The air between them was thick with tension, and Sasuke could feel the pull, the desire hanging in the space between them. He wasn't used to this kind of vulnerability, this sudden, unsettling closeness—but damn it, he didn't want to pull away. Not now, not when her presence was overwhelming, not when she was so right there. The sharpness in her eyes softened, just slightly, as she took a slow step closer.

Sakura's lips curved into a teasing smile, and she tilted her head, studying him like he was a puzzle she was eager to solve. "You know, you're not exactly good at hiding your feelings, Uchiha," she murmured, voice low and playful.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, trying to keep his composure, but he couldn't help the way his heart quickened. "Is that so?" he said, his tone almost bored, though the glint in his eyes betrayed him. He wasn't sure if she was deliberately trying to make him react or if she genuinely didn't understand the weight of this.

Sakura's smile deepened, and she leaned in just a little, bringing their faces close. "I can see it in your eyes, you know. You're not as good at hiding it as you think."

For a second, Sasuke said nothing. He was too focused on the warmth radiating from her, the way she felt so real in that moment. But then, with a shift of his own, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke in a low voice, "Maybe I don't want to hide it."

Her breath hitched, and Sakura looked at him with a mix of surprise and something deeper—something that mirrored his own pulse racing in his chest. Her eyes flickered down to his lips, and she bit her lower lip, knowing the effect she was having on him.

"You're bold today, Sasuke," she teased, but there was a playful edge to her voice now. She shifted slightly, her fingers grazing the collar of his hoodie, pulling him a fraction closer. "You think you can keep up with me?"

"You better stop."

"What if I don't want to? What if I love having a reaction from you?" she said while looking into his eyes.

Sasuke couldn't help himself as he saw her pupils dilated. The challenge in her voice, the way she looked at him—he was done holding back. He stepped closer, closing the final distance between them. His hands settled at her waist, pulling her against him, and before she could say anything else, his lips crashed onto hers.

The kiss was fierce, an immediate clash of pent-up frustration, longing, and heat. For a moment, neither of them moved—just letting the intensity of it consume them, the pressure of each other's mouths sending sparks through their bodies. Sakura's hands threaded into his hair, tugging him even closer, if that was even possible, while Sasuke's grip on her tightened, pulling her even further into the kiss, his body reacting before his mind could fully catch up.

Their lips parted for just a breath, both of them gasping for air, but neither of them were ready to stop. Sasuke leaned in again, this time more urgently, the kiss deeper, hungrier. His hands roamed from her waist to her back, pushing her flush against him. Sakura's fingers danced down to the hem of his hoodie, tugging it up slightly, teasing him as she ran her hands across his chest.

The world around them seemed to fade as the kiss deepened, their bodies moving in rhythm with each other, instinct taking over. Sasuke's heart was pounding in his chest as he lowered his kisses to her jawline, then to her neck, sucking on it softly. Sakura's breathing had quickened, her hands now pulling at his hoodie, urging him to move with her toward the sofa.

Without a word, Sasuke took her in his arms, feeling her legs around his waist and leading her toward the sofa. As they collapsed onto it, their lips met once again, this time more frantic, as if they both knew this was the point of no return. Sasuke pushed her down gently, his body hovering above hers, his lips trailing a line of soft kisses down her neck, while Sakura's hands roamed over his back, pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his body.

Sakura's fingers found their way to the hem of Sasuke's hoodie, and with a quick, determined motion, she tugged it over his head, her breath catching slightly as she traced the muscles beneath his skin. He wasn't expecting it, and for a moment, his eyes flickered with surprise, but it quickly faded into something much more primal. His hands found the fabric of her shirt, lifting it just enough to feel the warmth of her skin beneath. He hesitated for only a second, searching her eyes, silently asking for permission, and when she met his gaze, her pupils dark and unwavering, he knew.

She wanted this as much as he did.

Sasuke's lips trailed down her neck, his hands sliding across her skin with careful reverence, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Sakura moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her fingers finding his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Along with kissing her, add the moaning too as an addiction to hear it.

"Fuck, Sakura, are you sure?" Sasuke murmured against her skin, his voice gravelly and laced with desire.

Sakura's lips curled into a half-smile, her hands moving to the waistband of his jeans, unbuttoning them with a confidence that made his breath catch. "Are you?" she replied, her voice low, filled with a playful yet heated edge. Her hands skimmed over his abs, feeling the muscles beneath her fingertips, testing the waters of their growing desire.

Sasuke groaned, his control beginning to slip. He kissed her again, harder this time, as if he could drown himself in the feeling of her lips, of her body pressed against his. The kiss was wild now, hungry and full of everything they had both been holding back for so long. It was as if the dam had finally broken, and neither of them could stop the flood that followed.

Sakura shifted beneath him, pushing him back just enough to meet his gaze. Her eyes were a storm of passion, but there was something else there too—something deeper. She leaned up, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Take me, Sasuke."

Her words sent a surge of heat through him, and before he could even think, he was kissing her again, his hands moving with purpose, pulling her shirt over her head in one swift motion. The sensation of her bare skin against his was electrifying, and it only fueled the fire that had been burning between them. He could feel the heat radiating off of her, the way she responded to his touch, the way her fingers traced the outline of his chest, making him shiver.

With a swift motion, he pulled her into his lap, her legs straddling him as their lips met again, this time with even more passionate. The moment felt endless, the world outside fading away, leaving only the two of them in the space they had created. It was raw, it was messy, but it was everything they both needed.

Sakura's hands slid down his back, tracing the muscles there, her breath catching as their bodies pressed closer. "Don't hold back," she breathed, her voice hushed and filled with a longing that matched his own.

Sasuke finally broke down. His hands moved to her back, sliding her panties down slowly, the tension between them almost unbearable. She shivered as his fingers traced the edge of her skin, feeling the heat that pulsed beneath her. He kissed her again, his hands caressing her sides as he pulled her even closer, feeling the entire length of her body against his.

For a moment, they paused, breathless, their eyes locked in an unbreakable gaze. The intensity between them was palpable, a heavy weight of everything they had both been feeling over the past few weeks, months, maybe even years, building up to this single moment. Without uttering a word, Sasuke traced his hands along her thighs, allowing himself to ask her later about the tattoo that he saw, burying his face into her neck, biting her skin as if to mark her as forever his. They moved together, their bodies shifting and syncing, as if they had been doing this forever.

"Fuck, Sakura," he breathed, his onyx eyes closing as she rode him deeper and slower, her nails scratching his abs, igniting a fire within him.

As he grabbed her waist, he pushed her on the sofa, looking into her eyes, which made Sakura question the feelings behind it. Was it lust? Was it.. what was it? He kissed her passionately, his tongue offering hers a slow dance, while grabbing her thigh and entering her slow and deep, hitting the spot that made her arch her back with pleasure.

"Oh, Sasuke-kun" she bit her lip.

His smirk grew wider pounding on her and making a mental note that she stays his forever from now on. And as their lips met again, in a kiss that spoke volumes beyond any words, everything else faded away—leaving only the two of them, caught in the exhilarating rush of their own desire.