as the years go passing by.

my life

Seyran woke to Ferit's arms holding her body tight against his and his mouth leaving a trail of warm kisses down the column on her neck.

She sighed in pleasure. She felt warm and toasty being embraced by Ferit in the chill of early morning and she playfully wiggled her bum to burrow closer into him. She chuckled feeling Ferit's low groan against her shoulder.

"Aşkim, don't start something you won't finish."

This only goaded Seyran and she swiftly reached a hand behind her to grasp Ferit's upper thigh. She used her nails to dig into his flesh, hard enough to leave indents but not enough to wound.

In a nano-second (at least that's what if felt like to Seyran), Ferit had her flipped on her back, legs parted on each side of Ferit's hips, and arms locked above her head with one of his hand. His other hand cradled her jaw, rubbing his finger gently across her lips. He inched closer and closer, his heavy breath caressing Seyran's own parted lips. She watched as his pupils dilated and sweat beaded across his brow. His eyes followed her every movement, when she darted her tongue to wet her dry lips, Ferit went in for the kill.

"Ah, Seyro, ah.."

Every single time. Every single time he kissed her she felt like all her senses zeroed in on the man before her. She felt like all her cells just sing when he touched her like that. She felt like she could drown in his kisses and never come up for air.

Ferit slanted his mouth against hers, nudging her lips to part even wider. She felt his warm, insistent tongue against her own, his lips sucked and massaged hers in a motion that she would never tire from for as long as she shall live. She struggled to free her arms, itching to touch every bit of him, but Ferit only tightened his hold. She tried to move her mouth away from his to suck on the long column of his neck but Ferit seemed in a particular mood where only he can give torturous kisses.

Weak from his kisses, she was boneless when Ferit's hand started massaging her breasts, lifting them gently and softly biting the tip of her pointed nipples. He knew exactly where she liked to be touched and caressed- he knew her body better than she. When she started begging for his mouth to be on her again, Ferit deftly shifted and his hard body was cradled even deeper by Seyran's soft fleshy thighs. There were only her underwear and his boxer between them and Seyran wanted nothing more than to have them skin to skin.

"F-ferit, off. Clothes off!"

One of Ferit's hand reached down towards her core and, feeling her drenched through her underwear, he chuckled darkly against her neck.

"Patience, aşkim."

He aptly pulled off her underwear without making movement and poured all his attention on please his wife.

Seyran groaned at how his nimble fingers worked her. She closed her eyes at the sheer pleasure and focused on breathing but Ferit tutted her and commanded her eyes to remain open for him to see the mosaic of emotions only he can kindle from her. When he replaced his fingers with his mouth on Seyran's sensitive nerves, she almost shot up from the bed.

It was agony, it was bliss.

She loves this man with her heart, body, and soul. She wanted this man with a desperation she was almost afraid to acknowledge, if not for the fact that he wants her equally as much. She knew she was talking gibberish at him but she couldn't help it. Ferit Korhan can play her like a violin and she'd beg him to do it again and again and again.

When she finally came with a throaty shout, Ferit hoisted his sweaty chest back up so that they were at face-level again. Seeing his glistening lips and his proud, boyish smirk, Seyran (with all the remaining strength she had left) pulled him by the back of his neck and crashed her lips against his. He tasted like home and she never wants to taste anything else.

When she sucked his tongue in response and sneaked her hand under the waistband of his boxer, Ferit's deep growl reverberated into her very being and his hands grasped her thighs almost painfully to drag her centre closer to his body. When he felt how wet she still is from his recent ministration, Ferit released her lips, sucked in a breath and whispered roughly into her ear.

"I want you so bad, Seyran. I want you now. Lütfen."

She felt her own toes curl at the reaction she managed to pull from her husband, and it never ceased to amaze her how much affect she has on Ferit. The infamous çapkin becomes putty in her small hands.

So Seyran, with her hand palming him hungrily, could only nod fervently at her husband's wishes and opened her body for him to take.

And he takes, takes, takes.

But he also gives, gives, gives.

He's a generous lover, Seyran's husband is, and she trills at the fact that he is all hers.

"Mine."

Ferit, with his forehead creased, breathing laboured and sweat dripping off the ends of his hair, grunted at her words.

"What, baby?"

Seyran couldn't say much at all by this point. She was almost too far gone. But his use of the term "baby", only reserved for him to use during their carnal pleasures, gave her enough ammunition to grab him by the jaw, catch his eyes and boldly say:

"You're mine, Ferit. All mine."

She could see the moment those words hit him, and hit him it did. His eyes were almost entirely black, his lips curled back in a snarl, and he dragged her closer by the back of her knees and drove deeper, harder like a man crazed.

Seconds after he released inside her with a shout and she felt her heart soar even as her body trembled in release.

In the aftermath of their lovemaking, Ferit had his head nestled against Seyran's damp breasts as she watched his fingers draw invisible words against her stomach.

He had his face turned away from him so Seyran couldn't make out what he was thinking or feeling. She combed her fingers through his messy hair and caressed the shell of his ear.

"What are you writing?"

Ferit stopped for a few seconds, as if caught doing something he shouldn't, and then he moved his head so that it was pillowed on her belly and his face was angled towards her. She saw the troubled look on his face.

"Will everything be alright in the end?"

Seyran frowned at his cryptic words.

"What do you mean?"

"The baby.. you.. will you both be alright?"

Seyran felt her eyes prickle with tears at his voice. His usually confident, playful, almost boisterous voice seemed so small. His eyes had a faraway look and she reached out a hand to smooth out the crease on his forehead.

"I.. I'm just scared if anything happens to you, Seyran."

"I know you're worried about me. But we'll have the best healthcare this country can provide."

"But things can still go wrong, Seyran. I can't.. I can't bear if anything happens to you."

Seyran caressed his stubbled jaw, willing herself not to cry at the desperation in his voice. She smoothed back his hair and wiped a lone tear away from his cheek.

"We never know what will happen to us. It's part of life, Ferit."

Ferit sighed and turned his head away from her sight and hid his face against her belly. His voice was muffled when he responded.

"You're my life, Seyran."

Seyran could only smile sadly at the finality in his words. It was no use to debate on this topic now. She wanted him to hear words from the professionals, the people who gave him a chance in life even after his diagnosis.

She needed to book an appointment with a trusted doctor and find a team of professionals that will help them guide through this pregnancy. For the baby's sake, for her sake, and for Ferit's sake.

TO BE CONTINUED