So this used to be another old story I had for this pairing. Except I think it was two years ago I uploaded it. After I re-read it, I realized there were parts of this story that were confusing. So I decided to fix it and add it to my drabble series C:

He could never hurt her.

It frustrated him to no end. He, Shirosaki Hichigo, could not hurt a woman. He's hurt plenty of people before, whether they were men or women. However, she was no ordinary person.

She is Inoue Orihime.

The Goddess of Karakura high. She was a double threat; A real beauty with brains. A lot of people would talk about her, being clumsy and a bit naïve. Shiro wasn't stupid. He knew that she was very attractive. If it's not her humongous boobs, it's her big, gray eyes. There was always something big about her. Which is why it didn't surprise him when he found out she was the third smartest kid in school.

He also knew that the king had feelings for her. Somehow, through everything they've been through, she had wormed her way into his heart. She had filled the void no one else was ever able to do since the death of his mother. She was the first person he swore to protect with his life. He'd do anything for her.

Even resort to great lengths to keep him confined.

Shiro knew that he was a threat. He was way smarter than King. He knew this because he was Ichigo's instinct. The primal instinct Ichigo was scared of losing himself to. The emotion Ichigo had no control over whenever his thoughts would go to the cheery girl.

But now, he was free.

Meaning King lost. And whatever he lost, Shiro gained.

He won the crown. He finally became King. The dominate one. The powerful one. He had control of everything. The mind. The body. The sword.

Inoue Orihime.

At first, he thought he wouldn't need her. She always made King lose. He always protected her. Putting his life before hers, not wanting any other person to touch her.

Despite all the things King did, she still sat beside him.

She knew he was in control, yet she showed no fear.

He wanted to kill her. Oh, he wanted to so badly. His blood yearned for a taste of her. He just wanted to wrap his hand around her throat and squeeze her lungs until she lost all her breath. He wanted to ram Zangetsu through her abdomen, watch the blood fall freely, like a waterfall.

But at the same time, just the image of those actions caused him to freeze in fear.

He wanted her to always be with him; by his side. If there was a way to merge her into his body without killing her, he would've done so already. He hated seeing other men stare at her with lecherous eyes. Ones that showed they wanted to corrupt her.

She was his.

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His to kiss. Taste. Dominate.

He wanted to make her scream his name.

Wanted to hear her beg. Whine. Cry. Plead for him.

He wanted to taint her. Mark her as his.

And only his.

He even swore to kill anyone who touched her. He didn't care about anyone else's life.

But hers.

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He had taken her to Hueco Mundo, wanting her to be away from everyone. As he entered the palace of Las Noches, or what was left of it, his eyes went directly to the girl in the room.

His eyes softened when she turned to look at him; her eyes widening in happiness. He could hear her footsteps echo through the halls as she ran towards him; the only light in the room came from the moon, which shined brightly in the midnight sky.

Being her clumsy self, she had tripped and fell into his arms. Her soft, small hands clutched his shihakusho; preventing her from hitting the floor.

Their eyes doing all the communicating, he grabbed the back of her head and forcibly smashed their lips together. At first it started slow, as he wanted to savour the taste of her. Then he got faster. Frantic.

Almost as if something may come out of nowhere and take her from him.

Her moans only encouraged him to continue. His instincts took over and he pinned her against the wall; her arms wrapping around his waist, keeping her close to his warmth.

He pulled away from her; their breathing filled the silence of the big, empty room. They never took their eyes off the other.

"I love you." she whispered.

His eyes grew darker. "I know, Hime." Crushing his lips to hers again, he whispered.

"I know."