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“Wait for me!” Ayla scurried off the bed and charged after them.
The peace after the sparkling energy of their presence made the silence between Neri and me all the more potent. Our eyes met and held.
For the longest moment, we didn’t say anything, but finally, she crawled into my arms and kissed me.
I cupped her cheeks and kissed her back, licking her bottom lip, losing myself to her like I always did. When she finally pulled away, the blankets had tented above my waist and the last thing I wanted was pancakes.
“Are you okay?” She nuzzled my nose with hers. “Is this all too much? Say if you need more time. You were so supportive and wonderful when I was healing after what Ethan did to me. You knew when I was hurting and gave me things I needed, despite your wishes. It’s my turn to protect you. And if you’d rather stay here, processing that you’re not being hurt and everything is better now, then they’ll understand.”
The seriousness of her question wasn’t lost on me.
The history between us and the darkness in which we’d swum swirled around us. I took a moment to figure out how to give her the truth.
A truth she probably wouldn’t believe because even I didn’t believe it.
After a lifetime of fighting the black smog of depression. Of living with a cloud constantly hovering over me, I hadn’t gotten used to the sunshine in my soul. The endless happiness that didn’t just come from her, or this, or freedom...but me.
I was happy, despite everything that’d happened.
I was happy because of everything that’d happened.
The reasons were scrambled in my head. I struggled to put them into comprehensive sentences, and while my mind figured out the puzzle of what I needed to say, I grabbed her around the waist and shifted her over my lap.
I sucked on my bottom lip as she straddled me, rocking herself over my hardness. Her breath caught and her nightgown rose up, sending me straight into lust.
The blankets between us drove me fucking crazy, and the heat and weight of her threatened to push me to an edge that was always far too easy to fall over whenever she touched me.
“Seni tekrar istiyorum,” I whispered. (I want you again).
Flicking a look at the corridor, Neri leaped off my lap, darted across her small bedroom, closed the door, engaged the lock, then pulled her nightgown over her head.
Fuck, she’s stunning.
Every curve.
Every shadow.
Tangled words flew from my head.
With shaking hands, I tossed back the covers, revealing my cock, weeping and painfully hard. “Come here,” I growled. “Sit on me before I have a heart attack from needing you.”
“You cured me through sex,” Neri whispered as she moved to my side of the bed, kneeled on the mattress, then resumed her place over my lap. Her belly flexed as she straddled me. Her breasts bounced as she soared upward on her knees. Her mouth captured mine as she grabbed my cock, angled me upward, then sank down excruciatingly slowly. “If I can do the same for you, then I will be at your beck and call, Aslan.”
I groaned as she kept sinking, her body hot and wet, the pressure of her around me reverting me to something primal and oh, so fucking needy. “I wouldn’t say that if I were you,” I grunted, my hands landing on her hips and pushing her harder over me. “You’ll spend the rest of your life with me inside you.”
“I wouldn’t complain,” she moaned as I spread her completely, sinking in the final delicious inch. Our eyes dropped to where we were joined. It blew my fucking mind that a part of me was inside her. Imprisoned by her strength. Fisted by the flutters of her pleasure.
I swallowed a growl. “Fuck, I’m so close, and you haven’t even ridden me yet.”
Her eyes flashed. “Do you want me to ride you?”
“Is that a trick question?” I gasped as she rose up a little, then sank back down. A stream of Turkish curses escaped me as she clenched her inner muscles, sending every cell in my body to snap between my legs.
I could come far too easily.
We were expected at breakfast far too quickly.
But I had to answer her question. Had to give her the same peace of mind that I had so she wouldn’t worry or search for signs I wasn’t coping. I’d driven myself mad trying to help her after Ethan. Fear had made me reckless, and I’d forced her to fight me off in her room on Christmas all because I was so fucking terrified of losing her.
I didn’t want her to go through that.
I didn’t want her to think there was any chance that I would leave because she was stuck with me until death did us part.
