To Get There

Chapter 8

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Serkan's POV

I fucking felt those chills.

And they scared me because I'd never felt them before.

When I first kissed Eda in the elevator, I felt a whirlwind of sensations rumbling through my head.

When I drowned my lips in her neck, when I felt the warmth of her walls around my fingers and the softness of her hands around me, I felt a fire inside.

But this kiss was different, and the one that came after, that came after my thousand doubts and my endless paranoia was identical.

We were in front of the window that sheltered us from the cold of a storm at the end of September and outside it was all gray, but around me, I saw many colors burning.

I squeezed Eda's waist closing the gap between our bodies, the bodies of two enemies who continued to hate each other.

She hated this bad side of me that I persisted in showing her and I hated how she really was: so perfect.

I let my hands reach her buttocks and with a skillful movement, Eda's long legs were covered by those tiny shorts wrapped around my torso.

We kept fighting to dominate each other's lips, and I could feel her nails crawling across the skin of my neck and through my after sleep-hair.

"Serkan..."

She moaned and I heard the sweet sound of her panting voice running my body from my ear to between my legs, where she rubbed her most sensitive area feeling me hard as never before.

"Tell me to stop and I'll stop, Eda."

She lifted her eyes, crossing mine, and could not help but fall on her swollen lips.

"Don't you dare to stop."

She whispered every word to make it sound so loud in my body.

I moved us and, gently, stretched Eda on the bed, covering her with my body and she slowly unbuttoned, button by button, my shirt while I followed with my gaze her fingers down from my chest to my abdomen and then she inserted them into the fabric, slipping it away as the palms of her hands touched my shoulders.

I clung to the edge of the sweatshirt she was wearing and I was not so gentle in removing it from her body, finding only a tank top with straps on her body that let her hard nipples push through from the simple touch of our bodies.

"You're fucking beautiful."

I couldn't help but remind her how beautiful she was.

Eda smiled shyly and I noticed a redness emerging on her cheeks.

Fucking adorable.

"Come here."

She grabbed my neck again and our lips melted again as my hands traveled over that perfect body that was grinding against mine.

"Eda..."

"Hm uhm..."

She moaned.

"Listen to me..."

I wanted to reiterate, I had to.

For her.

We stopped and I noticed that she had already guessed what I was going to say.

"It'll just be physical stuff, I know Serkan. I get it. No emotion, no feeling. No strings attached."

Her words, once again well articulated but with a tone that I could not decipher, surprised me.