Chapter 18

He could taste her, feel her, and see her, trapping her in his arms as he was finally able to kick open the door to his domain. His personal prison in this hell of a facility. And now it would be hers too, at least, until he was finished with her.

He didn't plan on ever letting her leave.

For right now, the moment she began kissing back, no, the moment her eyes had locked with his so long ago, her fate had been signed in her own sweet blood. The same blood that he could now taste on his tongue from the bites he had inflicted upon her soft lips.

He slammed her frame against the wall next to his bed and immediatly pinned her against it with his own body.

Sakura's breathed 'whooshed' out of her lungs and a strangled gasp emitted from her throat. Closing her emerald eyes tightly she attempted to regain her lost breath, only to cry out when Gaara's hands fisted in her pink locks and snap them open again.

He was so close, so very close. But not close enough.

"Gaara...?" she trailed.

Why was he just staring at her? Granted she probably looked like a mess, but that was mostly his fault. His eyes were so different. They flared with an intensity that made her mouth dry, and held something back. As if there was a cage, locked tightly with chains and bars of hate, keeping something in a death grip and not letting it out, but slipping just enough for a glimpse.

He was a wild animal, one that was struggling to be set free. He could taste the escape on the tip of his tongue as his claws reached and stretched out between the steel bars of his prison. His paws wide and pleading, searching for the light and solace of the open sky.

What was keeping him from getting past? What was that barrier that refused to let him obtain what he desired?

Himself.

He was not only a danger to those around him, but he was the main lock on his own body. The one that could do the most damage, could tear himself apart and scatter the pieces. And he refused to give another person that power. Hadn't that been the truth that he grew upon? To not let others past his defenses? Not let them have the key that led them into himself?

Yes.

So, how had she gotten it? How had she slipped past the bars, faced down his claws and elongated fangs, and touched him? Her nimble fingers had brushed against his scarred and battered flesh, and upon pulling them away, began to withdraw the beast that dwelled within him. The monster that was himself.

She was freeing him.

Swiftly she was jerked away from the wall and shoved down onto the single bed against the wall. A shocked noise whispered past her lips before being silenced by his mouth as his frame hovered over her, his elbows propping himself up. Attacking with a fervor, his tongue shot past her lips and teeth, sliding against her own tongue before dancing around it. He was anything but gentle as his hands roamed over her, but she realized that she didn't want him to be.

He wouldn't be Gaara if he were. He wouldn't be the man that she was falling (fallen) for if he was.

His hands roughly removed the dark red scrub shirt from her torso, realizing then that he rather liked the color red on her, and threw it carelessly across the room before his hand slid down her side, past her hip, and gripped the back of her knee.

Holding her there, Gaara nipped and kissed his way down her jaw to her throat. She moaned quietly, pleading him. He growled against her skin, relishing in the shiver that trembled her form against his own.

His teeth sank into the skin on her throat where her pulse lie, and she hissed sharply in pain. Sakura could feel the sadistic smile creep over his lips as his tongue lashed out over the bleeding wound and it made the intense fire building in her, flare.

His hands were everywhere at once, rubbing, scrapping, kneading, and pushing her further into the mattress. It wasn't clear when, exactly, her clothing had been removed, but quite suddenly she found herself completely exposed and staring wide-eyed up at a shirtless Gaara.

His lips hovered over hers, close enough for her to feel the heat from his breath and the slightest brush of them on her. His eyes, instead of being dulled and dark from the lust like her own were, instead gleamed with a brightness of danger. Everything about him was feral and animalistic, and his eyes reflected it, shone the truth on just how unhuman he really was.

"Gaara...." she whimpered quietly. "...please...." Sakura begged and arched against him, brushing her perked nipples against his chest. His lips pulled back over his teeth slightly, baring them dangerously at her.

His hands gripped her hips tightly and she allowed a slight noise of surprise to come from her throat as she was roughly, and rather ungracefully, whipped around. Her arms were pinned above her head with one of his own large hands as his lips rested above her ear.

"I want to hear you scream, Sakura." he whispered hotly, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to raise in caution. His hand clamped down harder on her wrists and she yelped. "That's it."

A second later a cry of shock and pain erupted from her chest as he thrusted into her. There was no warning, no foreshadowing, she didn't even know when he had lost his pants. He was suddenly just pounding into her without restraint, driving her down into the sheets.

Her fingers clawed into the sheets as she turned her face into the mattress, attempting to muffle the screams as he set a pace that had her twisting and wriggling beneath him, begging for more, though it seemed impossible.

Sakura was no virgin. She had been with Sasuke, and with Sasuke he got what he wanted from her even if she wasn't willing to give. Sasuke had been forceful, demanding, and brutal in ways that made her sick. Making her hate herself for ever letting him take advantage of her. But that had been in the later stages of their relationship.

In the beginning he had been somewhat gentle, somewhat being a loose term, and when having bedded her, he had only served a few times in bringing her completely to that point of ecstasy.

Though Gaara was brutal to, and rough, and everything describing a monster, it had the taste of gentleness to it. This was his way of being gentle, because he didn't know any other way. It drove her mad.

He was succeding in pushing and shoving her to that peak. To that point of pure bliss that she wanted so much. It was so close, and she could almost taste it past the sweat and blood on her lips.

As he thrusted harshly into her over and over her, he listened with sharp ears to her pants and gasps and screams. Watched as her nimble fingers knotted themselves into his bed with bright eyes. She squirmed beneath him and he struggled to hold back, to not let her get to that point just yet. Drawing it out as pleasurable torture.

The way it was between them, he could see himself on that fine line of love and hate. Teetering there, waiting and watching. One wrong move, one right move, either one could serve in sending them to one side. Right move to hate, wrong move to love.

He was getting closer, it was about to break. Everything was just about to crumble and fall into something he had no right to claim to. Something that should have never been his in the first place, but had stolen and taken all the same.

She was almost there, so close! It was right at her fingertips, that explosion that was waiting. Waiting to take her into a feeling of complete bliss and numbness. It was right there! Her hands stretched to reach it and she arched against his back.

The slight lift allowed Gaara to thrust into her and hit a spot in Sakura that had her screaming with new edge. Her cries having a desperate longing and pleading. Begging him to just keep there, not stop. Just keep going and she would reach that peak and plung into the abyss.

Gaara snarled savagly against her skin and ceased all movement. He refused to let her get there just yet. Not without hearing it. Not without hearing one sound fall off those lips that were swollen from his bites and kisses. She wasn't going without giving him what he wanted more at that moment then anything else in the world.

"Say it." he demanded in harsh growl.

She panted and almost cried at how close she was. It was painful to have it just out of her reach, not being able to just take it.

He pulled out and rammed back into her harshly, causing her to buck suddenly and scream. Her throat felt like she had just swallowed broken pieces of glass and she gasped in gulps of air.

She didn't know what he wanted her to say, though she did want to demand him to let her reach that peak.

He released her wrist and gripped her hips and Sakura, knowing this time what to expect, grasped the sheets tightly for stability. He rammed into her again, harder than the last time.

"Say it, Sakura!" He whispered in a snarl.

The feelings that coarsed through her made her cry out again from the sudden and abrupt pain and pleasure flowing through her and in her blood.

"Gaara!" she screamed, wanting him to just let her get there. "Gaara!"

He growled and bit down on her shoulder as he thrusted into her again, causing her breath to hitch and her eyes to roll back into her skull. It was insanity.

It was the only way to describe what he was doing to her, making her insane.

"Again." he demanded, never breaking his motions.

"G-Gaara."

"Louder."

"G-G-G..." she panted heavily and twisted under him, his chest pressed flush against her held her place.

"Louder!" he said again in a harsh whisper.

"G-Gaara!"

Sakura grasped at it. It was finally hers and she had time enough to scream his name one more time before they were both flung into the stars and blackness of euphoria that they had been going for the entire time.

Gaara growled as his body twitched and trembled as his vision blurred over and his arms shook from holding him up. He stayed as still as possible, clenching and grinding his teeth as he rode out the waves of the orgasm with the pink haired woman under him.

The forcefullness of the orgasm almost threw him off, but he held still, twisting his own hands over hers and into the sheets, as if to hold her grounded as well.

When it was over, and neither knew how long it had been, he rolled off of her and lay beside Sakura's frame. She blinked and twisted her head to stare him, the red headed devil beside her.

He was quiet and unmoving, gazing up at the ceiling and still trembling slightly, much like herself. Though she was more shaky than him, considering what she had just been through. Her cracked lips broke into a smile and she struggled to keep her eyes open.

Gaara blinked, trying to get back his clear vision. It wasn't helping. He was tired, and he wanted to sleep. Which was a first because he could never get to sleep without the medication. His eyes slid over to the form beside him. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was evening out slowly.

His vision got darker as blackness crept from the edges of his eyes. The last image that would forever be burned in his memory was Sakura. Her peaceful face, flushed and glinting with sweat as strands of pink hair stuck to her delicate features. Her lips, still bleeding slightly from his doings, parted as her breath washed over his shoulder, were curved into the slightest of smiles.

And then....darkness.