Forbidden Attraction

Chapter 22: Forbidden Attraction

Two weeks had passed since Sasuke and Hinata had started their secret rendezvous, finding ways to hide their meetings from others. They had been using their group project as an excuse to keep Sakura at bay, allowing them the freedom to be together without anyone suspecting their hidden trysts.

Right now, they were lying in each other's arms, their bodies still entwined after making love. It had become a routine for them, a secret addiction they couldn't resist. Their bodies were drawn to each other like magnets, craving the touch and taste of each other in a frenzy of desire.

It wasn't about love or even liking each other. It was something more primal, more instinctual. Their bodies seemed to move in perfect harmony, as if they were two separate symphonies that, when combined, created a beautiful melody that resonated deep within their souls.

Sasuke's fingers traced lazy patterns on Hinata's bare skin, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't help but lean into his caress, her body responding eagerly to his touch. Hinata's lips brushed against his skin, leaving a trail of soft kisses along his jawline, her heart pounding in her chest.

They were addicted to each other, like a drug that sent them into a euphoric haze every time they were together. Their bodies craved each other, their minds consumed by the passion and intimacy they shared in those stolen moments.

They had to be careful, though, to keep their secret hidden. They couldn't let anyone know about their forbidden affair, as it would undoubtedly cause chaos and complications in their lives. So they continued to meet in secret, finding solace in each other's arms whenever they could.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, they knew that what they had was something unique and fleeting. It was a Forbidden Attraction, an addiction that they couldn't resist, and they were willing to take the risk.

"Sasuke," Hinata said, her voice barely above a whisper, as she leaned up from his chest to look into his dark eyes. Sasuke hummed, his fingers still tracing patterns on her skin, a calming sensation that sent tingles on her skin. She felt more confident around him, and her stutter seemed to disappear in his presence.

"I don't think I've ever asked you this," Hinata continued, her voice steadier now. "What do you think would happen if we were to get caught?" She looked at him earnestly, her gaze searching his face for any signs of concern or hesitation.

Sasuke's expression remained stoic, his dark eyes unreadable. He paused for a moment, as if considering her question carefully. Then, he spoke in a low, velvety voice.

"Hm, it wouldn't be ideal," he said, his fingers stilling on her skin. "There would be consequences. Sakura would be devastated, and it would cause complications with our friends, and our lives ." He spoke matter-of-factly, as if he had already weighed the risks in his mind.

Hinata nodded, understanding the gravity of their situation. She knew that being caught would have serious repercussions, but she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of being with Sasuke, even if it meant keeping their relationship hidden from the world.

"But," Sasuke continued, his voice softening as he looked into her eyes, "For now, we'll be careful. We'll keep our secret, and we'll cherish the moments we have together." He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch gentle and reassuring.

Hinata's smile widened as she leaned in to give Sasuke a tender kiss. He responded eagerly, lacing his fingers through her silky hair and giving it a gentle tug, eliciting a soft moan from her. Their lips moved in perfect sync, as if they couldn't get enough of each other.

After a few moments, Hinata reluctantly pulled away, her breathing slightly labored. She looked into Sasuke's dark eyes. "We should end the night here," Sasuke said in a low, husky voice, his breath mingling with Hinata's as he spoke. She bit her lip, feeling torn between the overwhelming desire to stay with him and the need to avoid getting caught.

"One more kiss?" Hinata asked, her eyes pleading. Sasuke's chuckle sent shivers down her spine as he pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her possessively. Sasuke's grip on her tightened, and he leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that left them both breathless. It was a moment of pure bliss in each other's embrace.

As they finally pulled apart, their foreheads resting against each other. Sasuke spoke in a low, reassuring voice. "It'll be quick. Just the weekend, and then you'll have me for rest of the week."

Hinata nodded, as she sat up slowly, feeling the absence of Sasuke's warmth already. She searched for her clothes, making sure not to leave a single item behind. She dressed herself slowly, stealing glances at Sasuke who had fallen asleep.

A soft smile played on Hinata's lips. She couldn't resist the urge to lean over and press her lips to his, savoring the taste of him one more time. Her heart swelled with tenderness as she gazed at him.

With a heavy heart, Hinata straightened up and walked towards the door, her hand on the doorknob. But then she hesitated, unable to resist the pull of Sasuke's lips. "Okay, just one more," she whispered to herself, her resolve weakening. She went back to him and kissed him again, and again, unable to get enough of him.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, Hinata pulled herself away from Sasuke's sleeping form, her lips tingling from their lingering kisses. "Okay, I should go," she said softly, biting her lip. She looked back at him once more, before finally walking out of his bedroom and out of his apartment.

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As Hinata stepped into her apartment, she let out a weary sigh. "I'm home," she said, her voice tinged with a mixture of relief and exhaustion. Mochi, her feline companion, greeted her with a meow and a gentle rub against her leg, as if expressing her happiness at Hinata's return.

Mochi had grown fond of Sasuke's visits, relishing the attention and playtime he brought into her life. She enjoyed his presence and eagerly sought his attention whenever he was around. However, there was one thing that bothered her - being locked out of Hinata's room.

Whenever Hinata and Sasuke spent time together behind closed doors, Mochi felt left out. She disliked being separated from them and often pawed at the door, meowing plaintively, hoping to be let in. She couldn't understand why her owner, Hinata, was keeping her away from Sasuke, and it frustrated her.

Hinata walked over to Mochi's designated food cabinet, retrieving a can of wet food and placing it in her bowl. Mochi's eyes lit up with excitement as she eagerly dug into the meal, relishing the flavors as if she hadn't eaten in weeks. She emitted satisfied sounds as she savored every morsel, her pink tongue flicking over her lips with delight.

Once Mochi had polished off her food, she licked her lips contentedly and made her way into the bedroom. Her keen senses caught a familiar scent coming from under the pillow. With a playful swat of her paw, she pulled out an object with her teeth.

Mochi sniffed the item, confirming that it indeed belonged to Sasuke. She claimed it as her own, with a possessive glint in her eyes. This was now her treasure, and she purred in satisfaction as she curled up with it, feeling a sense of triumph at her discovery.

As Hinata emerged from the bathroom, she spotted Mochi with the item, and she chuckled softly. "Mochi, you found Sasuke's shirt!" she said, amused by her feline companion's antics. She watched as Mochi nuzzled and snuggled with the object, making it clear that it was now her prized possession.

Hinata couldn't help but be amused by Mochi's fascination with Sasuke's shirt. It was a simple, light-blue button-down shirt that he had left behind on one of his previous visits. Mochi's possessiveness over the shirt was almost comical, and Hinata couldn't resist taking a picture of the adorable scene to share with Sasuke later.

As she settled onto the couch, Hinata decided to send the photo to Sasuke with a message: "Mochi seems to have a new favorite possession. She's quite taken with your shirt!"

Hours passed, and as Hinata read her book and Mochi continued to cuddle with the treasured shirt, she glanced at her phone from time to time.

A short while later, her phone chimed with a response from Sasuke. "Hn, she has good taste," he had replied, accompanied by a smirking emoji.

Hinata couldn't help but smile at his response. It was one of those rare moments when she got to see Sasuke's playful side, even if it was just through text messages.