Your Lies | Itachi Uchiha x Reader

Chapter 30

POV – Y/n

Itachi held me close. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist, his chest flush against my back, breath hot against my shoulder. The air between us was thick with heat and sweat, our bare bodies tangled beneath the soft Egyptian cotton sheets. Every movement sparked a ripple of sensation across my skin.

His lips trailed across my shoulder and neck, slow and teasing, sending sparks through every nerve. I felt his warm breath fan against my ear before his mouth grazed the nape of my neck. His fingers traced lazy patterns along my hip, the contrast between his calloused hands and my sensitive skin making me arch slightly into him.

He reached for my hand and kissed it once, then again, more playfully. His mouth moved to my side, planting kisses that made me flinch and giggle.

"Stop!" I squealed, squirming. "You're doing that on purpose!"

"Make me stop," he said with a smirk, eyes gleaming. He continued with ticklish kisses all over my stomach.

I retaliated, kissing his neck, feeling the salt of his sweat under my lips. He was warm, solid, real. Everything about him drove me wild. His scent lingered on my skin—smoke, steel, and something earthy I couldn't name.

We stared at each other, bodies still close, breaths slowing. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. My fingers rested on his shoulder as his hands slid to my back, stroking slowly, drawing soft patterns across my spine.

He kissed me again, deeper this time. The kind of kiss that melted every thought and stilled every breath. He shifted, and I felt his thigh press between my legs—firm, deliberate, and slow. My breath hitched. A sharp jolt of pleasure coursed through me. I gasped, arching instinctively.

"Itachi—" I whispered, fingers curling against his shoulders.

He watched me closely, his Sharingan glowing faintly in the low light. His thigh moved again, slow and rhythmic, and I clung to him, breathless. He kissed the corner of my mouth, then my jawline, then behind my ear, where he knew it made me shiver.

His hands skimmed my body like he was memorizing me by touch alone—every curve, every reaction. My skin tingled beneath his fingertips. Our legs tangled together, our hips pressed flush. He was everywhere—above me, around me, inside my mind.

He kissed along my chest, then lower, tender and unhurried, until my breath caught in my throat. My fingers tangled in his hair as his mouth worshiped me, every inch of skin aflame with sensation.

I pulled him up to me, needing him closer. He looked into my eyes, searching.

"Are you sure?" he murmured.

I nodded, heart racing. "Yes."

He kissed me again, slow and tender, as he entered me. The world dropped away. My breath hitched. His lips never left mine, soft moans blending as our bodies found a rhythm. He moved with care—every thrust deep and deliberate, every touch meant to cherish.

"You feel... incredible," he whispered into my ear, voice raw with emotion.

We moved together, tangled in sheets and sweat, kisses deepening with each passing moment. His mouth trailed down my neck, my collarbone, across my chest—leaving marks that only I would see.

"Itachi..." I gasped. "Don't stop."

"Never," he whispered.

His hips bucked harder, sloppier, the rhythm growing erratic as we teetered on the edge. I could feel the way his body twitched inside me—each movement raw and uncontrolled. A deep moan escaped me, my legs locking tighter around him, my back arching to pull him even closer.