Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ A Dangerous Seduction ❯ A Woman's Desire ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. This story is a humble imitation of Robin Schone's book, Gabriel's Woman. She is a brilliant author and I highly recommend that you read her books.

Note: Hey guys! This got deleted for some reason so I finally decided to repost it. The main reason it took so long was that I had forgotten to save the first half, (I'm such a dumbass) for those that noticed that it was even gone. I decided to revise to story and make it a little easier to read. Hopefully, this will be smoother and with less errors. I also need a beta reader so if anyone is willing please email me… or just review (hee hee hee). I apologize ahead of time for the lame fight scenes. Anyways, on to the story…

Chapter One: A Woman's Desire

A lone figure stood perfectly still, deadening the atmosphere around him. Bottomless eyes stared intensely out the window into the twilight. He could have stood there for hours or mere seconds. Time was of no consequence. Another man silently appeared by the window. As if it were a signal, both men disappeared, leaving behind a slight stirring of wind.

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Adrenaline rushed through his body. Finally, he could avenge his long dead clan. The bitterly anticipated fight had come down to taijutsu and weaponry. Kunai gripped in his fist, Sasuke let out a roar of cumulated anger, hate, and sorrow as metal clashed together. He managed to get past Itachi's defenses and plunge a kunai into his chest.

However, he miscalculated his own power and both brothers tumbled over the cliff, plunging towards the unforgiving ocean. Sasuke barely heard Naruto shout over the pounding of his heart. Even in death, Itachi showed no emotion, other then a bloody, taunting smirk. Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself away from his brother and tried to cling to the cliff with chakra enforced hands and feet. Only till he saw Itachi fall to the embrace of the water did he allow himself to pass out.

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When Sasuke regained consciousness, he opened his eyes to the familiar sight of head of tousled pink hair by his bed. It appeared that some things remained constant in his unstable world.

He mentally took toll of his body. His slight shifting also alerted Sakura.

"Ah, Sasuke, you're awake."

He blinked at her and grunted in affirmation. He closed his eyes as she began to list off his injuries and how long it was going to take for him to recover. He avenged his clan. The feeling of satisfaction he expected to feel was strangely absent. Blocking out the sound of her voice, he began to contemplate the reasons why. Sasuke finally came to a conclusion in his twisted rationalistic manner.

"Sakura."

His voice stopped her in mid-rant. Bewildered, she shot him a confused look.

"I have a favor to ask."

Even though she was a mature and talented woman, her jaw still dropped as if suddenly unhinged.

`Uchiha Sasuke was asking her for help!? What the hell was going on? Maybe he hit his head harder then Naruto said he did.' Convinced that was the explanation to his unusual behavior, Sakura pleasantly nodded at him, indicating that he continue.

"I want you to help me resurrect my clan."

Onyx eyes burned into shocked emerald ones, as Sakura sputtered at the abrupt parody of a proposal. Observing that this wasn't going to way he wanted it to, Sasuke decided to fight dirty.

"I don't trust anybody else. Besides, I never imagined asking anybody but you." Which was the truth. However, he wasn't going to add that she was the only female that he could tolerate without the urge to kill since she long ceased to squeal `Sasuke-kun' every time he was near her. He wasn't called a genius for just his skills as a shinobi (although that could be highly debated).

Unable to detect deceit in his eyes, Sakura couldn't bring herself to refuse him. It was as if a remnant of her childhood crush was still alive, seeking to get closer to him through any way possible.

"I'll help you Sasuke-kun," she replied with a weak smile.

She knew she was making a horrendous mistake. She was perfectly aware that Sasuke didn't love or maybe even like her. She knew that she agreed to become a vessel for the revival of his clan. Yet, she still couldn't find it in her heart to say no. It was times like this, she thought that having a big forehead was a waste. Well, at least she had a couple of months before Sasuke would be discharged from the hospital.

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After days of breathless waiting on Sakura's part, Sasuke was released from the hospital. She still thought that his proposal was a figment of her imagination. The reality of it did not even hit her during the wedding ceremony. Her parents and close friends shot her worried looks, being able to see past her cheery demeanor. Sasuke was indifferent to it all.

Only till she stepped past the threshold of her new home did she realize that this was real and that there was no turning back.

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After giving Sakura a tour of the house, Sasuke curtly told her that she should unpack and change. That was around noon. It was late into the night and she still saw no traces of her husband. She decided to take the initiative and search for him. After all, wasn't he the one that wanted to resurrect his clan?

She finally found him in the study, seated on a windowsill, looking out. Gentle moonlight caressed his face with shadows dancing to and fro. A sharp pang stabbed through her chest. He was so beautiful it hurt to look at him. Sakura tore her gaze away from him, heart racing, thoughts chasing. It wasn't as if she had never seen him before: the high cheekbones, the sculpted mouth, and eyes that saw through the most complex illusions…and the most basic desires.

"What do you want?"

He didn't even turn to face her, just his cold voice cutting through the silence. Her eyes shot back to him. Deliberately, she began to take measured steps closer to him. Face calm and body shaking. Perspiration began to pool beneath her breasts, crawling down to her stomach. She finally reached him and he turned this face towards her.

He emotionlessly studied her face, gaze touching every feature, every pore. Then slid down to her body, tracing ever curve and shadow, face and eyes devoid of desire. Unable to withstand his scrutiny, she dropped her eyes to his hands; the long pale fingers that did not move from his lap. Soon, he would touch her with those fingers, Sakura thought with a growing sense of unreality.

She began to wonder how he would take her virginity. Perhaps he would take her with no preliminary kisses. No caresses. Their only contact through their genitals. The woman inside of Sakura screamed at her to flee. The pragmatist inside of her warned her that she had nowhere to run. An ember sparked, underscoring her determination. Whatever happened tonight was her choice. She gave her word and she would not back down. Resolutely, she brought her eyes to his face. She was slightly startled to meet his unwavering onyx gaze.

"Are you willing to do anything?"

This time his voice held a knowledgeable cadence of seduction. It punched her right in the gut and sunk down to her toes. Just the sound of his voice could seduce her, make her do things that good girls like her shouldn't even think of. The unfairness of that made her want to rage.

"It depends on what you want," she replied in an outwardly cool tone, not even bothering with a seductive pitch, knowing that she wouldn't be able to pull it off.

"What if I told you that I wanted to touch you, fuck you, drag out all your deepest fears and hidden secrets where they would lay vulnerable in front of me, without you being able to touch me…at all."

Sakura managed to hide her reaction to his uncharacteristic response. However, she couldn't erase the hint of fear that was starting to permeate her mind. Unable to speak, she wordlessly agreed, nodding her head. A grim smile flashed across his face before settling into his customary expression. He gracefully got up and walked out of the room without looking back, knowing that she would follow. When they reached the bedroom, he stepped back, indicating that for her to go in first. She felt a sense of déjà vu, experiencing that same feeling of trepidation that she felt when she first crossed the threshold. Mentally steadying herself, she brushed past him and warily walked to the intimidating bed and gingerly sat down, looking anywhere else but him. He didn't bother closing the door and for some reason that allayed her fears somewhat. He stopped a foot away from her and looked down.

"Remember, if you touch me, I'll stop."

Sasuke began to unbutton her shirt, slowly, every move and flick of his wrist executed precisely. Gaze following the path of his hands. She was fuller then he expected, Sasuke realized with mild surprise. He had always known that she was beautiful but those thoughts were insignificant and not worthy of his attention compared to his goal. He gradually slipped her shirt off her shoulders, revealing her torso.

He and Naruto had always been there to protect Sakura so he wasn't surprised at the lack of scars. Sakura finished removing the shirt and tossed it onto the floor. While she was occupied with that, he took out a kunai.

Leisurely, he began to trace a path from her lips down to her cleavage with it. Not bothering with the clasp, he simply cut away the straps and let the pieces flutter to the floor, adding to the pile of clothes. He cupped a full milky white breast in one hand, gently stroking it. Sakura dug her nails into her hands to prevent herself from moving, from leaning into his touch.

He kneeled in front of her and bent his head, carefully taking a nipple into his mouth. Quickly, he licked it feeling it pucker in his mouth. He began to suckle, the face forming cavernous shadows, lashes casting deep gouges on his cheeks. A sudden shot of lust swept through Sakura and she whimpered before she could stop herself. Releasing her nipple, Sasuke leaned back and stood up.

"Stand up," he ordered.

Shakily, Sakura obeyed. Without touching her, he removed her skirt and dragged her underwear with it, letting to pool at her feet. Then he stepped back, watching her stand awkwardly, nude with moonlight flickering on her, highlighting her long pink hair and flawless skin.

For a second, he felt a pang in his heart, for even thinking of tainting a girl who was so pure and innocent and everything that he was not. Ruthlessly he shoved that thought to the side. By now, Sakura's knees had collapsed and she sat back down on the bed. Her gaze unerringly rested on his black pants. They were tented. Her face flamed.

"You're erect," she blurted out.

"I have been erect ever since you walked into my study."

Harsh truth rang inside Sasuke's voice. It seemed like a lifetime ago when she had walked into his study. But it had only been mere minutes. She belatedly realized that he was still fully dressed while she was completely bare. She distantly wondered if Sasuke was doing this deliberately.

"Lay down."

Sakura felt a twinge of annoyance through the cloud of lust. Why did he keep on treating her like a lap dog, just giving out orders? Then she recalled his words in the study…and her agreement. A cold knot began to intertwine with the heat in her stomach. Sakura lay back.

Immediately, hard hands dug underneath her rear. She was bodily dragged across the bed. She instinctively clutched the bedcovers. Her derriere was poised on the edge of the bed. Her legs fell apart. His hands were there again, this time pushing her legs further apart. He touched her. Sakura audibly sucked in air.

"You're wet Sakura."

Sakura stared up at the ceiling and clung to fistfuls of silk. Hard, callused heat glided up to the slippery lips of her sex and pressed her clitoris. Sakura gasped. And climaxed. While darkness pounded her face and the pressure of his finger pierced her soul.

"Your orgasmed." Sasuke's voice grated in her ears.

"Yes."

"What did you see?"

His finger began to rub against her sensitive clitoris. Then it slipped inside her. Sakura squirmed to escape his finger. He didn't let her. He sunk his finger deeper into her. He could feel her clenching, pulse throbbing and pounding.

"Light," she said.

Sasuke withdrew his finger. She felt something wet touch her lips. She opened her eyes, unaware that she had closed them. Instead of those cold black eyes she was so used to, she saw a heated black hole. Sucking in her every cry, reaction, thought. She licked his finger. Cheeks flushed, eyes heavy, he brought his finger to his own mouth and sucked off her essence. She could feel her body preparing for him again.

With hands still steady, Sasuke unzipped his pants but did not let it fall. His erection sprang out and Sakura felt apprehensive beneath the excitement. She knew it was going to be painful, especially since she was a virgin, due to his size. She jerked her gaze back to his face, cheeks turning a darker shade of red.

His hands reached towards her to cup both her breasts. His thumbs flicked them before rolling them with his index finger and thumb. Then flattening his palms, he slowly began to descend till he reached her hips.

Suddenly, he lifted to legs up to her shoulders, leaving her even more vulnerable to him. Never breaking eye contact with her, he began to sink into her slick heat, inch by inch. When he reached the barrier, he withdrew and plunged in one motion. Sakura bit her lip till it bled, refusing to cry out, meeting the challenge in Sasuke's eyes. Time stood still.

He began to move, thrusting in and out, slowly speeding up. Sakura knew that she was going to have bruises in the morning but she didn't care. Her entire world consisted of Sasuke pounding into her so hard that her teeth were jarred and her breasts bounced with the harsh rhythm. She orgasmed hard, yet he still kept going.

Sakura was clawing the sheets now, tearing them with her nails. She couldn't stop the moans, the cries from spilling out of her mouth. She felt him pause then go in even deeper, pounding her into the bed. He let out a guttural moan and she felt a flood of warmth inside if her triggering her third climax. She could feel him panting, straining not to collapse on top of her.

Eventually, he withdrew, released her legs and walked stiff legged to the bathroom. Leaving Sakura lying there in the pool of sweat, semen, and her own fluids. She shut her eyes refusing to cry. For giving into his demands, for allowing him to use her like this, for being his whore. He never kissed her. Not even once. And that hurt most of all.