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An AU SasuSaku Fanficition

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Chapter 7

Sakura's POV

A gasp escaped my lips before I remembered who it was in front of me. "Sasuke-sama," I breathed out, my nerves skyrocketing. There was an electric current I could feel in the air that began to excite me, zapping away at every nerve fiber that my body carried. I could sense how happy his presence made me feel, and how restless it made my inner wolf. I gripped the crutches, trying my hardest to shake these feelings away.

No, Sakura. No.

The heels of his shoes clipping against the ground grew louder with each step that he took forward. Each step was like an arrow filled with emotions stabbing against my chest, until the beating of my heart resembled the speed of a stampede. "What did you want to discuss with me?" His voice rumbled out of his chest. It was sensuous and rich, dipped with velvet undertones lacing each and over letter that fell out of his mouth.

"I-," my voice cracked. I felt myself flush with embarrassment before clearing my throat. "I will b-be leaving here soon, and I wanted your permission." I made sure my gaze was pointed straight to the floor. Any accidental eye contact could lead me in a lot of trouble- I was speaking from experience.

"Permission denied," he announced candidly, his words clipped and unfeeling. I felt shock course through my body, and my head involuntarily rose up. My eyes locked with his, "Why?" I croaked out, my mouth feeling dry once more.

Why did he refuse to give me permission?

What felt like minutes passed us by, our eye contact not breaking. I felt myself being sucked into his onyx eyes, the heat behind them undeniable. It shook me up, as a pool of what felt like molten lava collected at the bottom of my stomach. Our connection broke when he swiveled around, no answer forthcoming from him. I watched as he strode from us and towards the door, my heart feeling a sudden ache of absence. How could his presence alone cause my body and insides to go haywire? I've never before felt such heat and passion from a man before in my life. I was used to men staring at me with unconcealed lust that had me shivering in disgust, my old master being one of them.

"That was intense," someone from behind me commented, causing me to turn around and identify the two women who were in the room with me. I had completely forgotten about them.

I felt tears collect in my eyes, a burning humiliation coursing through me. Here we were discussing whether or not he was my mate and that I might've been "special" to him- their words not mine, but instead of what a mate would grant their other half, I received a big fat NO. I looked up to the glass ceiling of the greenhouse, urging my tears to obey me and retreat, willing for them not fall and cause me more embarrassment.

"We're not mates," I stated matter-of-factly.

I felt an hand on my thigh, its action feeling like reassurance. "Don't say that. He probably wants you to stay so you guys can get to know each other better," Ino tried to assure me.

Before I could respond to her, my stomach growled and the need to use the restroom became apparent. I flushed in embarrassment and was glad when I was not taunted or made fun of. "Let's get you back inside," Hinata said, getting up from the bench and holding her hand out for me to take. I let out a grateful smile before taking her outstretched hand. Hinata's gentle nature instantly soothed me, and not before long I felt like I could try again with my request. As the girl's led the way back to the house, my mind wandered back to his rejection. Why? I needed to think of a way to convince him to let me go.

Destiny be damned.

I informed them I needed to use the toilet and hobbled my way towards Sasuke's room. I sighed, opening up the door and walking through. I made my way towards the en-suite when I felt a presence in the room. I lifted my head, and instantly froze in my tracks.

I felt my eyes widen, and my heart rate increase. Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump. It shifted from normal to a wildly accelerated tempo, in the seconds I took my eyes off the floor to gaze at what stood in front of me. A swarm of butterflies began to buzz before taking flight, the distinct pool of lava trekking its way down my stomach. I gaped at the sight in front of me and felt the blood rushing equally throughout my entire body. Sasuke stood before with a bare torso, the likes of which I've never seen before. I've seen plenty of nudes male bodies in my lifetime when I resided within my old pack, but nothing that made me feel this way. His body was sculpted to utter perfection, my mind unable to come up with the necessary words to describe it. I felt myself squirm, my mind not quite understanding my body's physiological response.

It took me great effort to disconnect my gaze from his chest, but I did so that I could look into his eyes. The deep heated pools sucked me in, and I felt my lower parts clench in response. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but no words came out.

I stood there silently, my body refusing to move as if some unseen force was holding me in place. I felt my mouth dry when he moved forward, my body unable to keep from tingling in response to his predatory movements.

A certain aroma wafted from him and into my nostrils, causing me to become dizzy. The sweet scent was so intense it engulfed all my senses, causing it to go haywire. If I was able to make this scent into a perfume, it'd make me millions. My knees buckled under me, and all you could hear in the room were my crutches hitting the floor. I braced myself to hit the floor, but an arm wrapped around my waist before I could. I looked up, and all I could see where luscious lips under a perfectly straight nose. There was a need deep within me, urging me to lift my neck and press my lips against his. But, I knew I couldn't.

I had no experience, and instantly my insecurities began to surface. I felt like I was doused with cold water, the heat receding from my body until I felt numb. All that was left was feelings of doubt. How could I have ignited the lust in his eyes? Before I could think of an answer, his lips were to mine. I felt my eyes widen in shock and froze. I didn't know what to do.

"Enjoy it," I heard the voice of my wolf, Nanami, encourage. "Don't deny us this."

The groan that escaped his lips caused the previous heat to jolt back tenfold. I pressed my lips to his eagerly, enjoying the feel of his soft lips against mine. I felt my eyes close, taking in the pleasure of how addictively he invaded all my senses. They, being my senses, instantly heightened and I felt intoxicated.

I let him take control of the kiss, my heart melting when he placed his left hand against my cheek. He was so gentle that I felt my heart skip a beat. I broke away from the kiss, nuzzling my cheek into his palm, wishing for time to stop at this moment. I opened my eyes and looked into his, willing him to continue. I knew there was a sense of hesitancy oozing from me, and I hoped to god that that would not turn him away from.

"Copy what I do," he instructed, pulling me closer against him. The heat seeping from his ragged voice caused an avalanche of emotions to rise within me. I nodded my head, desperate to feel him against me once more.

And he was kissing me again, the flutters intensifying with each stroke of his lips. It once more started off gently, before passion made its way to the forefront. His lips moved fervently against mine, and I tentatively responded in kind. His tongue flicked against my bottom lip insistently, a gasp escaping my lips allowing him entrance. Each stroke of his demanding tongue against mine sent wild tremors down my back, and a fire that licked its way down to my belly. I felt like we were going a bit too fast, after all it was my first kiss. But I was enjoying it too much.

My body was pressed up against the wall as I relished the feel of his chest against mine. I felt safe between him and the wall. So safe, that I felt my walls crumbling down. I had just met him recently, but the way he made me feel was as if I'd known him for years. I felt hope blossoming in my heart. How would a future between the two of us look like? If it meant his arms around me every night as I fell asleep, keeping me safe and feeling content? I would be the happiest woman alive. Like my past would never be able to loom before me like it did every day of my life since the abuse started.

I could maybe start to heal.

He removed his hand from my face and knotted it in between my hair. I let out a breathless gasp as his mouth left mine, turning instead to latch against my throat. His lips against the side of my neck, and the panting breaths that escaped from his mouth caused my nipples to tighten against the shirt that I wore. Mine, my inner wolf relayed possessively.

I felt a sudden need establish deeply within me, and I bared my neck unconsciously willing to receive his mark that would keep my rooted to him forever.

I lifted my hand to feel his skin against mine with no barrier between us, but the moment I slid my hand against his hip, he detached himself from me like I was had deadly disease that he could contract from just a touch.

Crack.

I felt my heart drop, my eyes flying open to gaze at him with an unidentifiable look in his eye. A sudden feeling of dread crept up my spine as I watched him grab a shirt off the floor and turn away from me. "This will never happen again," he stated coldly with his back turned against me. "When I come back, I'll judge you like the rogue you are." My breath caught in my throat. He now decided to treat me like a rogue? I felt like I was undergoing an out-of-body experience, watching my life once again come crashing down after tasting a bit of a dream fed to me by something as painful as hope.

Crack.

I wanted to scream until my vocal chords could no longer produce words. His rejection cut so deep that I felt my wolf howl in agony. How could he?

Crack.

I felt a searing stab of pain in my chest with each step he took towards the door, like a hammer meeting down against a mirror. With each rap, a crack formed until it scattered with no place untouched, shattering into millions of little pieces.

I fell limp against the wall, my legs buckling and giving out beneath me. I watched as he walked out that door and closing it behind him as though shutting me out of his life.

It was too soon. I should have left instead of gawked, and I most certainly should not have reciprocated the kiss. I began to resent my wolf, who encouraged me. Who is it who told me not to trust in anyone?

"Nanami," I called out brokenly inside my head, beckoning her to come forth and comfort me. I didn't think I could go through this alone.

There was no answer.

This was a whole new experience for me that I've never felt before in my life. I could still smell the sweet scent that he gave off, the feel of his chest and hands against my body and face. I could still taste him on my lips and feel the heat that sizzled inside of me. My hands were fisted on the floor, and a drop of water fell against it. I tried to discern what it was through the haze of tears, but when I noticed what it was, the flood gates opened. A sob wracked against my chest as I lay my body down on the floor, curling into a ball.

A position I was very familiar with.