Smell her. In the recesses of his mind he could see her clearly before him, even if in reality she wasn't actually there.

This woman was making him more insane than he was originally, and she was beating him at his own game. He had thought he had had the upper hand here.

He was wrong.

The entire time he had fought against her, she had somehow wormed her way under his skin, pushed herself on him, forced him to recognize her presence and acknowledge her. She had made him react to her.

She had made him into something he didn't want to become. She had forced him to feel.

But despite all of that....he couldn't hate her.

He tried. He tried now to call forth ever fiber of anger and hate in his body, but he came up empty. The only anger that came was at himself, for allowing her to do this to himself, letting her break him.

He had been tamed, by some pink haired doctor that was now laying over him with her lips covering his. It was degrading.

So why was a raging need building up inside him? Why was his body becoming more alive and aware of her form pressed against his?

A savage growl passed his lips and his gleaming eyes narrowed to slits.

Sakura's heart skipped a beat, and she shook violently at the feral look in his eyes. It shook her to the core to such an uncaged, wild, and unleashed look in them. Everything was so raw in his eyes.

Before she had time to react, and faster than seemed humanly possible, she was slammed into the wall with Gaara hovering before her. The unbridled look in his eyes, like a full blaze of fire, made her stare in fear and shock.

He lost all thought of what he was doing. He just let go. It was over.

Everything was over. The game. His denial. His restraint.

It was OVER! He quit! He couldn't run from her anymore, because she wouldn't leave him alone! She was always fucking there!

When forced into his sleeps, she plauged his mind. Stressing him. Just as he had done to her. Why did he let her do this! He was supposed to win! He was supposed to be the one that saw her break! The one that caused her to fall!

It was supposed to be the other way around! She was to crumble to the ground, crushed by her own feelings of fear, confusion and helplessness.

But instead it was unleashing itself upon him. He was forced to clutch at her arms, pressing them against the wall, while his form trembled.

It could have been mistaken for fear, his shaking, but Sakura could see everything in his eyes. It was almost overwhelming at how much his eyes were showing her. He was always so blank, and now it was a full painted picture of his feelings.

And it was hell.

Another growl tore from his throat as he stared her down. She had ceased to show fear in her eyes, and he wanted it back. He relished off her fear, drank it in, but it was gone. Replaced with concern and worry.

He didn't want it.

He wanted....

"Gaara?" she whispered urgently.

He wanted... He wanted....

"Gaa-"

He crashed his lips against hers angrily, hungrily.

He wanted her to stop talking. He wanted her to stop caring. He wanted her to stop being in his thoughts. He wanted her to stop haunting him.

He wanted to feel her pressed against him. He wanted her to cry out his name. He wanted her to beg him to take her. He wanted her to grovel for him.

He kissed her so hard at first it jerked her head back and caused her to harshly bang her head on the wall. Stars danced before her eyes, and she tried to cry out in pain. As her mouth opened on reflex, he pressed against her harder as his tongue darted into her mouth.

She gasped loudly and her unfocused eyes shot open.

His warm tongue stroked hers, and savagely danced around it. Teasing and manipulating.

The poor woman didn't realize when she started kissing him back, only knew that an intense heat was gathering in her lower abdomen, and it drover her on. He growled his approval at her response, but quickly bit her lip -drawing blood- to show that he was dominant in this fight.

She winced and clenched her hands into fists at the sharp pain, but soon forgot it when he slipped his tongue out to run it over the wound, only to quickly return to his previous torturing.

Her eyes had long shut, as his, and she began to see dancing lights behind her lids. Fire was burning her from the inside out and she believed she would surely die.

He was driven by some unseen force, one he didn't fully comprehend, but followed none the less. He felt completely unchained. Feral. Sweet freedom, he could taste it and feel it.

Her. She was it.

White hot fire burned his skin where he touched her, as if saying he had no right to taint her, but he didn't care. He wanted her and he would have her. He would make her scream.

This pain was nothing. If this is what he had to fight against to reach what he wanted, then so be it. Gaara had no cares if he was badly burned from touching her, he wanted it.

There was nothing that was going to stop him. And if anyone or anything tried to stop him, God have mercy on them. He would rip them apart and make it rain blood.

He was claiming his prize.