Chapter 17

If Sakura had been in her right mind, and not in the fogged state of a derranged person being seduced by an insane male who was barely giving her time to catch her breath, she would have ran for the hills and took up the life of a hermit. One who hid from human contact and spoke to the forest animals with the sureness of a proud mountain woman.

Her confidence had been shattered the moment he touched her. Her reasonings and courage had been flung out the window along with her determination. She was stripped of everything and was now facing the man responsible for it.

The man that had slowly, but surely, tore her down from her perch and turned her completely around. Forced her to see a life that had been damaged almost beyond repair - his own. Made her doubt herself and what she was working for, what she wanted to achieve.

And what hurt her the most was, though she had been put through this before with someone else, it didn't seem so cruel this time. This time, with this man, it seemed bitter sweet. Almost like she wanted this change. Wanted this to happen because she needed it.

After she had escaped Sasuke, she had been a wreck. During their relationship, she had lost contact with all her friends, her family. He had made her into a pitiful person. Made her think she wasn't worth anything and no one would ever want her. Which made her cling to him because it seemed he would be the only one who would ever tolerate her.

It was not true.

At the time she didn't know of all the friends wishing to see her, wanting to talk to her. She didn't know that Sasuke had talked to all of them in turn and lied. Spitting out false things such as how she didn't want to know them, they were scum to her. How she thought herself higher them.

She didn't know.

Though they never truely gave up on her, they moved on. Something she envyed of them. She wanted move on to, and she did - eventually. Though it did take her awhile, she finally broke away and breathed fresh air. Air that wasn't crowded by Sasuke's presence or tainted by his abuse.

At first she didn't know how to handle herself since Sasuke had told her she was worthless, being on her own was different. He had weakened her, and having no friends to turn to, it was difficult. But she was fine now, right? She was doing okay, right?

She had wanted a way out, and now Gaara, the insane and volatile patient Gaara, was somehow giving her a new beginning. It was funny how she thought she was going to be the one to show him a new path. Instead, he had turned everything around. Flipped it and rotated it into something she didn't expect.

He had taken control of the situation, without her noticing, and played her like a game. He was a puppetmaster, pulling her strings and playing her into his games the entire time. It should've made her mad or humiliated at least.

But it didn't. She felt relieved. Someone was taking the reins and leading her now, and this time it wasn't into a blackhole. It was into something new and foreign. Desired and coveted by so many.

It was so new, yet it was the same. It was....was different. Everything she knew before with Sasuke was a lie, and now it felt true. Like a puzzle piece that before had no other to connect to, now found that missing part. It fit.

Gaara growled savagly at the loss of her attention, his hands -that were previously pinning her wrists to the wall at her shoulders- released them and gripped her hips in an almost possessive manner. Sakura's thoughts were immediatly jerked back to the man holding her against the wall.

"Don't ignore my presence." he hissed harshly into her ear as he grinded his pelvis into hers. The woman pinned against him choked out a gasp that mixed with a shocked moan.

A sadistic smile quirked his lips at seeing her so helpless. It was what he wanted from her. For her to submit to him, for his dominace to break her down.

So what if the game was over? It didn't mean he had to stop his advances, his play pieces. Being who he was, he didn't let things go easily. His uncle and father were prime examples of that.

"G-Gaara...I d-d-don't..I-I..." she couldn't even finish her sentence as he rubbed his hips gratingly against her own. She couldn't breathe and her thoughts were clouded and muddled.

His mouth was on hers again in a attack of sharp teeth and crushing lips. He was going so fast, biting, scraping, grinding, she could hardly keep up. The pace he set was at a speed that left her dazed and trembling against the wall.

Her hands clutched helplessly at his shirt in an attempt to find stability. He only growled in response and pressed his full length against her. Sakura gasped into his mouth, trying to draw in breath only to inhale his taste, and fidgeted in his hold. The air around her seemed to be made of thick glue, making it harder to move and think clearly.

She felt him smirk against her lips and she drew still. When he pulled away, his gleaming, bright eyes were boring into her intensely. The feral look he gave her shook her to her core, but her eyes only reflected a burning need.

He had started this, and now she was caught up in it. She wanted to feel him. Wanted to experience things with him that she had not right to even be thinking about. It was all so wrong, but yet, it was so right. To the point that it actually burned with its' truth.

He had started out as a patient, one she was wanting so desperatly to help. She wanted to show him how the world wasn't as cruel as what he had first experienced, but was something that was actually beautiful in it's own rights.

Now though....now he was something more. He had pushed himself on her, forced his way under her skin and burned her, seared her insides, and changed everything she had once known. He was a person that she would do anything for. Throw herself at him, and beg for him to take her.

How could she let this happen again? How could she let herself fall for another person after all she had been put through? How could she allow her heart to open up, and be placed in this man's hands. He had the power to permenantly damage her now, the control over her that she thought had been locked away.

He had her heart.

Gaara leaned down to where his hot breath was washing over her neck and collarbone. His eyes flashed dangerously as she trembled beneath him, and he had to hold himself back from attacking her. From throwing her on the floor and fucking her into the ground.

He felt like he was gradually losing his grip on the situation. It wouldn't be long before he took her, and if he didn't get control back, he would lose it. He was on the brink, and every move she made was pushing him further and further over the edge. More than anything he wanted to hear her scream. He wanted his name to fall off those lips.

"Am I the reason you breathe, or am I the reason you cry?" he whispered roughly into her ear as he gripped her hips and hoisted her up against the wall.

A shocked noise stumbled from her mouth as she grasped on his shoulders with her hands and her legs wrapped around his hips, holding herself up. Heat rushed through her body and gathered at the space between her legs.

"G-G-Gaara!" she tripped over her words carelessly, scared for her life that he would somehow discover how she was feeling and toss her away in disgust.

But at that moment, as he pressed himself so hard against there that there was no space between them and her curves seemed to meld into his angular figure, a pressure was pushed against the airea between her legs.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head slightly at the feeling and her mouth opened in a silent cry. Sakura knew what was pressing against her, knew what was happening as everything became extremely clear.

Gaara had the power to reduce her to a flushed and heated pile of mush. Desperatly wanting him to take her while refusing to say it aloud. Sakura did not, however, know the affect she had on the man holding her up. He was pressing against the most intimate part of her body with his own. He was very hard and very there.

It was driving her mad. It was like looking through a glass at the thing you wanted most in life, but you couldn't break past the barrier to obtain it. She wanted to claw and scratch and scream at him because he was taunting her like this. She wantedh him in her more than anything in the world, but he was just pressing against her, doing nothing.

"Answer me." he ground out as he rubbed his pelvis against hers harshly.

Sakura breathed out a needy cry and closed her eyes tightly, trying to grasp at her senses that had long ago fled. She was left so open, in more ways than one, and vulnerable.

"B-both." she whispered as she tried to take a breath.

His mouth was on hers again, fully intent on attacking her again, only this time she fought back. Arching into him and kissing back with the fervor of a person that had been deprived of anything and everything for to long a period of time.

It seemed to knock him off balance for a moment, and he took a half-step back. He growled from deep in his chest, and Sakura trembled in pleasure at how it vibrated through her. Shooting through her like fireworks.

Gaara backed up again, breaking the kiss to which Sakura made a noise of protest and struggled to stand up on her jelly-like legs. Her bright emerald eyes snapped to his face and took in the feral look. It surged the feelings in her tenfold. Her own growl emitted from her throat, warning him that she wanted him.

Hearing her growl at him snapped something in him. Completely pushed him off the edge and plunging into something that couldn't be reversed.

Quickly, and rather roughly, Gaara snatched her wrists and spun her around until her hands were pinned above her head in his unbreakable grasp. Gaara swiftly pushed her body against the wall with his own, his knee placed between her thighs.

"You know I won't stop." He snarled into her ear.

Sakura turned her head to the side so she look into his wildly glinting eyes. "I know," she breathed and pressed her bottom against his throbbing erection as best she could. A satisfied smile grazed her lips as a throaty groan clawed from his chest. "....I don't want you to."

It was all he needed from her. As soon as the words passed from her kiss-swollen lips, she was ripped away from the wall and pressed against him as he began his walk back down the hall to his room. Their mouths met in a flurry of teeth and bites and battles of dominance as they stumbled down the halls, slamming each other against walls on their way.

All thoughts were flung out of their minds as pure lust and instinct and passion took control, driving them both mad in their attempt to make it back to his room. Everything was upside down, sideways, flipped, mutated and morphed into something completely different. Something that they both had trouble grasping and actually understanding it for what it was. Sakura for steeling herself and thinking she would never feel it for another again. And Gaara for never having it in the first place, only for himself.

It seemed almost impossible that love had anything to do with what was going on between them at the moment.

Almost.