Sakura's body pressed against Sasuke's as she cried. The prince was in a state of half-concern and half-shock. Never did he think he'd have a wife, much less one with which he'd become mentally and physically intimate. He'd blocked out most of his memories of the time Akuma had used his body to do the unthinkable to one of his previous fiancees, but he was certain it didn't feel anything close to as incredible as what they just did together.

He waited for his trembling wife to calm a bit before carefully sliding out of her. She winced, but said nothing as he lay beside her. Instead, she turned onto her side to face him with a pink face. The prince was in awe. He still couldn't believe what they'd just done.

'It's like we're just normal newlyweds on their honeymoon.'

Normal. That was something he'd never had the privilege of describing himself as.

Sasuke wanted to experience it again and again, to share this new discovery with Sakura until they were too tired to continue. He wanted to feel her soft skin and warmth, to see the absolute trust in her eyes. He wanted to show her how much he loves her, though actions alone would never be enough to truly explain.

'Is it normal to feel this way?'

There was an urge to ask someone who'd know the answer, but there wasn't a person like that in his life. He felt overwhelmingly protective and obsessed over Sakura. It was like they were now miraculously completely in-tune with one another.

"I feel like…." the pink-haired woman interrupted his thoughts. She blushed, searching his face with curiosity on her pretty features, "I feel like we were one. We were….together."

Warmth met the prince's ears as affection fluttered in the pit of his stomach. 'She's experiencing the exact same thing as me right now.' Sasuke kissed his wife, absently pushing her hair away from her face.

Her arm slid around him as their kiss deepened, a tiny moan passing her lips. Sasuke couldn't help it. His wife was too enchanting. She didn't seem to mind his affection, either, so he continued.

'If she tells me to stop, or even seems uncomfortable, I'll obey.'

His tongue slid into her mouth, brushing gently against hers. The organ between his legs twitched, reawakened by the heat radiating from Sakura's own sex. Then, he was inside her once more, moving more slowly than during their first encounter.

It was like hot silk hugging him tightly. It pulled him in and tried to keep him there, and Sasuke didn't want to ever escape. He wanted to bury himself into Sakura, as territorial and possessive as the urge was. He wanted to leave his mark, to claim his wife permanently.

He must've instinctually adjusted his movements because Sakura tore away from their kiss with a breathy moan, her pink hair messy and damp with sweat on the pillows, "Sasuke!" His name on her lips only heightened his yearning.

Rather than kiss the woman again, the prince watched her flushed face and attempted to memorize the stunning picture. Almost naturally, he wrapped an arm under Sakura and lifted her before turning so he was lying on his back and she was straddling his lap.

Their movements slowed substantially as her face turned bright red, "I don't know how to…." She mumbled bashfully while attempting to hide her nude body.

"Don't hide from your husband," Sasuke said, immediately wondering what'd come over him.

The word "husband" seemed to erase the hesitance in Sakura, and she nodded, "Am I, um, am I doing this correctly?"

It was great, the way she moved her hips, but Sasuke couldn't help but notice her lack of response to the stimulation, "Does it feel good for you?" She didn't verbally respond, but paused her actions. He gently ran his hands up her thighs to hold her hips, "Do what makes you feel good. I'm here for your pleasure."

The blush on her face revamped. She nodded before coming down to gently kiss his lips. Then, Sakura tried moving again. Cautiously, she bucked her hips this way and that, adjusting her positioning and angle until a rhythm developed that Sasuke could tell she enjoyed. He could feel her tighten and clench around him.

'She's beautiful,' he thought while watching her ride him.

The view, plus the sensations, made it hard to focus. The prince had to bate his breath and try to keep his wits about him.

Sakura's hesitance gradually faded until she was moving with an aura of desperation and confidence. It was all Sasuke could do to restrain himself as he guided her hips. As promised, he'd speak her name in breathy tones anytime his left her mouth.

Just when he felt her begin to tighten around him, a sure sign that she was nearing her climax, a familiar pain shot through his body. A forced groan left his lips as his back arched. Unconsciously, his grip on Sakura's hips tightened.

The pink-haired woman moaned in surprise. A hiccup interrupted their tempo, and she gasped for breath while coming down to caress her husband's face. Words weren't needed because he could see the concern on her face.

He glanced between her face and where their bodies were connected and nodded, "Keep going. Hurry."

She nodded and did as instructed.

'She hasn't realized how late it is. If I don't tell her, she'll be able to finish before the shift completes.'

Sasuke was enamored with the task and idea of giving this slender and shy woman pleasure. He wasn't thinking straight because the urge to feel her tremble and shake like earlier was entirely too strong.

His pulse raced as he felt her climax, his, and the shift approaching. Desperate to end things before The Curse could take over, Sasuke pressed up into Sakura each time she came down on him. It was coming, he could tell.

'Just…a..little…..more…!'

Familiar agony swept through his nervous system. What was once the body of a prince was then the body of a demon. Akuma couldn't move a muscle before Sakura came down to press herself against him, a helpless and whiny moan passing her lips as she fell into an abyss of pleasure around his cock.

Now, the demon had come to care for the woman more than he thought he could any other being but himself. Having her naked and riding him was something he couldn't possibly resist, so he kept his mouth shut to not interrupt her climax.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her tiny form to hold her in place as he thrusted up into her with all his might. 'This will likely be my only chance to feel such bliss, so I have to make the most of it.'

Akuma kept his eyes closed so she wouldn't be able to tell the shift had occurred, though she kept her face buried in his chest as she clung to him for dear life.

It was what he imagined heaven would be like, having sex with the pure little flower that was his sacrifice. She was as sweet as nectar. Even sweaty, her skin was soft and supple.

Once Sakura had come down from her bliss, the demon carefully maneuvered her onto her stomach and re-entered from behind with his knees on either side of her hips. 'She won't be able to see me this way,' he thought when beginning to thrust into her again.

Her moans were music to his ears as she squirmed beneath him. He held her waist with one large hand, the other holding his weight as he studied how appealing her bottom looked as she took all of him in. Sexy. Enchanting. Her body was addicting, like the most powerful of drugs. She was- "A-Ah! Sasuke, that hurts!"

Just like that, Akuma snapped out of his lustful daze and realized he'd lost control of himself. He'd used too much force, not to mention his nails had dug small crescent shapes into her hip. The demon froze completely, red eyes wide. Before Sakura could turn to look at him, he pulled out and disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He glared at his reflection, recalling the prince's threat to not take advantage of Sakura.

"It wasn't my intention to harm her. I couldn't stop myself!" he hissed at his reflection, knowing the prince was likely stewing with rage.

"Sasuke?" A soft knock came at the door. Akuma looked at it in a panic. He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. After a period of silence, Sakura's voice came again, softer this time, "I know you didn't mean to hurt me. It's alright, Sasuke. Come out."

He looked out the window to see that the sun had nearly set. 'Any moment now, she'll realize the truth if I don't do something.' Filled with self-disgust, Akuma faked a pained groan, pretending to be the prince experiencing the shift.

Sakura must've believed the lie because she spoke in an understanding tone, "O-Oh, that's why you left…. It's alright. I'll be in the den whenever you're ready to come out. Please don't think I'm upset."

Akuma didn't respond, again, and instead waited a few moments before returning his glare to the mirror, eyes falling to the still-erect organ between his legs. His inhuman instincts were screaming to go out there and finish what he'd started. It wasn't normal for a demon to be concerned for anyone's comfort but his or her own. Still disgusted with himself for how he'd lost control, he turned away from the mirror and begrudgingly proceeded to take care of the issue on his own.

Later, after calming down, the demon left the bathroom to find Sakura still curled up in the mountain of pillows and blankets in front of the fireplace, though she was wearing a bathrobe and no longer nude.

A charming blush colored her cheeks as she watched him approach and come to lay at her side, "Hello, Akuma."

He desperately tried to act normally so as to not give himself away. With a smirk, he said, "I didn't think the cowardly prince would ever approach you in earnest."

Sakura shook her head before burying her face in a pillow and groaning, her feet kicking a bit, "Don't tease me…. I'm embarrassed enough."

The memory of how she'd felt squeezing around him, the blissful expression on her face as she gave the prince her most precious of experiences came to mind. A bitter taste met Akuma's tongue and he averted his gaze to watch the dancing flames of the fireplace. He wished it was him she longed for. He wished it could've been him to introduce her to the arts of passion. The demon was jealous, green with the darkest of envies.

Though the woman was rather innocent to many of the world's intricacies, she wasn't completely numb to the atmosphere. She picked up on his aura and sobered up, "Did you see everything?"

He nodded, swallowing hard. Sakura followed his lead and turned her gaze to the fire.

The pair sat in silence for a bit before she broke it, "I… I love him, Akuma. We are married."

"I know, Flower," he unintentionally snapped. Taking a calming breath, he added, "Even a demon like me can see the difference in your affection for him compared to the rest of the world."

She surprised him by scooting closer, so her arm brushed his as they continued to watch the flames, "If it turns out that I can choose my path after death, I'll find you."

Akuma looked at her in disbelief.

The woman offered a bittersweet smile, "That way you won't be alone again."

It was then that the demon realized he wasn't just fond of this fragile human woman.

He was in love with her.