All Chapters of Falling for Sakura: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The moment Sebastian knew he had Sakura to himself, he did what he’d wanted to do most. He grabbed her into his arms and claimed her for a deep, passionate kiss.Sakura went tense the moment she felt his firm, hot lips against hers, his strong, warm body enveloping her in a tight embrace. She melted into him, her knees weakened as she leaned farther into his arms, loving the feel of him against her so much it nearly choked her with emotion.Sebastian was intoxicated by the smell of her fresh, innocent scent and the feel of her softness against him. He cupped her face, his fingers digging deep into her hair as he urged her lips to open for him, teasing her and nibbling her flesh with his tongue. When Sakura obliged and opened her mouth for him, Sebastian plunged his tongue in and explored her, caressing and stroking her, making her weak and wanting more.When he finally let her go, she was light-headed and breathless. She clutched on to him as he embraced her tight against his chest. H

Sakura tried not to think about Darcy and his rejection that morning, but it was hard. She thought back as to why he wouldn’t kiss her after he’d won the race. Perhaps he no longer wanted her? Perhaps he no longer loved her?“What’s wrong, Sakura-chan?” Akira asked at the door.Sakura looked up, surprised to see Akira there, already dressed in her yukata. This one was very beautiful, a light blue with floral design.“I did knock,” Akira said.Jane poked her head in behind Akira. “Sakura, haven’t you showered yet?”Sakura cocked her head to one side as Jane came into the room. The woman was dressed in a green yukata that matched her eyes perfectly. She looked very fetching without her glasses on and her blond hair up in a pretty bun.“Jane, you look beautiful,” Sakura said.Jane blushed. “Akira helped me with the yukata.” She did a little spin to show off the garment to Sakura. “I’ve never worn one before, but I love this. I’m going to get one to wear on special occasions.”Sakura laug

Darcy couldn’t control himself and deepened the kiss, stroking and rubbing his tongue against hers as he moved her back against the tree, pressing himself against her and feeling her softness under him. When he moved his lips from her mouth, he continued kissing her along her throat and then lower to her chest. There, his fingers lingered about her breasts, lightly caressing her with an aching so deep he wanted to rip the yukata off her person and take her there and then.His body shook wildly when he realized he was about to lose control. He gritted his teeth and lifted his head, his eyes dark and tormented with need. But Darcy wasn’t about to betray himself. He wasn’t about to betray Sebastian, and he certainly wasn’t going to betray Sakura and take her without her consent. It wouldn’t be fair, and he’d hate himself for the rest of his life.Denying himself Sakura’s kiss as the prize for winning the race this morning had been difficult enough. Oh God! How he’d wanted to kiss his Sno

“You know I can get to the clinic myself,” Sakura said, staring at Sebastian beside her.“Yes, I know,” he replied, a grin on his face. “But I want to accompany you.” He changed the topic. “How are you feeling today?” He placed the back of his hand over her forehead as he looked at her closely. The intensity of his blue eyes made her blush, and Sebastian chuckled. “Not too bad?”She pushed his hand away in annoyance. “Stop that.”“Stop what?” he asked, teasing her, his face so close to her he made her feel a little weak in the knees.“Stop looking at me like that,” she muttered. She sighed with vexation and turned her attention to the elevator door instead. It dinged in that instant and opened. Sebastian moved to the side, allowing her to exit the elevator first.They came into a posh clinic, and after Sakura informed the receptionist she was here for her appointment, she and Sebastian took their seats in the waiting area. Sebastian was holding Sakura’s hand and kept teasing her, leav

Eighteen years ago, St. Joseph IslandLittle Sakura woke herself up with a soul-piercing scream that shook her wee body with the force of fright. She flashed her eyes open, praying the monster Mrs. Byrd wasn’t there in her room, about to whip her with a belt. Her eyes were dark and wild as she scanned around the cold, bare surroundings. Once she was convinced the woman wasn’t present, she clutched the thin blanket against her person and began to whimper.“I wish I had a mama to hug me,” she cried, tears flowing down her cheeks. Instead, she hugged herself into a small ball to ease the icy coldness in the room and tried to go back to sleep.The thought of that ruthless, mean Mrs. Byrd and her daughter, Tara, however, kept her awake. They were no doubt very comfortable in their warm beds right now. She had only wanted another blanket to top this thin one to keep her warm at night. When she’d asked that morning, however, what she received in turn was a slap on the face and then ten whips