Hello! Welcome to another one-shot of mine! I have an idea for a Sai x Ino fic, but I'm not sure how well it'll do since it's not as popular a pairing as SasuSaku or NaruHina. So, I'm posting this for feedback. If it does well, I'll turn it into an actual story. Anyway, thank you for reading! Hope you enjoy it!~

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"You're enchanting," Sai calmly said while staring at me over the top of his wine glass. I rolled my eyes, entirely annoyed by his always-emotionless demeanor. 

Sipping from my own crystal glass, I narrowed my gaze, "I'd be flattered if you meant that." 

Guarded black eyes remained that way as the agent tilted his head quizzically, "Are you suggesting I'm lying?" 

"I'm suggesting you're delusional, my dear husband," I mocked his habit of referring to me as his beloved wife, though we're actually just pretending. At the same time, my family's murderer is being identified and brought to justice. 

Sai's lips turned into the fake grin he often dons, "Please, explain why you see me in such a poor light, My Love." 

There he goes again. We've been hiding out for weeks together now. Does he think I can't tell he's annoyed as hell right now? The way he remains composed at all times while I lose my temper, cry, or laugh makes me feel like I'm overreacting when, in fact, his responses are the ones that make no sense. 

Not this time. I've had it with his nonchalant way of toying with my emotions. 

He'll say such sweet, doting things one moment, then treat me as the temporary assignment that I am in the next. It's as though he gets some kind of kick from watching me swoon and then be brought back to reality repeatedly. 

Whilst attempting to remain levelheaded like him, I took a deep breath before responding, "You only compliment me because you see it as part of your job." Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and a bout of self-doubt ate at my chest as I set my now-empty glass on the table between us, keeping my eyes on it, "But that's not the case." 

The man didn't even try to respond and remained where he was, staring at me with an unruffled mask of an expression. 

It was enough to rid me of my anxiety. I met his gaze again, speaking with a more solid resolution, "Your job is to protect me from harm and pretend to be my husband if we run into anyone outside this house, not all of this extra stuff you've been doing." 

The memory of the absent touches, late-night cuddling, endless words of apparent infatuation, and the few kisses he's stolen behind the walls of this house are driving me insane. It has to stop because I know myself too well. I recognize this feeling deep in my gut. I'm close enough to the edge to look over and see the disaster awaiting when our time together runs out. He'll disappear. We'll never see one another again because this is just a bodyguard assignment for him at the end of the day. 

Sai's a pro at what he does, if nothing else, so he expertly shut down my blatant invitation to start an argument. Instead, he affectionately reached across the table to rest a hand atop mine, "You've seemed restless all day today. I'm worried you're coming down with something. Perhaps you should get some rest." 

A huff passed my lips as I slid my hand out from beneath his, "I'm not doing anything until you agree to knock it off." 

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, Darling. Have I done something you dislike?" Sai sipped his wine again, finally looking away from my face. 

Irritated heat began rising to my cheeks, but I tried to ignore it and pretended to be unaffected, "I want you to quit touching me and kissing me. Stop saying whatever you want just because it's entertaining." 

The agent's smile became tenser, as did his tone, "You don't enjoy it?" 

My mouth clamped shut, and he looked at me again, never one to miss a single detail. A hint of something, like a predator realizing they'd trapped their prey, crossed his face but quickly disappeared. 

I can't be honest with him, not entirely. As much time as we've spent together, I've learned one thing, and that's that Sai is ruthless once he finds a weakness. If I tell him that my heart can't take his unserious advances much longer, the man will take advantage of my emotions to gain and retain complete control of the situation. I'll be a puppet on his strings. More so than I already am.

For a long moment, neither of us looked away or spoke, but then I swallowed my yearning and steeled my face, "No." I got to my feet and walked into the kitchen to rinse my glass, speaking so he could hear me over the sink, "You're right, though. I need some rest." 

When I turned the faucet off and turned around with the intention of going upstairs to my room, I jumped with a surprised gasp when Sai was standing directly behind me. The smile was no longer on his lips. 

"Now who's the delusional one?" Sai's voice was cold and calculating, daring me to deny the accusation.

I stepped as far away as possible, so my back hit the counter, glaring to mask my unease, "I'm not interested in debating this with you. Move." 

The man didn't obey, unsurprisingly. Instead, he placed a hand on the counter on either side of me so I couldn't escape, leering at me with a frown, "Facts are indisputable, Ino. No debate is needed." 

This guy. How is it possible that he has zero interest in his own safety while also having the pride of a demon from hell? He's a walking contradiction, a red flag parading around as a modelesque government agent with honeyed words and undeniable sex appeal. 

Sai looked at my lips, the aura surrounding us becoming more sensual. I stiffened when he leaned in, pressing a hand over his mouth. Tears finally overflowed because even now, all he cares about is entertaining himself. I'm obviously upset with him, and he still tried to kiss me and ignored everything I said. His eyes widened ever so slightly as I gave up, inwardly cursing my inability to match his level of poise. 

My voice cracked as I breathed out, trying not to burst completely into sobs, "Sai, please." 

As though someone flipped a switch on his personality, the man stepped back with his hands half raised calmingly, fake smile intact, "Of course. My apologies." 

Slowly, I stepped around him, not averting my gaze for a moment in fear he'd drop his facade and try to tempt me once more. Once I successfully retreated to my room, I threw myself haphazardly onto the bed and groaned. I swore I wouldn't let him get me worked up but failed miserably. There's no way he isn't aware of my struggle now. 

It's times like these when I miss Kiba, my ex-boyfriend. 

Things were easy with him. Comfortable. 

No matter what I said or did, he'd go along eagerly, happy to make me happy regardless of the cost. I broke up with him because of that, though. Sure, I'm spoiled, prideful, and selfish, but I'm not a complete bitch. The guy was devoted to a fault. If I hadn't cut things off, he'd have missed opportunities to develop his future in order to shape mine. 

That said, it'd be nice to rest my head on his lap and have him run his fingers through my hair like he used to after I'd had a bad day. 

Maybe it's not him who I miss, per se. I think I miss genuine, authentic communication. Everything was on the table with Kiba. We knew how we felt about one another and verbally shared almost everything, whereas Sai and I all but speak in riddles. 

Any facts he knows about me that aren't solely pertaining to my personality he had to have learned from whatever file of information he was given upon being assigned as security detail. 

The lack of initiative to casually converse intimidated me into following suit, as ashamed as I am to admit that. I know that Sai likes being in control of any and all situations, he's borderline obsessive when it comes to his job, and he has a knack for flirting. Other than that, all I can say is that he likely hasn't ever dropped his guard around another human being. 

Frowning, I turned onto my back and tossed an arm over my eyes. …Does he get tired of being so closed off? It must be exhausting to constantly shield himself away. 

Another, louder, irritated groan passed my lips as I sat up and glared at the closed door of my bedroom. That asshole's probably smug as hell downstairs. I bet he knows he's all I can think about, even though I just bluntly cut him out. 

The tension in my face faded as I sighed, resting my head in my hands as I sat on the edge of the bed. I don't know much about Sai, but I want to. I want to learn about him. What was he like as a child? How did he climb the ANBU ranks at his age? Does he have any hobbies?

My most significant curiosity is what led him to become this shell of a man. I'm almost afraid to learn. 

With nothing else to do but sulk, I showered and slept.

At some point in the night, I was startled awake by the sound of shattering glass. Flashes of Dad's funeral passed my vision as I shot out of bed, eyes trained on the door. 

Is it them? The people who assassinated my family? 

Is this how they felt before they died? 

My hands trembled as I fumbled to open the nightstand's drawer and grasp the small pistol Sai hid there for emergencies. I gasped, a terrified whimper escaping my mouth as I realized Sai had yet to show up. Is he investigating that sound? What if he's hurt? I tried to picture it and found myself creeping toward the door when I realized there'd probably be sounds of fighting if that were the case. Did they kill him? The idea put my body in motion no matter how scared I was. 

As soon as I opened the bedroom door and turned into the hall, a shadowed figure moved in my peripheral. Completely terrified, I pointed the gun that way and squeezed the trigger when the dark shape abruptly began approaching. Amidst the shock, I was enveloped by strong arms. Shaking and petrified, I choked on my breath. 

"Your aim is terrible." 

Sai's voice met my ear, and overwhelming relief flooded my veins. The gun slid from my grasp as I burst into sobs, hugging his middle to bury my face in his chest and muffle them. He loosened his tight grip, a large hand on the back of my head, fingers in my hair as he spoke, "It was just a kid trying to break in. I took care of it." 

"I'm sorry," I managed to say into his shirt. 

"No apology is necessary. You did exactly what you were supposed to do." Sniffling as my tears began to slow, I pulled back to wipe at my eyes and search his face. He smiled and rested a hand atop my head as though praising a child, "You could use some training, however." 

I frowned and nodded silently. 

The man's smile fell a little, "Please go back to bed. There is no danger." 

My teeth automatically gritted together, my eyes dancing to the dark hallway behind him and then to the open door of the bedroom. Tightness stung my chest as I fearfully hesitated. He paused before speaking softly, "I'll stay until you fall asleep." 

That's how I ended up exactly where I said I no longer wished to be, and that's in the same bed as him. In a tiny act of defiance, I lay with my back to him and tried to ignore his presence. For over an hour, I lay there, stubbornly remaining silent and still. 

"Perhaps I should leave," Sai broke the quiet. 

I kept my eyes closed and sighed, "How'd you know I'm awake?" 

A drop of amusement tainted his usually stoic tone, "You have a tendency to curl yourself around whatever's near when you sleep. Seeing as the pillows and I are still without your embrace…." 

My face warmed with a humiliated blush. We've only slept in the same bed once when I had a fever. How did he make such an observation from just that? 

"Contrary to what you may believe, it won't falsely convince me you've taken back your request that I keep my distance." 

I said before I could stop myself, "I'd be a hypocrite if I did." 

"True." 

I turned to look over my shoulder and saw him lying on his back with one arm bent behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. He smiled when he noticed my gaze but didn't turn to face me, "The difference is that I welcome such affection. Potential hypocrisy shouldn't impede your desires. I won't hold it against you." 

Must he always be so eloquent?

Cautiously, I rolled onto my other side and faced him, studying his handsome profile in the dark room. When neither of us said anything, and he continued staring at the ceiling with glazed-over eyes, I asked a question that's been on my mind since the day we met, "You're not single, are you?" 

As usual, Sai's composure remained unbothered. He closed his eyes with a smirk tugging at his lips, "You're asking this now? That's a question for strangers." 

Frowning, I decided to give up on playing his game of hidden agendas and spoke my mind, "We pretty much are." 

This time, the man reacted. He turned to face me, calculating gaze studying mine, "Do you make a habit of lying in bed with men you don't know? I'd judged you as a more prudent woman." 

A scoff passed my lips. My lifestyle is no secret from the public. Since my father was such an influential politician, paparazzi often followed me around. As a healthy twenty-two-year-old woman, I haven't been shy about enjoying clubs and the occasional hook-up during times I was single. 

Sai avoided my question, so I avoided his, "Then what would you call us? Peers? Acquaintances? Or maybe you see an assignment when you look at me." 

The hardening in Sai's gaze was minute, but I didn't miss it. He took a moment to ponder his following words before responding almost threateningly, "There are many words that come to mind when I look at you, Ino, but they're none of those." 

Don't push it. Don't ask him to say them because then things will get uncomfortable like they were yesterday when I witnessed his shamelessly flirting with Yugao, another agent. The way they spoke insinuated they had a sexual history, maybe more. 

I'm a possessive and jealous woman, if nothing else, and Sai is a man who sees himself as the property of the Hokage, so the relationship would never work. Job first, and everything else comes second to him. 

Honestly, if the faux persona of a doting husband he puts on around others was accurate, I'd be smitten. A tug met my heart as I realized that's probably why I feel this way. 

Do I like Sai, or is he so good at his job that he fooled even me? 

"It's fascinating to watch you fret. The blue in your eyes seems brighter, somehow."

Finally, I blurted out, tired of pretending to be a stronger person, "It may entertain you to string me along like you have, but I don't find it funny." 

Unlike earlier in the night, Sai didn't bother putting on a fake smile and instead looked at me as though words were on my skin for him to read. 

"Maybe I'm not the prudent woman you expected, but I refuse to be treated like a toy for you to play with on a whim." 

"I didn't anticipate my actions to affect you so strongly," he finally said. It was impossible to decipher what he meant, though. 

Sighing, I closed my eyes with the intention of trying to fall asleep again because the conversation felt close to ending, "A woman wanting to be treated with respect. How unexpected." 

Inwardly, I cringed. That came off harsher than intended. I won't take it back, though, because it seems as though I've finally gotten through to the straight-faced man. 

"Bewitching." 

My eyes opened to lock onto Sai's in surprise, "What?" 

His gaze narrowed almost angrily, "Captivating. An unobtainable treasure that relentlessly entices me." 

I shook my head slightly, glaring at him in warning to stop before he took things too far. He's only saying all this to get back on my good side. There's no way he actually means it. 

Sai inched closer, lifting a hand to finger a strand of my hair that'd fallen over my shoulders to rest on the bed between us, eyes lowering to it, "I see how I've hurt you, and it's undoubtedly futile to attempt stealing you away for myself, but your allure is irresistible." 

"I'll apologize if you request it, but know it'll never be genuine," he met my gaze again. For the very first time, the tiniest sliver of emotion touched his eyes. 

Is that yearning? Stubbornness? Anger? I can't tell. The only thing I know is that this is the most authentic he's been since our first encounter. Either that, or he's putting in more effort than usual to fool me.

"You're lying," I tried, clenching my teeth when my voice came out more breathy than intended. 

"What would you have me do to prove myself, Ino?" Sai asked more loudly, surprising me. He continued, seeming to work himself up in an unfamiliar way, "I'm prepared to die to protect you. I've barely prevented myself from completely ravishing you because making you a martyr for my desires would be too selfish." 

The blush on my cheeks tripled in strength as a kiss of red met the tips of the man's ears, "I-I don't understand…. I thought-" "Any presumptions you have are tainted." 

I tried to inhale through the disbelief. Who in the world is this man before me? It can't be Sai because Sai would never be this vulnerable or passionate. As I unconsciously inched closer to the man, I tried not to jump into the strong temptation to kiss him immediately, "Do you mean that? I'll never forgive you if you're lying." 

Sai's brow furrowed, and he seemed about to move away rather than mirror my approach, "I want you, Ino, I do, but we can't." Suddenly, Sai's manner of speaking had devolved. Is it because he's caught off guard? 

My fingers trembled slightly as I wrapped them around his wrist, the one holding a strand of my hair, "Why not?" 

"I'll just become more obsessed. I'm certain of it. I won't be able to stay away, even when the assignment's done." 

Never before had I pictured what life may be like with Sai in it because, until now, it never seemed like a possibility. For once, I didn't go through all the pros and cons in my head and simply shook my head, "It's okay." 

He frowned, seeming surprised, but leaned in rather than away so our noses brushed, "You'll end up hurt." "So hurt me." 

Jesus, fuck. The sexual tension this man's giving off is unbelievable. I can feel the lust rolling off of him in waves. I wish he'd just do it already. I've never been anxious like this, even when I first lost my virginity. What does he look like under those black clothes? Is he the type to be gentle? What are his preferences? 

My mind reeled as I waited for his self-control to break, and when it finally did, it was like a rubber band snapping at the speed of light. It wasn't soft or tender like I half-expected. No, Sai's lips were demanding against mine, desperate and hungry. My body shivered with anticipation as he came over me. He seemed larger than before, blocking out everything surrounding us. It was only him. 

As his tongue swirled against mine, I reached down to grasp the hem of my shirt to take it off, only for him to hold my wrist and pin it to the bed. He pulled back to gaze at me through half-lidded eyes, "Don't. I'll do it." 

Control. 

That's Sai's thing anywhere else, so I shouldn't be surprised that it is here, too, but I am. It was a little intimidating to give it to him because I've always been the confident one in my past sexual encounters. I don't know how to be subservient. 

Long fingers left my wrist and slid beneath my shirt to hold my waist as Sai kissed me again. Since I'm apparently not allowed to undress myself, I ran a hand into his hair and focused on all he was doing. Our chests pushed together as he pressed against me, between my legs, causing my back to arch up. 

His body is so solid, so sturdy. God, I want him. 

An aggravated sound left my chest as Sai released my lips to kiss my neck. 

We were breathing a little heavier, so his voice was slightly winded as he whispered against my skin, "Don't be impatient." 

I held either of his shoulders, looking down as he lifted my shirt to kiss my stomach. A tiny part of me wished he'd call me by all those stupid pet names he uses, but I can't tell him that. Not now. It'd ruin the moment. I aided him in slipping my shirt off over my head and watched as he removed his own with dark eyes, taking in my appearance before coming down to slip his tongue past my teeth once more. 

The toned stomach that I briefly got a glimpse of was better than expected. Somehow, his pale skin made it seem even more attractive. 

A lull of barely contained desire fell over me with the rock of his hips against mine as though the man was hypnotizing me. Sai's calloused hands caressing my breasts, hips, and waist felt unbelievably intimate. 

All at once, the hand at my waist slid down under my pajama shorts and underwear to touch me intimately, and he pulled away from the kiss to lightly bite my bare shoulder. My neck arched naturally away as I gasped, legs tightening against his hips as I struggled not to move against his expertly massaging fingers. 

"The knowledge that you're this wet for me is dangerous," Sai suddenly breathed into my skin, licking the place he'd just bitten. An embarrassed hum left my mouth that he completely ignored. "It makes me want to destroy you." 

Why choose to say something like that? I don't understand!

I also can't conjure the strength to say that aloud because of the steady tempo his fingers were moving against me in. 

Moments later, the agent sat back on his knees, making me release his shoulders as he slid the remainder of my clothing down my legs to toss them aside. As he looked over my body with such calculating eyes, I began to feel self-conscious, which rarely happens. 

Sai ran a hand up my thigh to my hip, murmuring almost inaudibly, "You're a goddess." 

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and chest at the remark, and I wasn't sure if I should smile, frown, or outwardly react at all. A large hand squeezed one breast while the other held him up, and then the man met my gaze while leaning down to lick the opposite breast's nipple. The air in my lungs evaporated in disbelief at his confidence, but I couldn't look away because he wouldn't let me. 

Mesmerized by the lust-clouded daze in his eyes, I watched as he moved steadily lower and lower until his hands grasped my thighs and his tongue met the bundle of nerves between my legs. Then I did look away because I couldn't help it. A gasp of breath passed my lips as my back arched, fingers grasping the sheets as a way to keep my voice under control. 

If satisfaction were palpable, this room would be full because Sai was radiating it.

The closer I got to that finish line, the firmer his hands gripped my thighs until I finally lost the battle, and the man's nails dug into my skin as he pressed his tongue forcefully against me. A soft whine managed to eek past my lips as my legs shook. I don't want to think about how he became so skilled with his tongue because it'll ruin my elation at discovering such talent. When the euphoria passed, I was left sweaty and panting. 

Sai kissed my pelvic bone, eyes dancing over my frazzled appearance as though trying to memorize it, "Your taste is sweet, like berries." 

Horrified by his apparent need to comment on every little thing, I sat up and pushed with a hand on his shoulder. The man came to his knees with a warning look, but I ignored it. I matched his level and pressed a soft kiss into his lips before dipping to do the same to his jaw, near his ear, "My turn." 

It was also my turn to be satisfied because I felt him swallow nervously against my lips. The sensation urged me to continue, so I did. I took my time pressing kisses and soft bites to his skin, from his chest to that delicious torso, until I finally met his hips, where I paused to glance up at Sai. He watched me with an indescribable expression. 

Lifting a brow, I returned my gaze to the task at hand and slid his black pajama pants down to pull his sex free of their confines. Intimidation rolled up my spine as I wrapped a hand around it. 

How does he walk around with a thing like this between his legs? Will it even fit? 

If luck were on my side, Sai wouldn't pick up on my bewilderment, so I properly lowered the rest of my body so I was on my hands and knees, bravely meeting his eye as I slid it into my mouth. The muscles of his torso flexed, tension marring his brow as I began expertly returning the sexual favor he'd given me. 

Something primal flooded my lower regions when the man surprisingly ran a hand into my hair to keep it out of my face and guide the speed of my movements. 

Usually, it takes a few minutes for me to recover from cumming, but just like that, I was ready to go again. The hand that wasn't aiding my efforts to pleasure Sai twitched against the sheets. The urge to reach between my own legs was great. What the hell is going on with me? I've never been turned on by sucking a guy's dick before. Sure, I don't completely hate it, especially if the person in question returns the favor, but I wouldn't go as far as saying it's enjoyable. 

"Your mouth is," Sai paused, swallowing and tilting his head as though having trouble understanding something, "Incredible." 

Maybe it's because verbal praise has always been a kink of mine, or perhaps it's simply because of whatever weird sexual craziness has come over me; either way, a moan was muffled by his cock, the heat between my legs flaring dangerously. Shamefully lowering my gaze from his, I gave in and reached down to touch myself while continuing what I was doing before. 

Moments later, the hand in my hair pulled it, forcing me to relent his cock and sit back. Sai looked almost bewildered as he pumped himself a few times before releasing over my chest. His grip loosened as we wordlessly panted for breath, and I used the newly found freedom to look down and see the semen slowly running toward my stomach. 

When I tried to speak, he cut me off, "If you swallowed it, I'd have lost my mind." 

I became distracted by his sex gradually becoming hard again, eyes dancing between it and his face in anticipation. 

Then Sai was wrestling me down to the mattress, pressing against the back of my thigh to push my knee toward my body as he guided himself between my legs. A gasp shook my core as he slid into me, and my insides flexed and quivered around the sudden, sizely intrusion. While moving to test my ability to handle such a monstrous thing, the man's hands slid down my legs to guide them over his shoulders as he bent over to demand eye contact. 

Upon fully thrusting in, an unfamiliar sensation rolled through my entire body, just as pleasurable as it was borderline painful, and I struggled to grasp handfuls of sheets, "S-Sai, I don't think I can-!" "You can and will." 

I swallowed the rest of my panicked outburst and searched his face in disbelief. 

He pressed against that oh-so-deep spot again, earning a breathy mix between a moan and gasp from me, "Your body became mine the moment you agreed to do this." 

Oh. 

That's new. 

I think I just discovered something about myself. 

Entirely stunned by the wave of sexual submission that swept over me, I hesitantly nodded. Sai's voice was so quiet I nearly missed it when he muttered, "Good girl." 

My brow furrowed in confusion at why my body responded to such a thing so oddly. Though he refused to stop, he did keep his movements slow as he slid out and then back in, hands grasping my wrists and pinning them to the pillows. Tears stung the corners of my eyes as that stinging sensation shook my spine again. 

The sturdy expression on Sai's face didn't falter, but he did offer oddly encouraging words as he gradually increased the speed, "You feel like heaven around my cock." Each time his tip would press against that sensitive spot, a moan or cry would pass my lips, though I tried to bite them back. 

Eventually, the time came that I'd adjusted to his size, at least mostly, and a low rumble shook Sai's chest as he released my wrists. I tearfully watched him kiss the inside of my leg as he held my thighs so my feet would remain over his shoulders, though he wasn't bending me like a human pretzel anymore. 

When he noticed my still-stunned condition, he finally allowed them to fall off his shoulders so my knees bent around his hips, and then he reached between us to massage circles into my most sensitive spot. The next time he pressed fully inside, the sting paired with the pleasure, and my chest heaved, one of my hands clasping over my mouth to muffle the loud moan that escaped. 

What was that just now? It felt like I'd die! 

"Let me hear. Tell me how much you like it." 

I hesitated, and the man quickened the pace, drawing out an even louder moan as I grasped the pillow behind my head with one hand and the sheet with the other, "I like it, okay? I like it!" 

Sai didn't slow down like I expected since I did as requested. Instead, he tilted his head, "Not enough. Do better, and I'll let you cum." 

Lord, if I'd known he'd be like this in bed, I wouldn't have-

Actually, I would've. Who am I trying to kid? 

"I don't know what to-!" A gasp cut off my admission, Sai's hips hitting mine roughly. At this point, I'm not sure if he's capable of doing it much quicker. 

"Say you love it." 

The tears welled up to blur my vision as I neared a second climax, "I love it!" 

His jaw flexed, a soft groan meeting the air as he came to hold himself up with a hand near my head, the other holding my jaw still so I couldn't look away, "Use my name. Say you love me." 

Wait a second. He wants me to say I love him? But we only just admitted to liking one another! That's skipping quite a few steps! 

In response to my silence, Sai's movements began to slow, as did the build to my endgame. 

Panicking, I surprised even myself by blurting out, "I love you, Sai!" Blushing in humiliation, I squeezed my eyes closed, "J-Just don't stop." Past me would be so disappointed. Never in my life did I picture myself bending to a man's will like this. 

The pace revamped to the point that I almost immediately fell into oblivion. My head fell back, the attractive man's hand sliding down to loosely encircle my throat. I grasped his wrist, crossing my legs around his hips as my insides spasmed uncontrollably. A sensual, desperate moan left me, a dirty and perverted sound I never thought I'd make. As I descended back to Earth, Sai's rhythm stuttered before he pressed fully inside, and a heated feeling softly erupted around him. 

Exhausted, I panted for breath. By far, that was the best climax I've had in my life. 

Quite the opposite of how he'd just fucked me, Sai gently brushed hair away from my face to kiss me sweetly. My hold around his wrist loosened, and he moved to interlace our fingers. I opened my eyes sleepily when he pulled away to instead kiss my neck and shoulder, "You were amazing, Beautiful." 

"You're insane," I mumbled, relishing how it felt for his sweaty body to press against mine as we continued catching our breath. 

"If you can convince me you didn't like it, I'll apologize." 

My fingers tightened around his hand as I felt him begin hardening inside me. He rose to meet my gaze, dark eyes appearing warm for the very first time, as though the doting personality he always dons was actually true, "You're otherworldly." 

Butterflies appeared in my stomach like earlier, the compliment distracting me from whatever I wanted to say. 

Sai kissed my lips once before mumbling, "Again." 

I frowned, "I'm too tired." 

He pulled out, stealing the breath from my body. As he guided me to my hands and knees, he said, "I'll do everything. All you have to do is enjoy it." 

...…..

A groan passed my lips as the fog of sleep began fading. It's cold, but it's also warm. Confused, my eyes crept open. 

That's when the memory of all that'd happened last night returned because a very naked Sai was holding me close. One arm was beneath me, bent so that his hand held my head to his chest. The other arm was wrapped around so his fingers rested against my lower back and bottom. His chest is moving slowly, steadily, so I'm pretty sure he's still asleep. 

I realized it felt cold because the blanket had fallen to our hips. If not for his body heat, I'd have likely been woken by it. 

At first, I was a little scared of how dominant Sai became last night, but that went away when he quickly reverted to a comforting and gentle person right after, as though trying to ensure I wasn't seriously affected by it. 

Closing my eyes, I begrudgingly snuggled closer to his chest. 

Maybe he's terrific in bed, but he still could've given me a little more warning about what I was getting myself into. I bet he found it amusing how surprised I was. What a jerk. 

As I felt his fingers unconsciously twitch in my hair, the irritation dissipated. A blush warmed my face. No one's ever said such sweet things or treated me so affectionately. Even Kiba, who's by far my most pleasant ex-boyfriend, would be too shy to say some of the things Sai has. That's why I love Sai. He doesn't let things like-! 

Wait, love? 

I can't love him. I barely know him! 

My body moved independently, and I ran an arm over his side to hold him closer, pressing my forehead to his skin with closed eyes. I think I am falling for him, though. If he's even half as wonderful as he was last night, he'll inevitably have me eating out of the palm of his hand. 

Sai's chest vibrated as he groaned softly, arms tightening around me. My eyes shot open when he suddenly kissed the top of my head before becoming silent and still again. 

Is he awake? Did he fall asleep again? I can't tell. 

Warmth enveloped my chest as I tried to picture what his face must look like, a smile tugging at my lips. 

Fuck it. 

I do love him. It's crazy, and I don't care.