Can Yaman International Presents: Aşk ve Gurur~ Love and Pride

Chapter 18: "Bizim Sevgimiz" ("Our Love")

At the end of Chapter 17:  "You have the candlelight. We can drink the wine after, " I said impatient as ever. I reached for him but he evaded me and pulled something out of his pocket. My scarf. He raised my arms over my head and tied my wrists together with it. My heart beat erratically. "How can I drink the wine if my hands are tied?" I asked him breathlessly. "It's not for you to drink," he smiled wickedly. He took the wine glass from the side table, swirled his fingers in it, painted a trail from the underside of my jaw to my nipple, and lowered his head. I gasped. "It's a good thing Ayhan moved rooms." "Yes. It's a very good thing," he said against my skin. "It's going to be a long night," he promised me darkly. I closed my eyes and let him use me as his canvas.

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Sanem:

When I whimpered, he looked up at me and let go of his grip on my thighs. I fell off his face clumsily into a shivering, trembling heap of limbs. I thought surely the human body was not built to withstand this much pleasure. He, evil man that he was, had deliberately set out to prove me wrong.

He untied my hands, kissed my wrists and left the bed. I dozed off until he shook me awake gently and carried me into the bathroom. He lowered my wine-sticky, depleted body into the tub then slid in behind me. He washed me while my head lolled on his chest. I felt his hardness pressed against my back and incredibly, my body stirred again. He had not taken me earlier like I had begged him to and I was halfway out of my mind.

"This is not normal. It cannot possibly be normal. If it was, people would not function at all. No one would ever leave their beds. Society would collapse."

He chuckled and nipped my earlobe. "From that first kiss, I knew this was something rare and precious. No, it is definitely not normal."

"Will it always be like this, do you think?" I rocked my hips, my tired body responding to his nearness and his need.

I tried to turn to him but he whispered, "No, love, you need to get some rest."

"I need you," I replied, knowing he never denied me anything. I reached my arms back and twined them around his neck. Despite my weariness, I wanted him. I detested the thought of him not finding release.

He slid his body down and pulled me fully on top of him, my back to his front. It took some accommodating, but he managed to drape my legs over his and enter me. The position only allowed for short shallow thrusts which made me squirm on top of him desperately. He covered my breast with one hand and slid the other one down my front. The water sloshed over the sides of the tub with my frantic movements. I was still sensitive from earlier so he kept his touch light, maddening me further.

I groaned in frustration, "I want you deep inside me. This is torture."

Instead of letting me turn over, he lowered his lips to my ear and whispered dark and dirty things in a rough voice. Things he had done to me, and things he wanted to do to me.

"You know what I like most of all? " he continued in his enthralling wicked voice while his hand was busy between my legs, "When you're about to come, like right now, you hold your breath. Then you grip me tight inside you right before you drench me. Nothing has ever felt this good."

I felt pleasure explode in short, sharp surges. Groaning my name, he bit my shoulder as he came with me. He petted me gently as I came down, still shuddering. I was utterly spent and my body felt deliciously used. His lips nuzzled my neck and he whispered sweet words in my ear while I dozed off. When his breathing returned to normal, he helped me out of the tub and dried my exhausted body while I wobbled on my feet. He lifted me in his arms and took me back to bed. As I fell asleep with him spooning me, I felt his lips on my neck.