Azra's father burst into the room, his face going pale. The teddy was torn apart, its stuffing soaked in blood, bird feathers scattered around.
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"Who did this?" Alison's voice was tight, her eyes searching Ahmet's face.
He remained silent, his gaze dropping to the floor.
"Again," she whispered, her voice trembling with both fear and anger.
"Why, Ahmet? Why can't you see how dangerous this is?" Alison's voice cracked with desperation as she gripped his arm.
"I know, darling," Ahmet whispered, his gaze distant and haunted. He took her hands in his, his voice barely audible. "But you know how hard I've tried. Just... give me one more chance."
Alison's breath hitched, a silent tear escaping down her cheek.
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The green pearl slowly started revealing as Azra opened her eyes. She took a deep breath, the memories of the previous night flooding her mind.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he had teased with a breathy rasp, his voice laced with shameless intent, "I'll be gentle... and I'll guide you through every bit of it."
Remembering his words, her face turned crimson. She turned to look at his place beside her, but Alihan wasn't there. Her hand moved over the sheets, still warm from where he had been. Her lips curved into a bright smile.
She realized her body was covered in his T-shirt, reaching down to her knees. She looked stunning in it, the fabric clinging to her, highlighting her delicate curves. He hadn't left her exposed after their passionate night; he had covered her with his shirt, and that small act of care made her feel cherished, bringing a sense of pride and warmth to her heart.
"Thank you, Lord, for giving me him," she whispered silently, her heart swelling with gratitude.
She tried to get up, but a sharp ache in her lower body made her wince, reminding her of the intensity with which he had claimed her. It felt as if he was still there, lingering inside her, just as he had promised.
The thought alone made her cheeks flush with a deeper shade of pink, shyness enveloping her. As she gingerly made her way towards the bathroom, her legs felt weak, each step a reminder of his relentless passion.
