Irresistible Temptation (A Naruto Love Story) Book Two

Irresistible Temptation (A Naruto Love Story) Chapter 7

As soon as we got home, I changed into my pajamas, not really feeling the dress anymore. Zabuza didn't push me to talk after our run in with my old teammate. I kept to myself as we left the Leaf, trapped in my own head.

Grief. Regret. Guilt.

They seemed to swallow up any words I could possibly muster.

He left to go over mission plans with Haku, who resided in the partial apartment downstairs. He normally left us alone, only coming up to see Zabuza.

Naruto... Iruka said he'd kept to himself since the Mist mission, when I ran off. It's been almost three months; he isn't over it yet?

Then again, I'm one to talk. I'm nowhere near over any of it; I just concentrate on my blossoming affection for this man and my training.

Stewing in my thoughts, Zabuza appeared in the bathroom door entrance as I brushed my teeth. Modesty out the window, I let him look over me in just a tank top and pair of sheer panties. He remained silent, his head resting lazily against the doorframe.

This poor man... I probably ruined this whole 'make Lucy's first real birthday awesome' plan of his.

Rinsing my mouth out, I finally faced him, hands shyly going behind my back.

"Listen I'm really sorry about how things went down today... I know you wanted to make it special, and I went and fucked it up. I should have known he'd show up there..."

I kept my head down, feeling his eyes on me.

"...No. I won't forgive you that easily; not this time."

My head snapped up just in time to see him suddenly charge forward, snatching my wrists and pinning me harshly against the cold tile wall of the bathroom.

"Z-Zabuza, what are you do-"

He cut off my protest, his lips immediately coaxing me quiet.

What's gotten into him!?

His mouth was relentless, his rough lips making me weak in the knees as he devoured me. In the only way he knows will shut me up, and shut my mind off. Heat flushed over me, tightening the muscles below my waist pleasurably as he let go of one of my wrists to yank my tank top up.

Wow!

My breath hitched, nowhere near used to this sort of exchange, him being rougher and more in control than usual.

Our past love making was just that; making love. That's how he always approached it, as something passionate and slow, sensual in every aspect.

This is something completely different; but God do I love it.

He noticed my shock, growling lowly, before latching his mouth onto the base of my throat.

"Mine." He growled, voice vibrating against my skin as his abnormally sharp teeth grazed me.

That word.

That word alone struck me as I finally broke, tipping my head back and letting out a breathy moan.

His. I'm somebody's. Finally, after all these painful lonely years; I belong to someone.

"Yours..." I gasped, his hand gripping my hip almost painfully.

He leant up, hand that was hanging onto my hip going to clasp around my throat, squeezing just enough to get me to look at him, but not enough to deplete me of oxygen. In any other situation; I would have gotten scared.

Other than just turning me on further, I know the hand around my throat isn't a violent action.

I looked into his grey eyes; intense with animalistic intentions, amongst the love and raw sexual lust mixed within.

I trust him. I love him.

Gently, I caressed his face with my free hand.

"Yours..." I repeated, but softer.

And suddenly, as I watched him lean into my touch; I realized where this suddenly came from.

"Zabuza, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going back. I love you."

His eyes opened slowly, searching my own violet gaze, and I know he's looking for the lie in my words.

Suddenly his hands were underneath my ass, hoisting me up as I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist, gripping his shoulders.

A little warning would be nice next time, jeez...

Clinging to him, I slowly dragged my tongue up the base of his throat to his ear, loving the low growl he emitted from the back of his throat.

I can be rough too...

Reaching up, I tangled my fingers in his hair and yanked his head back as I latched my mouth onto his throat, letting my canine teeth dig in. He dug his finger into my ass in response, suddenly dropping me onto our bed.

Hours later, he lay sound asleep underneath me, both of us covered in bruising love bites and pink scratch marks.

I could feel it in his every move, every kiss, every moan; he's afraid I'll leave. It was palpable, as if he was screaming it at the top of his lungs.

How could he not think I'd miss my old life though? It's only normal.

But that doesn't mean I'd suddenly decide to go back; I could never go back even if I wanted to. That's half the reason I left in the first place; but also so I can finally make sense of who and what I am. I guess during the short amount of time I've started that journey, I've come to fall in love with this man.

That was the first time I ever said it...

My face flushed with heat, cheek pressed against his naked chest.

And I mean it; despite the lack of time together, I can see it so clearly in his every action that I mean the world to him. How could I not fall in love with such a complicated man?

I can finally belong to someone, to have someone just to myself.

I wouldn't give him up for the entire world.

"Lucy...?"

I cracked an eye open, gaze narrowed.

"I'd think it would go without saying I'm in no physical position to train today, Zabuza." I snapped.

It's too fucking early.

I heard him chuckle as I attempted to ignore him, grabbing the comforter and yanking it over my head to block him out.

"Come on, baby. I want to show you something."

I turned onto my right side, away from him.

"Not a damn thing you say will get me out of this bed, so I'd give up while you're ahead." I mumbled, stuffing my face into this heavenly soft pillow.

He was quiet, making me think he'd given up.

Thank God...

"What if I asked you to marry me?"

... I stand corrected... that woke me up.