Sweet Seduction

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Author’s note: This is the last chapter for Sweet Seduction. Sorry if it took me a long time to create the finale but I was debating with the other me if I should write 2 more or stop. Ugh… My finals are up next month so I really have to study. In the end, all I want for all of you is to enjoy!
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Chapter VI: Marriage Bed

One month later

“So we’re going to the Wave Country,” asked Ino, staring outside to view the scenery. She and Sasuke were at a carriage ride to the Wave Country.

“Yep.” It was midnight and they had been traveling nonstop from Fire to Wave, attempting to lose their ‘friends’ who wanted to go with them. He brushed them off with a great run. He wondered how long would it take his friends to figure out that their heading towards Wave. He shrugged. They probably thought he planned to escape to Mizu. But in the mean time, he allowed himself to relax and recall the past.

Before their relay at Lee’s room, Sasuke knew he felt deeply for Ino enough that he couldn’t control his urges. What he didn’t know that his lusts were so close to obsession. Once he’d taken her, he couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to do it again and again.

But then he couldn’t have her either knowing that her father would castrate him by some medieval way. For all they knew, Yamanaka Inoichi was very protective of his daughter. So it became instant news when he proposed to Ino. He surprised himself and the whole Konoha. Imagine Uchiha Sasuke, the greatest womanizer and rake of Konohagakure no Sato proposed to Yamanaka Ino because he wanted to bed her so badly.

But then he did and the rest is history.

This wasn’t actually his perception of marriage. For one, he doesn’t just marry a person because of pure, blinding lust. Another thing is that divorce is not practiced in Konoha. Marriage is the ultimate bond. He was taking a wife, the mother of his children and his companion ‘til his death.

So why did he marry her?

Well, why not? She is one of the most beautiful female he had ever seen in his youth—both inside and out. She also has brains. Combined with her beauty, she was as deadly as rose. Her medical ninjutsu was not a par with Sakura’s but she learned many skills other than just plain healing.

What did he want in a wife again? Nothing actually so long as she would produce him beautiful children and that his wife was happy to live in Konoha. Was that the reason? He didn’t really know.

A better question was: Why did she accept his proposal without any hesitations?

His wife of eight hours moved beside him, permitting a better angle to view the outside. “The fog is so thick outside I can barely see things!”

“Interested in fogs now, aren’t we?” Good for her. While he was wracking his brains because of marriage, she was musing over the fog.

She smiled up at him. “We don’t get much fogs in Konoha.” To his surprise, she opened the window and allowed the cool night breeze in. She was about to duck her head outside when Sasuke stopped her. “But I want to see the sceneries!”

“It’s midnight,” reminded Sasuke. “You might catch a cold or something.”

“You’re being a party-pooper!”

He smirked and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down. He closed the window without losing eye contact. “I just don’ want anything to happen to you.” It was a silent gesture of wanting, of tenderness of love, and yet she trembled slightly.

“Sasuke-kun…”

He lowered his arms and let his hands dip inside her kimono, cupping her breasts possessively. The carriage was suddenly filled with sensual tension. Good thing the coachman was distracted by the fog and was too preoccupied with the road else he would see the newly weds in their activities.

Sasuke fondled Ino inside her clothing, letting himself feel her as much as he can. Since the day he proposed to her, Inoichi prohibited any contacts they might have. He had to control every urge that attacked. It was tough but he managed without sex and anything related to it for one month. But now, having her so close in a secluded area away from everyone they knew…

Oh… he had plenty of naughty and erotic things in mind.

He chortled a groan when he felt her nipples harden in his palm. She moaned his name. “I missed this,” he said. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” As a response, she grinded her derriere on his lap. She heard him gasp and she grinned, “So much.”

His hands were almost rough when he turned her around, his mouth hard and intent upon hers. Ino arched to his embrace, arms twining around his neck.

Sasuke leaned forward and positioned Ino on the carriage seat so that he could attack the gentle contours of her neck. She sighed a happy sigh and threaded her fingers in his hair. “Poor baby,” she mumbled dreamily. “Must be really hungry, aren’t you?”

“Very.” And he began directing his attentions to her collarbone.

Their activities were cut short when the carriage came into a complete stop, propelling them both to the floor. (Sasuke is below.) He grunted.

“Sasuke-sama,” called the coachman. “We are now at the Great Naruto Bridge.”

“Thank you,” he said through his teeth. “We’ll be ‘dropping’ here.”
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“Do you think the coachman knew what were doing?” Ino asked a little while later as they walked hand-in-hand across the city.

Sasuke grunted again. Surprisingly, his wife thought the whole carriage incident is funny whilst he would want to kill the old man.

“Where are we going again?”

“It’s a house in some island. Not exactly a mansion or a fine hotel suite but it’s the perfect image of a get-away house,” Sasuke replied.

“We’re going to use another person’s house?”

“It’s for rent,” he explained.

“You’re really found of using other people’s property, aren’t you?” she teased.

“Not exactly. I can’t help thinking the farthest thing I could get you from home, the better of we’re going to be,” he whispered in her ear. “I like having you by myself without interruptions.”

“Which we always get.”

“That’s right.”
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They rode a boat to a very small island—very secluded and almost uncharted in the map. The house was at the heart of the island, trees covering the path, and it felt as though they were alone in this planet.

“It’s beautiful.” She admired the two-story building.

“I’m glad you like my taste,” he said and carried their bags upstairs.

There was a fireplace, which was surprisingly kindled at one side; a great mirror on top of it, a couch filled with pillows. What really took her breath was that the entire roof was made of glass. ‘When we make love here, I’ll be able to watch the stars,’ Ino mused.

She gravitated towards the back windows; where she alternately admired the scenery and watch the pale blue moon catch in the very special ring on her finger. Standing behind her, Sasuke wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close, bending to nip her earlobe.

“Than you, Sasuke-kun,” Ino said.

He laughed, and his breath moved in Ino’s hair and sent tingles through her body. “No need for thanks. I’ll nibble your ears anytime.”

“You know what I meant!”

His hands had rise to close over her breast, fully possessing them. “What? What did you mean?” he teased in a throaty whisper.

Ino could barely breathe. “The house… The wedding…”

Letting his hands slip from her breasts to her elbows, Sasuke ushered Ino over to face the mirror above the fireplace. As she watched his reflection in wonder, he undid her obi and slid her kimono over her shoulder. Then he unclasped the front latched of her bra and tossed it away.

Ino saw a pink glow rise over her breasts to shine in her face, saw the passion in her blue eyes, saw Sasuke’s hands brush upward over her rib cage toward her breasts. The novelty of watching her own reactions to the sensations he was stirring inside her was erotic.

Ino groaned as she saw—and felt—masculine fingers rise to her waiting nipples and pluck them gently to attention.

“See?” Sasuke whispered at her ear. “See how beautiful you are Ino? Especially when I’m loving you.”

Ino had never thought herself as beautiful, but now, looking at her image in the mirror; seeing how passion darkened her eyes to indigo and painted her cheeks with its own special apricot shade, she felt ravishing.

She tilted her head back against the hard breath of Sasuke’s shoulder, moaned as he softly plundered her nipples.

He spoke with gruff, chocked sort of sternness. “Don’t close your eyes, Ino. Watch. You’re beautiful—so beautiful— and I want you to know it.

It was hard for Ino not to close her eyes and gave herself up to the incredible sensations that were raging through her, but she managed it even as Sasuke came from behind her to bend his head and take suckle at one breast.

Watching him do this, watching the heightened color in her own face, gave a new intensity to the searing needs that were like storm winds inside her. Her eyes were fires of ink-blue, and there was a proud, even regal lift of her chin as she watched herself pleasing the man she loved.

Sasuke drank deeply of one breast, turned to the other. It was an earthly communion between one man and one woman, each one giving and taking.

Presently Sasuke’s mouth slid own over Ino’s slightly damp stomach, and then he was kneeling, no longer visible in the magic mirror. “Don’t close your eyes,” he repeated, and Ino felt her lacy undergarment sliding slowly down over her hips, her knees, her ankles.

The wide-eyed sprite in the mirror gasped, and Ino was forced to brace herself with both hands against the mantle piece, just to keep from falling. Her breathing quickened to a rasp as Sasuke ran skilled hands over her bare bottom, her thighs, the backs of her knees. He heightened her pleasure by telling her exactly what he meant to do.

And he did it.

His tongue slid into her, exploring her inmost depths, then retreating to lave her nether to enter her again.

As his tongue first touched the tenderness that had been hidden, his hands came to Ino’s hips, pressing her down on this fiery, inescapable glory. Only when she pleaded did he tug her fully into his mouth and partake of her.

Ino’s release was a maelstrom of sot sobs that finally melded together into one lusty cry of pleasure. Sasuke was right, she thought, in the midst of all of this and during the silvery descent that followed, she was beautiful.

Sasuke enjoyed Ino at his leisure, demanding her essence, showing no mercy even when she cried out and shuddered upon him in a final soaring triumph. When her own chants of passion had ceased, she was conscious of his.

Sasuke still knelt before her, his every touch saying he was worshipping her but there was sweet mastery in his manner too. After one kiss of farewell, he drew himself up.

Ino stares at him, amazed at his power over her. He smirked at her wonder, though there was a peak of that emotion deep in his eyes.

“You’re still clothed,” she complained.

“Is that a problem?”

She grinned and shook her head. Ino pulled at his obi, making his hakama flow smoothly off his hips. “Not to me.” She smoothened his black kimono off his shoulders. She traced his lips with a finger. “Behave while I play, hmm?”

He nodded.

She wrapped his arms around her, and with a handful of seals she muttered, “Ninpou: Shintenshin no Jutsu.” (Ninja Art: The Art of Valentine)

Everything in Sasuke’s world became black.
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He awakened in a very, very different setting. The room was filled with gruesome torture equipments—similar to the one his father-in-law has in his home—from whips and nails bats to electric chair and lethal injections.

He was naked and anchored to the wall, manacles closing firmly around his wrists.

If his calculations are correct, he was inside his mind—a place only Shintenshin-users could reach. Inoichi already used this on him and Sasuke already knew how to free himself. He smirked. But his wife really does surprise him.

“Welcome to my world, Sasuke-kun,” a cheery voice called to him. He shifted his attention from his manacled wrists to the direction of the voice. His jaw dropped.

Clad in a low-cut dressing gown made entirely of white lace as fragile as a spider’s web, with shadowy glimpses of skin offered up to his view from the tops of her breasts all the way to her ankles, Ino was a haunting temptress of Sasuke’s dreams… ethereal, inviting, not quite naked but not quite covered. A siren… An angel…

Ino saw the banked fires kindled in his eyes and smiled when he tried his best to regain himself.

“Where are we?” he asked, trying to fake his lust with bad-temper.

“In a torture chamber.” She grinned as she walked to him. “You, tied up to the wall. And me.” She leaned to tease his lips, but when he reacted she drew back.

Sasuke swore. “Ino.”

“You promised to behave while I play, right?” She watched as Sasuke closed his eyes as she took him into her hands. Her nails scraped exquisitely along the heavy, throbbing length of him.

“Ino…”

“I’m giving you an incentive for pleasuring me.” She massaged him and watched as he fight for self-control.

“You have a funny way of showing it.” He took deep breaths, trying to regain some self-control. She had such good hands, he thought dazedly. She knew exactly where, how and when to touch him. He felt her fingers teasing the full, taut globes at the base of his shaft and instinctively he arched his hips toward her.

Ino released him and Sasuke swore in dismay. He tried to reach for her; to drag her close so that she could finish what she had began. But the manacle chains constrained him, and Sasuke opened his eyes, growling in frustration.

Ino turned away from him to survey the collection of leather and velvet whips arranged on the wall. She selected a whip, a long-handed one with soft, delicate tassels on the end.

“You wouldn’t dare,” he whispered.

“Oh no?” She studied him closely, frowning in concentration. Then she extended the whip experimentally.

“I swear, Ino, if you try anything with that whip I’ll… Oh, God.”

The velvet tassels trailed lovingly over his thigh and moved upward to tease his thrusting shaft. Sasuke jerked backward in reaction. She dragged the tassels the other way, tangling his eager manhood in the little velvet strips. Sasuke swelled to new heights.

“Not bad, for a ninja,” she murmured with a teasing grin. She twirled the whips, letting it wrap him more tightly. Then she tugged gently and the tassels pulled briefly at Sasuke before reluctantly.

“Ino, you don’t know what you’re doing.” He could barely get the words out.

“Don’t I?” She knelt in front of him and replaced the whip tassels with her hot, tight mouth. Sasuke stared down at her head and waged a heroic battle for self-control. Every muscle in his body was strained with effort. His whole world was filled with a flaxen-haired vixen who was obviously obsessed with him. Just when he thought he would surely explode, Ino released him.

He breathed heavily, taking a step back from the edge and regaining a small measure of control. He tugged at the chains, testing their strength.

Ino delivered a gay laugh. “It takes more than strength to free yourself.”

“Can’t you just release me?”

She shook her head in disbelief. “Are you asking me to help you?”

“You are such a great tease, Uchiha Ino,” he whispered. Then he tightened one hand into a fist and yanked hard on the manacle. The weak steel catch came apart with a snapping sound and his wrist was free. He repeated the action with his other hand.

Ino stared at his free hands. She was outraged. “You were faking it. I thought I had you chained. You could have gotten free anytime!”

Sasuke laughed softly and pulled her close. He kissed her deeply and thoroughly as he waited for her mouth to be pliant and wanting beneath his. Their kiss deepened as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.

They drew apart, panting.

“Let’s go back… So we could finish this off, hmmm?” she said.

He kissed her lightly. “Go.”

She fled out of his body.
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Ino stirred, indulged in a deliciously lazy stretch. Someone was tracing soft, warm kisses across her collarbone—or was she dreaming? Just in case she was, she did not opened her eyes.

Cool air washed over her breasts as a gentle wind trailed by. “Ummmm,” she said.

“Good dream?” asked Sasuke, moistening one pulsing nipple to crisp attention with his tongue.

“Oooooh,” answered Ino, arching her back slightly, her eyes closed, her head pressed into the hard floor in eager, soft surrender. “Very good.”

Standing again, Sasuke lifted Ino up into his arms. Still feeling like some wanton Gypsy princess, she let her head fall back and gloried the liberties his mouth took with the breasts that were thrust into easy reach.

Sasuke managed—his control raging every now and then—to carry his wife to the couch and attacked her senseless there. He left one nipple to subject its twin to a tender plundering that caused Ino to moan with delight. Her hips writhed slightly, calling to their powerful counterpart.

Sasuke heard the silent plea. “You’re so warm, Ino,” he said in a ragged whisper, “so soft and delicious.” Kisses rained down on Ino’s swollen breasts, her stomach, her thighs.

At last she opened his eyes, saw Sasuke’s wondrous nakedness through a haze of sweet, sleepy need. As he ventured nearer and nearer to the silk-sheltered sanction of her womanhood, she instinctively reached up to grasp the pillow under her head.

Sasuke parted the soft veil, admired its secret with a throaty exclamation of desire and a searing kiss.

A plea was wrenched from Ino, and she tightened her grasp on the pillow.

Sasuke pressed a kiss to the cleft there, then slid his tongue along the throbbing seam. Ino jerked beneath him. He tested that cleft again. Ino moaned. He inserted his tongue into the small valley and was rewarded with her loud gasp of pleasure. Sasuke began to lave and suck her flesh, to circle the distended tip of her with his tongue. Ino gripped his hair spasmodically, starting to gasp and shake, and then she began to scream in helpless abandon.

For a few mind-sundering minutes Sasuke enjoyed the swelling morsel with his tongue. “More?” he asked, teasing her, knowing that she was half-mad with the need of him.

“More,” she whimpered as his fingers strayed on the pebble-like peaks of her breasts, plying them, sending an exquisite lacelike net of passion knitting its way through her body.

Another tormenting flick of his tongue. “Sweet,” he said. And then he lifted Ino’s legs, placing over each of his shoulders, making her totally, beautifully vulnerable to him.

She cried out in senseless delirium as he took his pleasure, and she was certain that she would have been flung beyond the dark night if not for her desperate grasp on the pillow.

Even after the highest peak had been sealed, Ino’s sated body convulsed again and again, caught in the throes of other smaller releases.

Still dazed, Ino felt Sasuke’s length stretch out upon her, seeking that sweetest and most intimate solace. In a burst of tender rebellion, she thrust him off and demanded sweet loving revenge.

She bent forward, tasted those hardening nipples; each in turn, with only the merest flick of her tongue. Sasuke groaned and grew hard for her, by degrees, as she continued to torment him.

Ino traced her tongue over Sasuke’s body as though it was radar in search of a treasure. And she found it, flicked her tongue over the tight seam of his manhood.

He froze.

“Let me,” she whispered. Her breath feathered him.

“Ino,” he choked.

Ino slid down the couch, her tongue flicking out, over the plum-like tip. He gasped. She kissed the base.

“Oh, God,” he groaned.

Ino strained downward, her tongue just touching him. She could hear him panting loudly, his heavy breathing filling the room.

“Let me,” she said.

“You don’t have to.” He was hoarse.

Her reply was to open wide and suck the tip of his manhood into her mouth. He cried out. Ino’s mouth was hot and soft, sucking him voraciously. He gripped her head, slipping his fingers into the blond tresses and chanted a crazy litany.

Ino sucked him into her mouth.

Then she sucked him down her throat.

He could not help it and thrust into her mouth.

“More,” she managed.

He thrust deep.

Ino wrapped her arms around his hips and sucked him hard.

Sasuke cried out in sexual delirium. No one has affected him as much as this woman did. He had other climaxes that would never par with the sensations she brought to him. He wanted her bad—so bad he married her—and what he was getting was infinitely breathtaking.

She was shy as well as aggressive. She was submissive and pliant though domineering at times. She let him pleasure her over and over again and reward him of tons of other experiences.

She was beautiful. She was unique.

She was his wife.

And she was making him come. He trusted she wouldn’t stop until he released himself in her and he wanted nothing more than to experience it.

“Ino.” She looked up but she didn’t stop sucking. “I’m going to come… I want you to swallow it.” She nodded in assessment and began sucking him even harder.

The tension inside him grew and grew until it burst as he felt the heat whirled around the room. The feeling became unbearable, and with a groan of pure pleasure, he felt his warm flood escape to her wanting mouth.

Ino took her time in taking all of him. She closed her eyes and savored his taste, engraving in her mind the texture and feel of him. When she released him, licking her mouth, his breathing was ragged, his face full of wonder.

When he recovered, Sasuke drew himself up and captured her in his arms. Their mouths fused in a kiss garnished with their own intimate flavor, which fueled their lusts. Their tongues mated, both wanting the other to taste their essences.

When the kiss ended, they were panting for breath.

“What now?” asked Ino.

She felt her husband moved closer in their embrace. “How many kids do you want?”

She was momentarily baffled by his question but she decided to answer. “It’s hard to be an only child and I know you want to repopulate your clan so…” She took her time to answer. “I guess six would be nice.”

“Six?”

She nodded. “How many kids do you want?”

He stared at her squarely then replied, “At least a dozen.”

“A dozen? What am I to you—a pork Hampshire?”

Sasuke chuckled at her reaction. “Relax, Ino. As said I need to repopulate my clan. Don’t look so stricken. I originally planned twenty but then, if my calculations are correct, we’ll be dead by then—probably because of heart attack. Besides, the more the kids, the more the sex.”

She blushed and looked away. “Fine talk for you. I don’t even know what’s gonna happen next.”

“Allow me to demonstrate.” Sasuke shifted her position so that one of his hands palmed her sex. She undulated against him and he laughed softly. “Easy. Easy.” When he felt her relax, he shoved a finger into her. Ino closed her eyes and gasped.

“Basically, I’m supposed to get my thing inside you.” His finger retreated and she felt a wave of disappointment.

“That’s it?”

Sasuke grinned. “That wouldn’t be nice, won’t it? He shoved into her again, using two fingers. She whimpered at the unexpected invasion. His fingers backed again a little, then ground mercilessly inside her.

“Sasuke…”

Her gasps and cries urged him to prolong his assault, blinding her with lust, feeling her tight against him. Without warning, he shoved the third finger inside her and she screamed. She convulsed, giving out a whine of pure pleasure. Carefully, he eased his fingers out of her and felt her shudder. He laid her down the couch; his knee nudged her legs apart.

“Will it fit?” she asked innocently.

Sasuke wanted to laugh. Gently, he leaned forward and whispered, “Trust me.” He kissed her, tongue driving inside her mouth to relax her. His hand reached between their bodies. She felt the wide tip of him barely going inside her, pushing wide her lips, as his tongue had done in her mouth. He moved out again, teasing.

Her body was nothing but sensation, pleasure and his.

Over and over, he repeated the motion until her hands reached blindly for his buttocks and gripped them, wanting something, anything that would quench the fire burning through her.

His hips and maleness kept teasing into her, slowly, barely, each time a little nearer of him slipped inside her. Either minutes or hours later—she didn’t know which—he deepened his penetration and froze for a moment.

He began to move, shifting and flexing, raising himself up on his forearms. She slid her hands up to those arms over his shoulders; her palms measuring the hard feel of his muscles and tendons, the powerful strength in those arms.

She then rested her palms on top of his splayed hands, feeling his hands flex with each thrust of his lower back.

He moaned her name, then pulled himself up higher, arranging the angle of his penetration so that when he was completely in her, she could feel the rise of that wondrous thrill again, the flames that licked inside her. Soon he was moving faster, deeper, and her name was a litany from his lips.

She raised her knees instinctively, and he arched his back with a deep motion and grasped her hips in his strong hands. He said incoherent things, about the heat, the tightness, and the feel of her. His words grew more graphic, to images that painted elemental and earthy,
And she grew flushed listening to him, her body sweating as he did, and the core of her felt as if she were melting.

Then it grew to her that heat, filling her and screaming for release.

“Sasuke…”

“What?” His voice was urgent and his thrusting slowed.

“I need… I want to… Hot… So hot… I need to… Make me…”

“So soon?” His face grew tense.

“Onegai…”

“Fine.” He reached between their bodies, found the center of her passion and pinched. She grabbed for him. He thrust harder and pinched harder still, giving her the release she badly wanted. He did not want her to come so soon. He wanted them to peak together, but the sensations were new to her and she needed time to adjust.

He had all night to make her feel accustomed to him.

She tightened around him, her cries filled his ears, and he groaned his satisfaction. Any minute now and…

Ino flew apart; sobbing aloud as shockwaves of pleasure rippled across her, wave after wave after wonderful wave. It felt like it went on forever.

When she came back to herself, Sasuke was carrying her upstairs without removing himself in her. They dropped unceremoniously on the bed, the sheets cooling their feverish bodies. He untangled himself from her and arranged her comfortably on the pillows.

She touched his jaw and smiled up at him. “Arigatou… You were so wonderful…”

He positioned himself on top her and drew her legs wide apart. “Don’t thank me just yet.” With one hard thrust he took her, filled her. “We’re so far from over.”
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They fucked the night away, spending hours in bed, learning each others bodies, making love, having se; with heat and passion, with sweetness and tenderness. They used the bed, the floor, the wall, the winged chair. They did it standing up, sitting down, frontward, backward, sideways. He couldn’t get enough of her, drowning in her body. And she couldn’t get enough of him.

Sunlight bathed the island, and dropped its rays on the glassed roofs.

Inside, Sasuke was sitting on the bed, his hair drenched with sweat, his face tight with pleasure and exhaustion. He was feasting on Ino’s breasts, seeking comfort on the soft mounds as Ino stroke his hair and chanted a sweet litany of his name.

Their pumping, rhythm slow and easy, showed no signs of stopping until doomsday. That is until Sasuke let go of her breast and moaned at her throat. Ino smiled against his head. He was coming, growing hard inside her. Instinctively, her walls tightened around him and he groaned. His thrusts became harder, faster, deeper, and she whimpered in receiving him.

“I… I love you…”

He froze and stared at her. Her blue eyes blazed with passion, her lips swollen from his kisses, her face flushed with tender loving. “You what?”

“I love you… I love you… I love you…” She chanted the words while mimicking his motions, gyrating him.

She loved. Elation swelled in Sasuke; until that he hadn’t realized how much he wanted, needed for her to love him. He pressed her back to the bed, and thrust into her.

When she arched up against him, he lost control. For the first time in his life, a woman overpowered him. He thrust against her, seeking deep into the glorious tightness of her.

And then he could no longer protect her. Red-hot passion ripped away the last of his epic self-control, and he surged into her again and again. He rocked gently against her, heard her breath break, and forced himself to be still.

“Too rough?” Sasuke asked in a low voice.

“No,” Ino replied. “It’s good—so good. Like flying. Like riding fire. Oh God—I can’t bear it! Don’t stop—don’t ever stop!”

Blindly, he searched through the wet silk of her hair, seeking her most sensitive flesh, discovering it taut and full. He caught her sleek nub between his fingers, rubbing and he rocked against her, harder and deeper each time.

Sasuke’s name was torn from Ino’s lips as passion wracked her once again. Her anguished cry seared through him, driving him more deeply into the heat of fire. He drank her cries, as he wanted to drink the passion rising through her, to know every bit of her, to sink into her soul.

“Forgive me, love,” Sasuke groaned even as he stroked Ino again, dragging fresh cries from her lips. “I can’t stop. It’s never been like this. I can’t—stop.”

She clawed at his back, crying again, frantic for release from the invincible tension in her body. She was shuddering, lifting, straining toward him. He drove into her with a heavy rhythm that rattled the bed on its frame. She moaned, knowing that she would shatter if she couldn’t find release. And she discovered that the shattering was the release. Her loins clenched convulsively around his manhood, then her senses exploded in great waves that lifted her entirely off the bed.

“Look at me,” he demanded, plunging once. “Me.” Twice. “Mine.” Three times. “You’re mine!”

“Yes!” she sobbed, welcoming him as he gave her his essence, his soul, his heart.

Giving her his son.
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“I’m yours,” she murmured a little while later when they recovered. She cuddled closer to Sasuke’s hard, sheet-entangled frame and traced a soft path across his chest with her fingers.

The mattress shifted as he moved to put one arm around Ino and drew her nearer still. Sasuke sighed, his fingers roving idly in her hair. “Maybe I should buy this house.”

“Hmm?”

He chuckled. “I’m thinking of buying this house and make it our private get-away from Konoha. I can’t imagine people living here after what we had done in this place.”

“We,” she mused. “I like the sound of that.”

“Good,” he said, kissing her temple. “This will be my wedding present for you.”

“Wedding present? But I—”

He muffled her protests with a kiss and rolled her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. “Deal?”

Ino lifted her hand, slowly brushing her fingertips across his jaw in a soft caress. “Alright,” she acquiesced.

He grinned, then his face grew serious. Gently, Sasuke brushed the locks from her hair and tilted her chin up to him. “Ino?”

“Yes?”

“I love you, too.”
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Uchiha Fubuki and Uchiha Fugaku stared at their parents, mentally fighting their subconscious selves whether or not they should ask that stupid question assigned by their dear Shikamaru-sensei.

“Is there something wrong?” asked their father, looking up from his reading.

The twins looked at each other then nodded.

“Anou… Tousan… Kaasan…” Fubuki looked uncentain.

“Doushite?” asked their mother.

Fugaku choose to reply, “Anou… We have this special assignment in school and Shikamaru-sensei assigned us to ask you…”

“Ask us what?”

Fubuki continued, “Why did you married each other?”

Surprisingly, their kaasan stifled a laugh whilst their tousan raised his newspaper again as if he didn’t care, but they could feel a smile forming on their father’s lips.

“Sasuke-kun…” coaxed Ino.

“You have my permission, Ino.” He winked at her from behind the newspaper.

She grinned and cleared her throat. “You can say to your Shikamaru-sensei that it was all a sweet seduction.”

The twins frowned but they nodded, unsure what their mother meant.
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