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But I was...happy.
Grateful.
Awestruck and frankly terrified at how much I wanted this.
Wanted her.
I would never get over my father’s death. Never be able to fully hide from the nightmares of my sister and cousin being ripped from my arms or my mother’s screams as she drowned.
But right here, right now, I wouldn’t change a single thing because I had Neri.
She would always come first.
Always.
And I just had to trust myself that I deserved this. That my new life wouldn’t just vanish like my old one. That this was where I was supposed to be.
“Kiss me, Aslan Avci. Prove to me that our life together begins now. That this is just our start, and what an exciting start it is.” Raising her chin, Neri smiled softly as I stepped into her and pressed my mouth to hers.
“Your wish is my command, askim.”
Her lips parted, and I groaned as her arms looped around my waist, tucking herself against my hips, pressing her belly to my rapidly hardening erection.
Fuck, this girl.
She had a spell permanently woven over me.
She had to.
There was no other explanation for how quickly she turned me on and how connected we were on every level. Spiritually, sexually, steadfastly, eternally.
Our tongues danced. Our noses nudged. And when she nipped my bottom lip, I grabbed the hem of her hoodie, ready to rip it off her—dirty apartment or not—but she broke our kiss and grabbed my hand. “Next room.”
Dragging me dazed and aching into the falling-down forest-coloured kitchen, she whispered, “Kiss me.”
I obeyed.
Losing myself in her all over again, I backed her against the damaged cutlery drawer and ground my cock against her belly.
We were both panting when she pulled away and took my hand again.
She didn’t speak as she dragged me down the corridor and into the abhorrent pink bathroom. “Kiss me.”
I smiled. “Öp beni.”
“What’s that?”
Cupping her cheeks, I backed her against the vanity. “Kiss me.”
Her crystal-blue gaze dove into mine as she breathed, “Öp beni, Aslan.”
My mouth crashed on hers, making her spine arch toward the grimy tap as I kissed her exquisitely hard. Hearing her speak my tongue did things to me. Violent things.
Her right leg hooked over my hip as she rocked against me. I dry-humped against her, remembering all the times this friction was all we permitted ourselves and all the moments I’d come in my shorts just because I couldn’t control myself.
She cried out as my zipper rubbed against her clit.
I lost another piece of my sanity, ready to yank up her dress and sink inside her, soap scum be damned.
Breathing hard, she pushed me away, took my hand, and guided me down the corridor.
I could barely walk with my hard-on.
My eyes were hazy. My ears ringing.
I needed more.
I needed everything.
Dragging me into the spare bedroom, she threw her arms around my shoulders, kissing me before I could kiss her. I lost another shred of my humanity as I slammed her against the dirty wall and fisted both hands in her hair.
Our kiss got dirty.
Filthy and wet and hungry.
I bit her lip. I licked her tongue. I drove both of us to breaking point.
She mewled and whimpered as I clamped both hands around her ass and hoisted her from the floor. I rocked my cock right between her legs. “I want to fuck you. Right here.”
“One more room,” she panted. “Have to kiss-christen one more room.”
“But I need you, you tempting little siren. I said I wouldn’t do this and look at the state you’ve put me in. Again.”
She sighed with a soft giggle. “One more room and then, if you behave, I’ll let you fuck me.”
My stomach swooped. “Do you honestly think I need your permission when you’ve teased me this much? When I know how wet you are beneath that dress?”
Her stare narrowed, flashing with fire and heat. “Want to hear another fantasy, Aslan?”
I trembled. “I don’t know. Do I? Will it make me come right here before I get inside you?”
“Maybe.” Shrugging too innocently, she pressed her mouth to my ear and whispered, “I want you to take me without my permission one day. Just pounce on me and take me. Hard. Wild. Tie me up. Make me beg. Just like the books I read.”
Slicing lust carved through my heart, chased quickly by ever-present worry. “But wouldn’t that remind you too much of him?”
Her eyes flared. We didn’t often talk about Ethan anymore. I trusted that whatever she’d accepted the night I’d run and she’d told Wayne Gratt what Ethan had done, she’d found some form of healing.
But I still worried.
Still wondered if she had nightmares like I did.
I supposed I’d soon learn if she was truly coping, seeing as we were now defacto man and wife, sharing a hearth and heart.
My thoughts turned black thinking about Ethan.
Whatever Zara had told the police and whatever software her boyfriend had used to bounce Ethan’s phone number all over the world had seemed to work.
