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Pomegranate

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Of all that burns, this is the worst,

A scorching, unquenchable, consuming thirst,

He paints bloody crimson upon her skin,

Sets her alight, with touch of sin.

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The opulently furnished bedchamber was bathed in the flattering glow of golden candlelight. A pleasantly aromatic scent of cinnamon and wood-smoke hung in the fragrant air. They were curled up together on the soft rug in front of the warm fireplace, lying on their left sides, surrounded by the generous piles of plump, satin cushions scattered there. A silver tray carrying a crystal decanter of ambrosia and a matching goblet rested beside them, as well as a bronze bowl bearing a selection of appetising fruits, including red grapes, strawberries, figs and pomegranates.

Sakura’s back was cradled snugly against Sasuke’s front. He reclined leisurely, left elbow propped against the cushions to allow his hand to support his head, left leg extended underneath him, while the right was draw up slightly behind Sakura’s body. A goblet of ambrosia was in his other hand. He was dressed casually, in a loose, full-sleeved, unbuttoned black shirt and matching, baggy trousers. His feet were bare.

In front of him, Sakura, too, wore informal sleep-wear. She looked alluring in a short, lace-trimmed, delicately strapped silk chemise that barely grazed the middle of her thigh in length. It was a deep shade of seductive crimson. Sasuke always liked her in red. Her long hair was unbound, the way her king preferred it. The sweet, floral perfume of the oils she had applied earlier reached his nose. She smelled mouth-wateringly delicious, as always.

Content, he sipped on his drink as he listened to her recount the tale of Jason and the Golden Fleece. Her voice was as sweet as honey, a soothing caress to his senses. He always enjoyed hearing her read so expressively.

Sakura paused as she reached the end of the story.

“Wow. What an adventure,” she exclaimed. “So this magical Golden Fleece… is it still around?” she questioned, tapping an index finger at the illustration in the thick, leather bound book she was studying.

Sasuke tilted his head right slightly to get a better look at the old parchment paper.

“I have never seen it,” he answered, before finishing his drink and setting the goblet aside.

“But it sounds like a miracle cure for everything. What a shame that it seems to have gotten lost over time,” she remarked.

The death deity snorted at that. “It’s for the best. Nations would only wage war to possess it.”

Sakura sighed. It was a disheartening thought. “You’re probably right,” she agreed. Then, mischievously seeking to provoke her king, she said thoughtfully, “I can’t decide which of these handsome heroes I like best. Perseus, Theseus, Jason…”

“Hn. None,” Sasuke muttered disapprovingly, bending his head to bury the tip of his nose into the crown of hair upon her head. He inhaled deeply, relishing her feminine scent.

“Did you ever meet any of them?”

“I saw Perseus, once,” he replied distractedly.

“And…?” Sakura bit her lower lip when he lifted his right hand to push aside the curtain of silky hair that concealed her flesh from his sight. His fingers then began to trace from her shoulder, up along the graceful curve of her neck. The slow, sensual touch sparked little tingles to surface along her skin.

“He was nothing special,” Sasuke dismissed, eyes following the path his fingertips were taking.

She bit back a giggle. How very like her brooding king, to condescend other men they both knew could not compare to him in any department.

“But Heracles was,” Sakura declared. “Listen to what it says about him, here-”

Sasuke’s thoughts, however, had ventured down other, more decidedly carnal routes. His hand redirected to gently stroke the outer contour of her right thigh, slipping underneath the hem of her revealing nightgown. She tried in vain to remain focused, to ignore the dangerous sensations his electrifying touch elicited.

Sensations her body seemed to continually and gluttonously crave.

He breathed into her ear, “Close the book, Sakura.”

She could sense his want, his hunger, but dared to push her luck further.

“But I just want to read this part about-”

His right hand fell impatiently away and he reached around her to slam the cover shut. He didn’t want to listen to a physical description about damned Heracles. Besides, he’d already listened to two stories, and that was surely enough for one sitting. How did she expect him to concentrate for too long on anything else but her, dressed as she was and nestled so close to him?

“Sasuke-kun!” she protested. “You made me lose my page!”

“Hn. Seventy three,” he informed her nonchalantly, and tossed the book away, beyond her reach. When she tried to move after it, his right arm locked possessively around her midriff and drew her more firmly back against him again, as his lips brushed along the slant of her shoulder.

“I always respect whenever you’re reading,” she huffed – only to yelp when his lips clamped down at the back of her neck and he gave her skin a long, hard suck.

“Don’t lie,” he admonished. She’d discarded his books and seduced him into love-making multiple times in the past. He was merely returning the favour.

“Well, usually…” she corrected, and then seemed to forget her short-lived objection entirely, when his scorching tongue ran tantalisingly along the side of her neck. “So that’s it,” she said, a smile playing upon her lips. “You’re jealous of all those heroes.”

Jealous? What in the world did he have to be jealous about? He had something far more precious than any of those fools ever had. He had Sakura. He bit down into her skin at that, prompting her to gasp, and his arm unwound from around her, palm sliding up her front to cup her right breast. He kneaded it gently, thumb pressing over her concealed nipple. He smirked smugly to himself when he massaged it in circular motions and felt it immediately harden at his touch.

“No,” he scorned haughtily, lifting his head again to nibble at her cute little earlobe. Sakura giggled, hunching her shoulder up reflexively. He knew how ticklish she was, and always seemed to play it to his advantage.

“It’s okay to admit it,” she continued to tease. “Sometimes, we have to realise that there are others who are- mmm…” she broke off abruptly and hummed appreciatively when his right hand lowered again to push up the hem of her flimsy nightdress, seeking fingers caressing the erotic curve of her exposed rear.

She wasn’t wearing any underwear, he realised with approval. It wasn’t like she needed it then, anyway. He felt the ravenous beast within him stir at the sight of her smooth, toned, pert backside.

Sakura’s head lolled to the left, baring the right side of her neck fully to him – just as Sasuke had wanted. He lowered his lips and placed slow, burning kisses along her skin.

She exhaled, pulse starting to quicken with growing arousal. “Sasuke-kun… that feels so good.”

He continued to kiss her neck, his movements unhurried and torturous. His hand then slipped to her front, lowering to find her heated core. He stroked her folds lazily with an index finger, basking in the way she shuddered pleasurably against him.

“You were saying something,” he murmured against her skin, his finger not ceasing in its ministrations. It slid lower, circling her opening. He could feel her getting damp.

“Ah…” she sighed.

“About heroes,” he prompted.

“Hmm,” she hummed. “Yes. I need a hero…”

Sasuke kissed her shoulder.

“To save me…” her voice wobbled when his thumb pressed over her clit and slowly proceeded to stimulate her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“From…?” he pressed his lips against her right temple.

“From your… wicked… ways…” his queen’s breath hitched when he sucked sensually at her neck again and heat began to rapidly pool into her lower belly. By Elysium! The combination of his disarming touch and his smooth, deep voice rumbling seductively in her ear was too much. She could feel the strength and heat of his chest, pressing against her back like an iron bar. Her thoughts were quickly unwinding, becoming incoherent threads. She could feel herself coming undone.

Sasuke smirked darkly. “You don’t,” he licked at her earlobe again, “want to be saved,” he murmured with confidence, applying greater pressure with his thumb as his free hand crept around her front to fondle her left breast.

“Ohhh…” she moaned softly. The needy sound was like a catalyst that spurned an unstoppable reaction in his veins, set his blood alight with insatiable lust. “No, Sasuke-kun,” she yielded.

It was the truth. She didn’t want to be saved. She was irrevocably his, wanted him to ravish and consume her until there was nothing left in her for him to devour.

Sasuke watched intently as her eyelids fluttered shut. She was just starting to surrender herself fully to him – when he abruptly pulled his hand away, straightened, and whispered into her ear, “Sit up.”

Confused - and a little disappointed that he’d stopped paying attention to where she needed taking care of most - she complied regardless and turned her head to gaze questioningly at him as he reached behind her for the fruit bowl. She blinked when he lifted his other palm to cradle her left cheek, thumb stroking tenderly at her skin.

Stormy eyes met hers, and as always, Sakura felt herself plummeting into those boundless dark depths. They drew her in, mind, body and soul, like inescapable gravity. Mesmerised, she found that she could not look away. The warm light from the flickering hearth threw dancing shadows upon Sasuke’s face in all the right places, sharpening and accentuating his sculpted features.

His thumb swept over the feminine curve of her jaw, before tracing over her bottom lip. He seemed entranced when her lips parted slightly at his touch.

Beautiful. She was so beautiful. How had he attained such a jewel, more priceless than even the rarest gems contained within his world?

He lowered his head to press his lips against hers so chastely that Sakura was quite taken aback by it. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to it, and like a tentatively blooming flower the trembling kiss slowly unfolded.

Sasuke was the one to break it, and ran his fingers admiringly through her hair, savouring the softness of her tresses. He then lifted his left hand, and Sakura saw that he was holding something between his index finger and thumb.

A crimson pomegranate seed.

His eyes keeping hers prisoner, he raised the large, plump seed to her mouth. Sakura accepted his offering, sighing contentedly as her teeth crushed the pulp and incredible sweetness exploded upon her tongue. Sasuke watched her, transfixed, feeling a dark thrill as he fed her two more seeds and she took them, her pouting lips staining a deep hue of blood-red as she allowed the fruit’s nectar to leak sensually from them.

It was the ultimate expression of Sakura giving herself to him, of her belonging to him, and him alone – her willingly eating from the damning, Forbidden Fruit of his realm. His right hand rose to stroke the side of her neck, before slipping under her chin, angling her head back further as he leant forward.

Lips inches apart, he fed her another seed. She moaned quietly, and this time her lips closed around his index finger before he could draw it completely away. Sasuke’s heart quickened and he felt fire flare between his loins when her tongue began to swirl around the captive digit. She sucked at his fingertip, looking up at him wantonly with glimmering emerald eyes that smouldered with seduction and sang to his body, beckoning to him.

It drove him insane with desire. Riveted, he observed her, feeling his manhood stir beneath his clothing. Then he slowly pulled his finger out, and unable to resist the allure of her lips any longer, lowered his head to claim them with his own. His tongue plunged into her oral cavern, lapping up the remains of the fruit’s sticky syrup. He kissed her slowly, passionately, savouring the perfect blend and taste of pomegranate and Sakura.

His queen’s small hands lifted and glided up the bare front of his torso, pushing his open shirt back and off from his shoulders. Sasuke pressed a palm to the back of her head and deepened the kiss, heavy-lidded eyes remaining open, watching her all the while. Her nails dragged down the defined pectoral muscles of his chest, and she shifted, seeking to bring herself closer, to bridge the gap between their bodies.

But again Sasuke broke the kiss, fingers closing lightly around her throat as he shook his head once at her.

“Sasuke-kun…” she said quietly. Keeping one hand around her neck, he lifted a handful of seeds with the other and held them above her mouth. She accepted them eagerly, thirstily. He then lifted the fruit and took a generous bite, chewing the seeds until sweet juice filled his mouth.

Sakura released a huskier moan as he captured her in another sweltering kiss, opening his mouth to allow the nectar he held to flood into her own. The juice trailed down their chins and throats as their tongues sparred together, caught in an erotic dance. Sakura looped her slender arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest and sliding up onto his lap as she hardened the kiss. Giddy pleasure coursed through her. The combination of his blistering lips moving against hers and the saccharine flavour of the pomegranate washing over her taste-buds delighted her senses.

Sexy. By the gods, he was so incredibly sexy. He made her long for him all the time, with a mindless desperation that startled and unsettled her. Turned on, Sakura moaned yearningly against his lips again, the throbbing heat between her legs increasing. His hands moved to cup her face. The intimacy of the gesture further fanned the flames within her. She could not suppress the shudder that jolted down her spine when the God of Death then pulled back slightly, and tilted his head to pursue the crimson trails on her skin with his tongue, licking down and then up, branding her with the ferocious heat of his lips.

Her body was thrumming and pulsing with excitement and anticipation. She loved his fiery intensity. She craved it, with every fibre of her being. Exhaling with bliss, she allowed her head to fall back entirely as Sasuke sucked possessively at her throat.

Her back arched, pressing her front more firmly against his, and her king lifted his head to breathe hotly into her ear, “You’re mine, Sakura.”

“Yes,” she murmured, though she needed no reminding. Her fingers waded encouragingly through his fine hair, when a hard arm snaked around her and finally, finally crushed her close. He bent his head once more to the juncture between her right shoulder and neck and exhaled against her damp flesh, breaths coming out heavier, more laborious, betraying his own growing need. She could feel his bulging hardness under her, felt his hastening heartbeat beating strongly against his chest, and a stab of desire flared between her legs.

She then gasped as Sasuke abruptly raked his fingers through her hair and yanked her head even further back, at an almost uncomfortable angle, so that she was entirely vulnerable to the pillaging actions of his teeth and tongue. But the way he was paying special reverence to her throat felt far too damned good to hurt.

“Yes…” she smiled. Still kissing her jawline, the death deity then gently lowered her back to lie upon the furry rug and satin cushions, meeting her lips again in another tantalisingly unhurried kiss as his hands worked to discard his lower garments. He then dragged down the straps of her nightgown, pulling the loose, light material all the way past her hips, baring her naked form entirely to his ravenous gaze.

He breathed out slowly. The glow from the fireplace tinged Sakura’s body with a golden sheen, and like an afflicted man consumed by avarice, he wanted to possess every last glistening inch of her. Reaching out for the other, untouched half of the pomegranate, he held it over her breasts, smirking deviously as he gazed down at her, a decidedly devilish glint in his eyes.

Sakura bit her lip and giggled when he squeezed the fruit, sending seeds tumbling, dripping nectar onto her skin. The garnet liquid trailed sexy rivulets over her breasts, and pooled down to her navel. Sasuke then held the fruit above her mouth and squeezed again, feeding her more of the juice.

“Mmm…” she swallowed and licked her lips seductively, arms splayed above her head. Then she brought an index finger to her mouth and licked it suggestively, her heavily hooded eyes never abandoning his.

Sasuke’s breath caught in his throat. His heart thundered as he stared down at her, helplessly spellbound. She was an enchantress. A vision of pure loveliness, sprawled there before him, stained with the crimson of the Forbidden Fruit, her lust-clouded eyes whispering secrets, gratifying promises to him, tempting him ever-closer. She was a sinful little succubus, igniting the devastating force of his desire, preying upon his body. His member ached, aflame, fully engorged and pulsating for her.

She was his weakness. His undoing.

Like a man far too long denied of water, he bent his head, ravenously lapping up the nectar he had spilled all over her, working his way from her kiss-swollen lips downwards. She swallowed when he reached her left breast. The tip of his tongue flicked teasingly over her rosy, erect nipple and she immediately stiffened beneath him, every part of her overly sensitive to his touch. When Sasuke massaged the fleshy mound and then took the bud entirely into his mouth, Sakura sighed pleasurably.

“Sasuke-kun,” she purred. “Don’t stop...”

He had no intention of doing so. His hands slid over her sides, her belly, smearing the juice over a wider radius, then returned to her breast as he sucked harder, before gently capturing the tender nipple carefully between his teeth. She let out another pleading moan as he transferred his attention to the other mound, kissing and caressing.

Sakura’s pulse hurtled when his lips then descended lower, drinking up the syrup on her skin. She giggled again when he reached her flat abdomen and slurped at her bellybutton. Continuing along his path, he rained slow kisses over the contours of her hips, before lifting his head slightly.

His eyes smouldered through her in the dimness, casting a piercing stare loaded with unspoken intent at her.

“Sasuke-kun…” her voice wobbled precariously. Now that he’d taken his fill of the top half of her body, only one other was left.

He did not respond, but lowered his head and shifted back slightly, kissing tenderly at her ankles, along her lower legs, her knees, and then up her thighs, worshipping and stroking her skin as he alternated between each shapely limb, bestowing feather-light, barely-there caresses that made her feel weak inside. She gulped when he then puffed air over the soft thatch of pink curls that crowned the gateway to his own personal heaven, causing her to whimper with anticipation – before he pushed her thighs further apart and buried his face between her legs.

Sakura’s eyes fluttered shut and she moaned louder as his proficient tongue ran over her moist slit. His hands reached up to massage her breasts as he sucked at her clit, lapping her up, stimulating her and making her tingle and throb so terribly, she could not bear it.

“Oh, Sasuke-kun… mmm…” her head fell back on the cushion as she succumbed to the delectable sensations he was giving her.

He savoured the musky scent and taste of her. She was so wet for him already. The urge to embed his member within her velvety sheath was overwhelming. Sasuke knew he could not hold back for much longer. But he didn’t want her to reach release. Not right then - not from his tongue. Giving her one final, teasing lick, he drew back, and replaced his tongue with his hard, swollen length. Nestling it over her damp slit, he then placed his elbows on either side of her head and slowly slid his shaft up and down, stimulating her further with his iron-hot rod.

Sakura released a muffled mewl. The feel and heat of his thick erection, slickened from her body’s own wetness, moving back and forth over her tingling clit was indescribable. The slippery friction was delicious, and the voracious coil deep within her belly wound tighter with each unhurried rub.

“Oh…” she exhaled, her mind overrun with lust, with blinding need, as she began to grind herself up against him, gyrating her hips in agitation, seeking to increase the friction further. “Oh, Sasuke-kun… yes… ah…!”

He kissed her again, with an intensity that made her head spin, sucked on her lower lip, biting down upon it as he continued to slide himself over her. When the tingles became too much for him to withstand, when he knew from the noises she was making that she was more than ready to receive him, he positioned the tip of his aching member at her entrance and slipped inside her molten walls, hissing with pleasure at the way she closed so snugly, so tightly around him.

Sakura panted with the need to climax. His foreplay had already ensured that she was half-way there. His thickness stretched her, as always, to her absolute limits, and she revelled in it, how fully and absolutely he filled her. She moaned once more as he began to move slowly inside her, thrusting deeply, hips rocking against hers as he impaled himself all the way to the hilt inside her.

“Ahn…” her head fell to the left as he maintained the tantalising pace and depth. Sasuke’s lips were quick to claim her throat. He sucked hard, leaving angry red love-bites all over her skin, painting his own landscape upon it.

Her fingertips ghosted over him, haunting every place she touched. He could never, ever have enough of her. Eternity itself did not suffice. He would never, ever be satisfied. She was a part of him, now, forever ingrained in his mind, body and soul. There was no life without Sakura.

The overwhelming urge to quicken his motions, to fuck her brutally like a savage animal crashed over him. But the death deity resisted it. He wanted to make her simmer slowly. To beg him for the release only he could give to her. Only then would he ride them both into screaming, euphoric abandon.

“Sakura…” he murmured into her ear, licking at the lobe, before pressing kisses against her temple, her cheek. He watched her face; the way her features were contorting only aroused him further.

“Ohhh…” she released a trembling breath, feeling every sure stroke as he plunged steadily in and out of her. “Sasuke-kun… harder… please…”

He complied, bucking his hips sharply to deliver a particularly forceful thrust.

“Ah…!” she cried out. Her hands roamed along his broad back, nails scratching down his skin. He liked that, pleasure mingled with pain. Her gasps and exhalations were like a musical serenade to Sasuke’s ears as he forged deeply into her again.

“Y-yes!” The word was punctuated by another powerful thrust. “Ahn… more…!”

His tongue traced her jawline. The contact was akin to flames, licking at her skin.

“Tell me…” he breathed harshly against her lips, “what you want.”

Her eyes flew open, and she gazed at him, delirious and disorientated with need. The fire between her legs was imploring to be quenched.

“Please…” she whispered, rubbing her palms over his chest. “Oh please, Sasuke-kun! Faster…!”

“Hn.” He kissed the tip of her cute nose lazily and thrust with deliberate slowness into her again. “Not enough.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and yanked his head down, kissing him ardently, pouring every final ounce of her internal yearning for him into it.

“Better,” he relented when she broke for air, and rewarded her with two, quick thrusts in succession. When he resumed his slow place again, she released a frustrated whine, and grabbed at his backside, as if she sought to physically control and hasten his movements.

“Sasuke-kun-!” she protested. “I need-!”

“Tell me,” he sucked at her right mound again, in no rush to end the game he’d ensnared her into playing.

“Ah… please…” she attempted again, throwing all her reservations to the wind as she told him exactly what she wanted. “Please! I want you to love me hard and fast. Don’t hold back, Sasuke-kun! I want to feel it all… all of your passion!” She gasped as he pounded deeply into her again – only once. “I need it, Sasuke-kun!” she beseeched with urgency. “I need you…” she grabbed his head in her hands and kissed all over his face with senseless desperation. “I need you so much…” she repeated in a frantic whisper. “So much, I can’t stand it! You make me burn with longing…”

Pleased, he thrust again. Twice.

“Ohhh…” she moaned loudly. “Oh, Sasuke-kun… please… please…! It aches so much…!”

He exhaled heavily, thoroughly turned on, and ran the tip of his tongue torturously along her bottom lip as his fingers laced through her hair.

“Don’t torment me…” she panted, her body quivering with need. The tension hurt so much. He had to have mercy on her. “Sasuke-kun! Please! Love me. I want only you. Only you, forever… mmmph.” She kissed him feverishly again. “My king…” she breathed against his lips, letting the last two words hang emphatically in the air, along with everything they meant.

She visibly saw his self-control snap. Enthralled by his power, by his dominance, she could only watch breathlessly as he growled and withdrew all the way out of her – before plunging back in, his rhythm fast, hard, and ruthlessly relentless. Sakura choked out broken cries of approval, gripping tightly onto him as he fucked her deeply, roughly, thoroughly, his member tearing against her walls, creating such torturous, agonising friction that everything else around her vanished away.

There was only the acute awareness and overpowering sensation of her king slamming viciously in and out of her, and the thunderous racing of her erratic heartbeat. There was only the infernal heat of their bodies, the sweet music of their coupling as they rocked together to a rhythm as old as time, the blazing, all-consuming anguish of the incurable fever they cast upon each other.

The erotic, squelching sound of Sasuke pounding her, of slick skin slapping against slick skin reverberated deafeningly in her ears. Sakura could barely catch a breath. It was as though she was on the verge of drowning in a turbulent, tempestuous ocean, and Sasuke was her only anchor, her only hope of salvation.

Her toes curled and her nails dug into his back, forming deep crescent grooves as scorching, freezing electricity surged through her, prickling every nerve ending – as if Sasuke was directly channelling a lightning stream of chidori through her. He was so very deep inside, she could feel his tip striking her cervix. The shocking, pulsating tingles within her clenched tighter and tighter, the inner thread winding with unbearable tension – until it finally snapped, exploding like fireworks, like a volatile detonation, white-hot and searing, tearing a hoarse scream from Sakura’s throat.

“Ahnn!” Her hips jerked uncontrollably against his as she climaxed, writhing and twisting beneath him like a woman possessed. But his weight kept her trapped firmly in place, and he did not cease in his movements.

“Sasuke-kuuuun!” she cried, back arching. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

Sweet, excruciating pleasure zigzagged through her entire body, so strong in its force that it ripped the air from her lungs, leaving her unable to articulate anything else other than trembling half-sobs as her walls contracted rhythmically, sending wave after wave of mind-numbing euphoria coursing through her.

“Sakura- hahh…” Sasuke’s eyebrows furrowed and he groaned loudly into her neck, heart pounding and hips bucking wildly as her divine walls fluttered and clenched around him, propelling him into the heavenly summit of release. Grunting with effort, he did not relent in his merciless thrusts, breathing raggedly as he squirted his thick seed inside her in hot, spurting bursts. She felt the residue seep like molten lava down her inner thighs as he continued to plough in and out of her. There was only Sakura as he rode out the peaking spikes of ecstasy, completely delirious and drunk on the pleasure rush his queen gave him.

The soaring ascent into elation gradually faded, replaced by the afterglow of descent. The death god groaned deeply again as he placed one final, bruising kiss upon her lips and then slumped on top of her, head resting upon the cushion of her left breast, listening to the sound of her chaotic heartbeat as it gradually slowed and settled. Sakura stroked his hair tenderly, and there was peaceful silence for a while in which they caught their breaths and listened to the soothing crackling of the fireplace.

When she eventually broke the hush, she sounded exhausted. Sasuke smirked smugly against her skin, masculine pride swelling inside his chest as he lazily caressed her left side. He’d evidently quite worn out his woman already. But surely she knew they hadn’t yet finished?

Their bodies were sticky with perspiration and the syrup from the fruit they’d consumed. He intended to have her again when they bathed together. To roam his hands all over her warm, wet flesh as they cleansed. His appetite for Sakura was utterly unappeasable.

“Sasuke-kun…?”

“Hn.” Eyes closed, he could not seem to summon a more coherent response. He was too comfortable in his position, and his mind was still blown from the orgasm that had torn through him like a rip-tide.

When she spoke again, there was a teasing lilt to her melodious voice. One that made his smirk curve into a genuine, half smile.

“I definitely like pomegranates best.”

Description
Pomegranate

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Of all that burns, this is the worst,

A scorching, unquenchable, consuming thirst,

He paints bloody crimson upon her skin,

Sets her alight, with touch of sin.

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The opulently furnished bedchamber was bathed in the flattering glow of golden candlelight. A pleasantly aromatic scent of cinnamon and wood-smoke hung in the fragrant air. They were curled up together on the soft rug in front of the warm fireplace, lying on their left sides, surrounded by the generous piles of plump, satin cushions scattered there. A silver tray carrying a crystal decanter of ambrosia and a matching goblet rested beside them, as well as a bronze bowl bearing a selection of appetising fruits, including red grapes, strawberries, figs and pomegranates.

Sakura’s back was cradled snugly against Sasuke’s front. He reclined leisurely, left elbow propped against the cushions to allow his hand to support his head, left leg extended underneath him, while the right was draw up slightly behind Sakura’s body. A goblet of ambrosia was in his other hand. He was dressed casually, in a loose, full-sleeved, unbuttoned black shirt and matching, baggy trousers. His feet were bare.

In front of him, Sakura, too, wore informal sleep-wear. She looked alluring in a short, lace-trimmed, delicately strapped silk chemise that barely grazed the middle of her thigh in length. It was a deep shade of seductive crimson. Sasuke always liked her in red. Her long hair was unbound, the way her king preferred it. The sweet, floral perfume of the oils she had applied earlier reached his nose. She smelled mouth-wateringly delicious, as always.

Content, he sipped on his drink as he listened to her recount the tale of Jason and the Golden Fleece. Her voice was as sweet as honey, a soothing caress to his senses. He always enjoyed hearing her read so expressively.

Sakura paused as she reached the end of the story.

“Wow. What an adventure,” she exclaimed. “So this magical Golden Fleece… is it still around?” she questioned, tapping an index finger at the illustration in the thick, leather bound book she was studying.

Sasuke tilted his head right slightly to get a better look at the old parchment paper.

“I have never seen it,” he answered, before finishing his drink and setting the goblet aside.

“But it sounds like a miracle cure for everything. What a shame that it seems to have gotten lost over time,” she remarked.

The death deity snorted at that. “It’s for the best. Nations would only wage war to possess it.”

Sakura sighed. It was a disheartening thought. “You’re probably right,” she agreed. Then, mischievously seeking to provoke her king, she said thoughtfully, “I can’t decide which of these handsome heroes I like best. Perseus, Theseus, Jason…”

“Hn. None,” Sasuke muttered disapprovingly, bending his head to bury the tip of his nose into the crown of hair upon her head. He inhaled deeply, relishing her feminine scent.

“Did you ever meet any of them?”

“I saw Perseus, once,” he replied distractedly.

“And…?” Sakura bit her lower lip when he lifted his right hand to push aside the curtain of silky hair that concealed her flesh from his sight. His fingers then began to trace from her shoulder, up along the graceful curve of her neck. The slow, sensual touch sparked little tingles to surface along her skin.

“He was nothing special,” Sasuke dismissed, eyes following the path his fingertips were taking.

She bit back a giggle. How very like her brooding king, to condescend other men they both knew could not compare to him in any department.

“But Heracles was,” Sakura declared. “Listen to what it says about him, here-”

Sasuke’s thoughts, however, had ventured down other, more decidedly carnal routes. His hand redirected to gently stroke the outer contour of her right thigh, slipping underneath the hem of her revealing nightgown. She tried in vain to remain focused, to ignore the dangerous sensations his electrifying touch elicited.

Sensations her body seemed to continually and gluttonously crave.

He breathed into her ear, “Close the book, Sakura.”

She could sense his want, his hunger, but dared to push her luck further.

“But I just want to read this part about-”

His right hand fell impatiently away and he reached around her to slam the cover shut. He didn’t want to listen to a physical description about damned Heracles. Besides, he’d already listened to two stories, and that was surely enough for one sitting. How did she expect him to concentrate for too long on anything else but her, dressed as she was and nestled so close to him?

“Sasuke-kun!” she protested. “You made me lose my page!”

“Hn. Seventy three,” he informed her nonchalantly, and tossed the book away, beyond her reach. When she tried to move after it, his right arm locked possessively around her midriff and drew her more firmly back against him again, as his lips brushed along the slant of her shoulder.

“I always respect whenever you’re reading,” she huffed – only to yelp when his lips clamped down at the back of her neck and he gave her skin a long, hard suck.

“Don’t lie,” he admonished. She’d discarded his books and seduced him into love-making multiple times in the past. He was merely returning the favour.

“Well, usually…” she corrected, and then seemed to forget her short-lived objection entirely, when his scorching tongue ran tantalisingly along the side of her neck. “So that’s it,” she said, a smile playing upon her lips. “You’re jealous of all those heroes.”

Jealous? What in the world did he have to be jealous about? He had something far more precious than any of those fools ever had. He had Sakura. He bit down into her skin at that, prompting her to gasp, and his arm unwound from around her, palm sliding up her front to cup her right breast. He kneaded it gently, thumb pressing over her concealed nipple. He smirked smugly to himself when he massaged it in circular motions and felt it immediately harden at his touch.

“No,” he scorned haughtily, lifting his head again to nibble at her cute little earlobe. Sakura giggled, hunching her shoulder up reflexively. He knew how ticklish she was, and always seemed to play it to his advantage.

“It’s okay to admit it,” she continued to tease. “Sometimes, we have to realise that there are others who are- mmm…” she broke off abruptly and hummed appreciatively when his right hand lowered again to push up the hem of her flimsy nightdress, seeking fingers caressing the erotic curve of her exposed rear.

She wasn’t wearing any underwear, he realised with approval. It wasn’t like she needed it then, anyway. He felt the ravenous beast within him stir at the sight of her smooth, toned, pert backside.

Sakura’s head lolled to the left, baring the right side of her neck fully to him – just as Sasuke had wanted. He lowered his lips and placed slow, burning kisses along her skin.

She exhaled, pulse starting to quicken with growing arousal. “Sasuke-kun… that feels so good.”

He continued to kiss her neck, his movements unhurried and torturous. His hand then slipped to her front, lowering to find her heated core. He stroked her folds lazily with an index finger, basking in the way she shuddered pleasurably against him.

“You were saying something,” he murmured against her skin, his finger not ceasing in its ministrations. It slid lower, circling her opening. He could feel her getting damp.

“Ah…” she sighed.

“About heroes,” he prompted.

“Hmm,” she hummed. “Yes. I need a hero…”

Sasuke kissed her shoulder.

“To save me…” her voice wobbled when his thumb pressed over her clit and slowly proceeded to stimulate her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“From…?” he pressed his lips against her right temple.

“From your… wicked… ways…” his queen’s breath hitched when he sucked sensually at her neck again and heat began to rapidly pool into her lower belly. By Elysium! The combination of his disarming touch and his smooth, deep voice rumbling seductively in her ear was too much. She could feel the strength and heat of his chest, pressing against her back like an iron bar. Her thoughts were quickly unwinding, becoming incoherent threads. She could feel herself coming undone.

Sasuke smirked darkly. “You don’t,” he licked at her earlobe again, “want to be saved,” he murmured with confidence, applying greater pressure with his thumb as his free hand crept around her front to fondle her left breast.

“Ohhh…” she moaned softly. The needy sound was like a catalyst that spurned an unstoppable reaction in his veins, set his blood alight with insatiable lust. “No, Sasuke-kun,” she yielded.

It was the truth. She didn’t want to be saved. She was irrevocably his, wanted him to ravish and consume her until there was nothing left in her for him to devour.

Sasuke watched intently as her eyelids fluttered shut. She was just starting to surrender herself fully to him – when he abruptly pulled his hand away, straightened, and whispered into her ear, “Sit up.”

Confused - and a little disappointed that he’d stopped paying attention to where she needed taking care of most - she complied regardless and turned her head to gaze questioningly at him as he reached behind her for the fruit bowl. She blinked when he lifted his other palm to cradle her left cheek, thumb stroking tenderly at her skin.

Stormy eyes met hers, and as always, Sakura felt herself plummeting into those boundless dark depths. They drew her in, mind, body and soul, like inescapable gravity. Mesmerised, she found that she could not look away. The warm light from the flickering hearth threw dancing shadows upon Sasuke’s face in all the right places, sharpening and accentuating his sculpted features.

His thumb swept over the feminine curve of her jaw, before tracing over her bottom lip. He seemed entranced when her lips parted slightly at his touch.

Beautiful. She was so beautiful. How had he attained such a jewel, more priceless than even the rarest gems contained within his world?

He lowered his head to press his lips against hers so chastely that Sakura was quite taken aback by it. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to it, and like a tentatively blooming flower the trembling kiss slowly unfolded.

Sasuke was the one to break it, and ran his fingers admiringly through her hair, savouring the softness of her tresses. He then lifted his left hand, and Sakura saw that he was holding something between his index finger and thumb.

A crimson pomegranate seed.

His eyes keeping hers prisoner, he raised the large, plump seed to her mouth. Sakura accepted his offering, sighing contentedly as her teeth crushed the pulp and incredible sweetness exploded upon her tongue. Sasuke watched her, transfixed, feeling a dark thrill as he fed her two more seeds and she took them, her pouting lips staining a deep hue of blood-red as she allowed the fruit’s nectar to leak sensually from them.

It was the ultimate expression of Sakura giving herself to him, of her belonging to him, and him alone – her willingly eating from the damning, Forbidden Fruit of his realm. His right hand rose to stroke the side of her neck, before slipping under her chin, angling her head back further as he leant forward.

Lips inches apart, he fed her another seed. She moaned quietly, and this time her lips closed around his index finger before he could draw it completely away. Sasuke’s heart quickened and he felt fire flare between his loins when her tongue began to swirl around the captive digit. She sucked at his fingertip, looking up at him wantonly with glimmering emerald eyes that smouldered with seduction and sang to his body, beckoning to him.

It drove him insane with desire. Riveted, he observed her, feeling his manhood stir beneath his clothing. Then he slowly pulled his finger out, and unable to resist the allure of her lips any longer, lowered his head to claim them with his own. His tongue plunged into her oral cavern, lapping up the remains of the fruit’s sticky syrup. He kissed her slowly, passionately, savouring the perfect blend and taste of pomegranate and Sakura.

His queen’s small hands lifted and glided up the bare front of his torso, pushing his open shirt back and off from his shoulders. Sasuke pressed a palm to the back of her head and deepened the kiss, heavy-lidded eyes remaining open, watching her all the while. Her nails dragged down the defined pectoral muscles of his chest, and she shifted, seeking to bring herself closer, to bridge the gap between their bodies.

But again Sasuke broke the kiss, fingers closing lightly around her throat as he shook his head once at her.

“Sasuke-kun…” she said quietly. Keeping one hand around her neck, he lifted a handful of seeds with the other and held them above her mouth. She accepted them eagerly, thirstily. He then lifted the fruit and took a generous bite, chewing the seeds until sweet juice filled his mouth.

Sakura released a huskier moan as he captured her in another sweltering kiss, opening his mouth to allow the nectar he held to flood into her own. The juice trailed down their chins and throats as their tongues sparred together, caught in an erotic dance. Sakura looped her slender arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest and sliding up onto his lap as she hardened the kiss. Giddy pleasure coursed through her. The combination of his blistering lips moving against hers and the saccharine flavour of the pomegranate washing over her taste-buds delighted her senses.

Sexy. By the gods, he was so incredibly sexy. He made her long for him all the time, with a mindless desperation that startled and unsettled her. Turned on, Sakura moaned yearningly against his lips again, the throbbing heat between her legs increasing. His hands moved to cup her face. The intimacy of the gesture further fanned the flames within her. She could not suppress the shudder that jolted down her spine when the God of Death then pulled back slightly, and tilted his head to pursue the crimson trails on her skin with his tongue, licking down and then up, branding her with the ferocious heat of his lips.

Her body was thrumming and pulsing with excitement and anticipation. She loved his fiery intensity. She craved it, with every fibre of her being. Exhaling with bliss, she allowed her head to fall back entirely as Sasuke sucked possessively at her throat.

Her back arched, pressing her front more firmly against his, and her king lifted his head to breathe hotly into her ear, “You’re mine, Sakura.”

“Yes,” she murmured, though she needed no reminding. Her fingers waded encouragingly through his fine hair, when a hard arm snaked around her and finally, finally crushed her close. He bent his head once more to the juncture between her right shoulder and neck and exhaled against her damp flesh, breaths coming out heavier, more laborious, betraying his own growing need. She could feel his bulging hardness under her, felt his hastening heartbeat beating strongly against his chest, and a stab of desire flared between her legs.

She then gasped as Sasuke abruptly raked his fingers through her hair and yanked her head even further back, at an almost uncomfortable angle, so that she was entirely vulnerable to the pillaging actions of his teeth and tongue. But the way he was paying special reverence to her throat felt far too damned good to hurt.

“Yes…” she smiled. Still kissing her jawline, the death deity then gently lowered her back to lie upon the furry rug and satin cushions, meeting her lips again in another tantalisingly unhurried kiss as his hands worked to discard his lower garments. He then dragged down the straps of her nightgown, pulling the loose, light material all the way past her hips, baring her naked form entirely to his ravenous gaze.

He breathed out slowly. The glow from the fireplace tinged Sakura’s body with a golden sheen, and like an afflicted man consumed by avarice, he wanted to possess every last glistening inch of her. Reaching out for the other, untouched half of the pomegranate, he held it over her breasts, smirking deviously as he gazed down at her, a decidedly devilish glint in his eyes.

Sakura bit her lip and giggled when he squeezed the fruit, sending seeds tumbling, dripping nectar onto her skin. The garnet liquid trailed sexy rivulets over her breasts, and pooled down to her navel. Sasuke then held the fruit above her mouth and squeezed again, feeding her more of the juice.

“Mmm…” she swallowed and licked her lips seductively, arms splayed above her head. Then she brought an index finger to her mouth and licked it suggestively, her heavily hooded eyes never abandoning his.

Sasuke’s breath caught in his throat. His heart thundered as he stared down at her, helplessly spellbound. She was an enchantress. A vision of pure loveliness, sprawled there before him, stained with the crimson of the Forbidden Fruit, her lust-clouded eyes whispering secrets, gratifying promises to him, tempting him ever-closer. She was a sinful little succubus, igniting the devastating force of his desire, preying upon his body. His member ached, aflame, fully engorged and pulsating for her.

She was his weakness. His undoing.

Like a man far too long denied of water, he bent his head, ravenously lapping up the nectar he had spilled all over her, working his way from her kiss-swollen lips downwards. She swallowed when he reached her left breast. The tip of his tongue flicked teasingly over her rosy, erect nipple and she immediately stiffened beneath him, every part of her overly sensitive to his touch. When Sasuke massaged the fleshy mound and then took the bud entirely into his mouth, Sakura sighed pleasurably.

“Sasuke-kun,” she purred. “Don’t stop...”

He had no intention of doing so. His hands slid over her sides, her belly, smearing the juice over a wider radius, then returned to her breast as he sucked harder, before gently capturing the tender nipple carefully between his teeth. She let out another pleading moan as he transferred his attention to the other mound, kissing and caressing.

Sakura’s pulse hurtled when his lips then descended lower, drinking up the syrup on her skin. She giggled again when he reached her flat abdomen and slurped at her bellybutton. Continuing along his path, he rained slow kisses over the contours of her hips, before lifting his head slightly.

His eyes smouldered through her in the dimness, casting a piercing stare loaded with unspoken intent at her.

“Sasuke-kun…” her voice wobbled precariously. Now that he’d taken his fill of the top half of her body, only one other was left.

He did not respond, but lowered his head and shifted back slightly, kissing tenderly at her ankles, along her lower legs, her knees, and then up her thighs, worshipping and stroking her skin as he alternated between each shapely limb, bestowing feather-light, barely-there caresses that made her feel weak inside. She gulped when he then puffed air over the soft thatch of pink curls that crowned the gateway to his own personal heaven, causing her to whimper with anticipation – before he pushed her thighs further apart and buried his face between her legs.

Sakura’s eyes fluttered shut and she moaned louder as his proficient tongue ran over her moist slit. His hands reached up to massage her breasts as he sucked at her clit, lapping her up, stimulating her and making her tingle and throb so terribly, she could not bear it.

“Oh, Sasuke-kun… mmm…” her head fell back on the cushion as she succumbed to the delectable sensations he was giving her.

He savoured the musky scent and taste of her. She was so wet for him already. The urge to embed his member within her velvety sheath was overwhelming. Sasuke knew he could not hold back for much longer. But he didn’t want her to reach release. Not right then - not from his tongue. Giving her one final, teasing lick, he drew back, and replaced his tongue with his hard, swollen length. Nestling it over her damp slit, he then placed his elbows on either side of her head and slowly slid his shaft up and down, stimulating her further with his iron-hot rod.

Sakura released a muffled mewl. The feel and heat of his thick erection, slickened from her body’s own wetness, moving back and forth over her tingling clit was indescribable. The slippery friction was delicious, and the voracious coil deep within her belly wound tighter with each unhurried rub.

“Oh…” she exhaled, her mind overrun with lust, with blinding need, as she began to grind herself up against him, gyrating her hips in agitation, seeking to increase the friction further. “Oh, Sasuke-kun… yes… ah…!”

He kissed her again, with an intensity that made her head spin, sucked on her lower lip, biting down upon it as he continued to slide himself over her. When the tingles became too much for him to withstand, when he knew from the noises she was making that she was more than ready to receive him, he positioned the tip of his aching member at her entrance and slipped inside her molten walls, hissing with pleasure at the way she closed so snugly, so tightly around him.

Sakura panted with the need to climax. His foreplay had already ensured that she was half-way there. His thickness stretched her, as always, to her absolute limits, and she revelled in it, how fully and absolutely he filled her. She moaned once more as he began to move slowly inside her, thrusting deeply, hips rocking against hers as he impaled himself all the way to the hilt inside her.

“Ahn…” her head fell to the left as he maintained the tantalising pace and depth. Sasuke’s lips were quick to claim her throat. He sucked hard, leaving angry red love-bites all over her skin, painting his own landscape upon it.

Her fingertips ghosted over him, haunting every place she touched. He could never, ever have enough of her. Eternity itself did not suffice. He would never, ever be satisfied. She was a part of him, now, forever ingrained in his mind, body and soul. There was no life without Sakura.

The overwhelming urge to quicken his motions, to fuck her brutally like a savage animal crashed over him. But the death deity resisted it. He wanted to make her simmer slowly. To beg him for the release only he could give to her. Only then would he ride them both into screaming, euphoric abandon.

“Sakura…” he murmured into her ear, licking at the lobe, before pressing kisses against her temple, her cheek. He watched her face; the way her features were contorting only aroused him further.

“Ohhh…” she released a trembling breath, feeling every sure stroke as he plunged steadily in and out of her. “Sasuke-kun… harder… please…”

He complied, bucking his hips sharply to deliver a particularly forceful thrust.

“Ah…!” she cried out. Her hands roamed along his broad back, nails scratching down his skin. He liked that, pleasure mingled with pain. Her gasps and exhalations were like a musical serenade to Sasuke’s ears as he forged deeply into her again.

“Y-yes!” The word was punctuated by another powerful thrust. “Ahn… more…!”

His tongue traced her jawline. The contact was akin to flames, licking at her skin.

“Tell me…” he breathed harshly against her lips, “what you want.”

Her eyes flew open, and she gazed at him, delirious and disorientated with need. The fire between her legs was imploring to be quenched.

“Please…” she whispered, rubbing her palms over his chest. “Oh please, Sasuke-kun! Faster…!”

“Hn.” He kissed the tip of her cute nose lazily and thrust with deliberate slowness into her again. “Not enough.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and yanked his head down, kissing him ardently, pouring every final ounce of her internal yearning for him into it.

“Better,” he relented when she broke for air, and rewarded her with two, quick thrusts in succession. When he resumed his slow place again, she released a frustrated whine, and grabbed at his backside, as if she sought to physically control and hasten his movements.

“Sasuke-kun-!” she protested. “I need-!”

“Tell me,” he sucked at her right mound again, in no rush to end the game he’d ensnared her into playing.

“Ah… please…” she attempted again, throwing all her reservations to the wind as she told him exactly what she wanted. “Please! I want you to love me hard and fast. Don’t hold back, Sasuke-kun! I want to feel it all… all of your passion!” She gasped as he pounded deeply into her again – only once. “I need it, Sasuke-kun!” she beseeched with urgency. “I need you…” she grabbed his head in her hands and kissed all over his face with senseless desperation. “I need you so much…” she repeated in a frantic whisper. “So much, I can’t stand it! You make me burn with longing…”

Pleased, he thrust again. Twice.

“Ohhh…” she moaned loudly. “Oh, Sasuke-kun… please… please…! It aches so much…!”

He exhaled heavily, thoroughly turned on, and ran the tip of his tongue torturously along her bottom lip as his fingers laced through her hair.

“Don’t torment me…” she panted, her body quivering with need. The tension hurt so much. He had to have mercy on her. “Sasuke-kun! Please! Love me. I want only you. Only you, forever… mmmph.” She kissed him feverishly again. “My king…” she breathed against his lips, letting the last two words hang emphatically in the air, along with everything they meant.

She visibly saw his self-control snap. Enthralled by his power, by his dominance, she could only watch breathlessly as he growled and withdrew all the way out of her – before plunging back in, his rhythm fast, hard, and ruthlessly relentless. Sakura choked out broken cries of approval, gripping tightly onto him as he fucked her deeply, roughly, thoroughly, his member tearing against her walls, creating such torturous, agonising friction that everything else around her vanished away.

There was only the acute awareness and overpowering sensation of her king slamming viciously in and out of her, and the thunderous racing of her erratic heartbeat. There was only the infernal heat of their bodies, the sweet music of their coupling as they rocked together to a rhythm as old as time, the blazing, all-consuming anguish of the incurable fever they cast upon each other.

The erotic, squelching sound of Sasuke pounding her, of slick skin slapping against slick skin reverberated deafeningly in her ears. Sakura could barely catch a breath. It was as though she was on the verge of drowning in a turbulent, tempestuous ocean, and Sasuke was her only anchor, her only hope of salvation.

Her toes curled and her nails dug into his back, forming deep crescent grooves as scorching, freezing electricity surged through her, prickling every nerve ending – as if Sasuke was directly channelling a lightning stream of chidori through her. He was so very deep inside, she could feel his tip striking her cervix. The shocking, pulsating tingles within her clenched tighter and tighter, the inner thread winding with unbearable tension – until it finally snapped, exploding like fireworks, like a volatile detonation, white-hot and searing, tearing a hoarse scream from Sakura’s throat.

“Ahnn!” Her hips jerked uncontrollably against his as she climaxed, writhing and twisting beneath him like a woman possessed. But his weight kept her trapped firmly in place, and he did not cease in his movements.

“Sasuke-kuuuun!” she cried, back arching. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

Sweet, excruciating pleasure zigzagged through her entire body, so strong in its force that it ripped the air from her lungs, leaving her unable to articulate anything else other than trembling half-sobs as her walls contracted rhythmically, sending wave after wave of mind-numbing euphoria coursing through her.

“Sakura- hahh…” Sasuke’s eyebrows furrowed and he groaned loudly into her neck, heart pounding and hips bucking wildly as her divine walls fluttered and clenched around him, propelling him into the heavenly summit of release. Grunting with effort, he did not relent in his merciless thrusts, breathing raggedly as he squirted his thick seed inside her in hot, spurting bursts. She felt the residue seep like molten lava down her inner thighs as he continued to plough in and out of her. There was only Sakura as he rode out the peaking spikes of ecstasy, completely delirious and drunk on the pleasure rush his queen gave him.

The soaring ascent into elation gradually faded, replaced by the afterglow of descent. The death god groaned deeply again as he placed one final, bruising kiss upon her lips and then slumped on top of her, head resting upon the cushion of her left breast, listening to the sound of her chaotic heartbeat as it gradually slowed and settled. Sakura stroked his hair tenderly, and there was peaceful silence for a while in which they caught their breaths and listened to the soothing crackling of the fireplace.

When she eventually broke the hush, she sounded exhausted. Sasuke smirked smugly against her skin, masculine pride swelling inside his chest as he lazily caressed her left side. He’d evidently quite worn out his woman already. But surely she knew they hadn’t yet finished?

Their bodies were sticky with perspiration and the syrup from the fruit they’d consumed. He intended to have her again when they bathed together. To roam his hands all over her warm, wet flesh as they cleansed. His appetite for Sakura was utterly unappeasable.

“Sasuke-kun…?”

“Hn.” Eyes closed, he could not seem to summon a more coherent response. He was too comfortable in his position, and his mind was still blown from the orgasm that had torn through him like a rip-tide.

When she spoke again, there was a teasing lilt to her melodious voice. One that made his smirk curve into a genuine, half smile.

“I definitely like pomegranates best.”