Manacled Desire

6. A new love

"Don't let it get your worst" her regards surely object his conditions how things have turned worse so quick. He couldn't stop thinking during his way back home.
It took the entire way to think it through and finally standing before his door, he questioned again.
"Would setting things right mean to forget her from my heart or just to endure the strain until it perishes? I don't think it will be done" convincing this he stepped forward but surprisingly saw the door was locked. He put his spare key to use and opened the door to see complete darkness. "Isn't she home?"
He didn't bother to turn on the lights and quietly walked in without a sound. Only moonlight was lifting the hall, not a drop of sound present in her absence so he decided to wait for return instead. His trail of thoughts continued in the dark until a sudden sound broke its chain. When giving focus he figured it was coming from the left room after the hall. He quietly sneaked closer in suspicion as the sound intensified through distance. The door wasn't completely shut  as well, the thinnest ray of light was escaping from the gap, which turned his suspicion higher.
"Is she home?" he asked himself before quietly pushing the door a bit further open risking a peek.
It stun him completely.

Wrapped under a thin silk bedsheets,  on her knees and dropped at front, It was Sakura, moaning softy while her arm shaped through the bedsheets  reaching between her thighs.  "K...kyo...Kyosuke" she kept squealing from muffled voice  through her lips buried in the pillow.

"K...kyosuke" she called him from the desire that moved her body on its own. She lifted her face and it moaning out gently with the same fluster, her eyes dropped and her breathes intensifying from every gentle rub and thrust.
He couldn't stand it, his heart was pounding as a hammer and breathes getting heavy. It would be crossing limits, so he walked away silently.

He entered his room and kneeled to the floor. After a while footsteps followed out turning on the lights downstairs.

"Is this how she really feels about me?" Everything took a turn at sudden.
"If she still loves me, why did she endure it by herself in secret?" it left him thinking over and over again without a result under the admiring silence until with a few quick knock Sakura spoke from other side.
"Dinner is served. You should come down now" that's all she said before walking away.
Her same voice tingled inside every time.
"Damn it"  he slid off from the bed and strolled downstairs.
She was waiting there, by the table again serving the plates. "Should I talk to her about it?"
They sat down to eat.
He looked at her and her ever peaceful face was gone into more glooming one. Not a word to each other, she didn't even look straight at him. Nor could he say about it.

Kyosuke fell on the bed, a vague smile began to appear knowing that no matter what maybe there remained a change that she still had feelings for him, right when a text message arrived to his phone.  He checked it out holding the smile.

"You saw me, didn't you" it said.

He scurried down the stairs, swift before the door of that room. He slid it open and under the light of a single lamp and glaze of the entering moonlight was Sakura, tightening her seat on the bed, facing down like she was at waiting for him. He stepped inside and further in at ease.
"You saw me, didn't you?" The same question again demanding honesty.
"Yes"
She clutched the flowered borders of her short gown till her knees. An answer even though expected, crumbled her from within so much that she couldn't hold it compressed anymore.
"I am sorry Kyo-kun. I am sorry for everything" tears rolled down her face and dripped over her hands.
"I am sorry for not telling you anything. I am sorry for giving up. I am sorry for breaking your heart so badly. I am sorry for making you regret you loving me."

"From the day we met till now I have kept adoring you so much because you were always so open towards me and it was so mesmerizing that I wanted to keep you all for myself but I am too weak to stand up against them all.
However when everything changed yet I couldn't stop my indecency. I failed"  Tears rolling down without any stop.
"But after all this, I am your stepmother now and that won't change". Her arms were shaking from the acceptance of fate.

"Its useless" he uttered looking right at her as her eyes lift up towards him.
"It's useless to even try because, I won't be able to ever see you that way  and my so called father's wife" his brows narrowed.
"I love you and I always will. So much that it becomes unbearable to compress everything that I love about you"
He dashed in, grabbed her by shoulders and pinned her down to the bed. 
There was no bounds anymore, nothing except them two.
"Its not your fault to struggle, its both of ours and right now none of us should hold it back anymore"
Her hair was spread across the bed and those eyes red by tears with a fluster over the cheeks glazing under the moonlight, it was irresistible.
He lowered in to taste those wet heaving lips but as soon he reached close she covered his mouth with her palm.
"But...we are...."
He gently slid off her hand and held it apart "we love each other". He couldn't hold back anymore, nor could she.

He kissed her lips gently at first while lifting her gown till the waist slowly slipping his hand under it.
She squeaked softly from his warm palm over her chest fondling roughly.
Their lips parted, he pulled off her gown leaving her astonishing body fully exposed and craving for it. Her undergarments dropped to the floor and did his.
He grabbed her thighs wide open shoving it in leaving her to moan loud and clutch to the bedsheets.
"K..kyo-kun" she moaned.
He pressed his body against hers wrapping her legs around his waist.
With every shove in and out her moans intensified, her face turning red with eyes looking at his in pleasure.
She moaned louder and wrapped her arms over his broad back.

"S-sakura...san" his mind getting blank from the pleasure getting faster.
She threw her head back, her body quivered as her fingers clawed his back.
It was the feeling that she might get addicted to. His body, his scent, his touch marked every inch of her body. 

She looked up at him moaning and pressed his tender lips roughly, thinking it over again.

"Your right Kyo-kun, even I won't ever be able to see you as my son."