From london to Istanbul/Kenan Yildiz

detailed love Part 28

Amelia's POV

The night was nothing short of magical, filled with moments that I knew I would cherish for the rest of my life. As Kenan and I layed in the dimly lit room, the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains, I felt my heart pounding in my chest. This was the moment I had been both anticipating and fearing, but as he looked at me with those deep, soulful eyes, all my fears melted away.

He stepped closer, his hands gently cupping my face, and I could see the love and care in his expression. "Amelia," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, "I want you to know that I'm here with you, and I'll never rush you into anything you're not ready for."

His words touched me deeply, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I had never felt this close to anyone before, never felt so completely understood. "Kenan," I whispered back, my voice trembling with emotion, "I trust you more than I've ever trusted anyone. I want this. I want you."

He smiled softly, leaning down to kiss me, and in that kiss, I felt everything—his love, his desire, his promise to take care of me. It was as if the world around us had disappeared, leaving just the two of us in this bubble of intimacy and connection.

As our kiss deepened, I could feel the heat between us growing. His hands moved from my face to my waist, pulling me closer, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. My heart raced as his lips trailed down my neck, sending waves of sensation through my body. I had never felt anything like this before—this intense, overwhelming need that seemed to consume me.

He paused for a moment, looking into my eyes, silently asking for permission to continue. I nodded, unable to find the words, and he began to undress me with a tenderness that made my heart ache. Each piece of clothing that fell to the floor felt like a barrier being removed, leaving me vulnerable but safe in his hands.

When I was finally bare before him, I felt a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation. I had never been so exposed, so open to someone else, but the way Kenan looked at me made me feel beautiful, cherished. His eyes roamed over my body, filled with admiration and desire, and I felt my cheeks flush with warmth.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe you're here with me, like this."

I reached up to touch his face, tracing the lines of his jaw, and smiled. "I want this, Kenan. I want you."

His breath hitched, and he closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to steady himself. When he opened them again, there was a determination in his gaze that sent a thrill through me. He slowly undressed, never breaking eye contact, and when he finally stood before me, I couldn't help but admire how perfect he looked. His body was strong, sculpted, but there was a softness in his demeanor that made me feel safe.

He guided me to the bed, laying me down gently, as if I was something precious. The bed felt cool against my skin, but Kenan's warmth quickly enveloped me as he joined me, his body covering mine. He kissed me again, this time with more urgency, and I responded with a hunger that surprised even me. Our bodies pressed together, skin against skin, and I felt like I was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

As his hands explored my body, I felt a mix of nerves and excitement. This was new, uncharted territory for me, but the way he touched me, so gentle and respectful, made me feel at ease. His fingers traced patterns on my skin, sending shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but arch into his touch.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.

I nodded, my breath coming in shallow gasps. "Yes, Kenan. I'm more than okay."

He smiled, relief washing over his features, and he leaned down to kiss me again. This time, his kisses were slower, more deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every moment. I could feel the love in each kiss, each caress, and it made my heart swell with emotion.

As things progressed, he took his time, making sure I was comfortable, making sure I knew that I could stop at any moment. But I didn't want to stop. I wanted to experience this with him, to share this moment that I knew would change everything between us.

When he finally entered me, it was slow and gentle, and I gasped at the sensation. It was different from anything I had ever imagined—intense, overwhelming, but also beautiful. He paused, giving me time to adjust, his eyes never leaving mine, and I could see the concern in his gaze.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"A little," I admitted, my voice shaking, "but it's okay. Don't stop."

He kissed my forehead, his breath warm against my skin. "I'll go slow," he promised, and I could feel him holding back, being as gentle as possible.

As we moved together, the initial discomfort slowly faded, replaced by a growing pleasure that built with each movement. I clung to him, my hands gripping his shoulders, as waves of sensation washed over me. It was as if our bodies were made for each other, fitting together perfectly, and the connection between us grew stronger with each passing moment.

The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, our quiet moans, the rustle of sheets as we moved together. It was an intimate, private world that belonged only to us, and I felt myself getting lost in it. The rhythm of our movements became more synchronized, and the pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity.

When I finally reached my peak, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. A rush of warmth and euphoria flooded my body, and I cried out, my nails digging into Kenan's skin as I held onto him. He followed shortly after, his own release evident in the way his body tensed, and then relaxed completely.

For a few moments, we just lay there, our bodies still entwined, our breaths coming in short gasps. I could feel the sweat on our skin, the remnants of our passion, and I knew that this moment would be etched into my memory forever.

Kenan slowly rolled off me, but kept me close, his arms wrapping around me as we lay side by side. He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, his breath still uneven, and I nestled closer to him, feeling safe and loved.

"How are you feeling?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.

I smiled, my heart full. "I'm feeling... incredible. I've never felt like this before, Kenan. It was perfect."

He sighed in relief, his arms tightening around me. "You were perfect," he murmured, his lips brushing against my hair. "I'm so happy you trusted me with this."

"I wouldn't have wanted it with anyone else," I admitted, my voice soft but sure. "You made me feel so loved, so cared for. "

His breath still hitched, and he pulled back slightly to look at me, his eyes filled with emotion. Afterward, as we lay there in the quiet, our breaths slowly returning to normal, I felt a deep sense of contentment wash over me. I nestled closer to him, resting my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was the most comforting sound in the world.

Then he whispered me

"Amelia,Amelia Brier I so much love you"

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. It was everything I had wanted to hear, everything I had been feeling but hadn't been able to put into words.

"I love you too, Kenan," I whispered back, my voice thick with emotion. "I've never felt like this before... you've made me so happy."

And I meant every word. This was more than just a fleeting moment, more than just a night. This was the beginning of something real, something lasting. I could feel it in every fiber of my being.

As I drifted off to sleep in his arms, I knew that whatever happened next, we would face it together.For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be—right here, in Kenan's arms, ready to face whatever the future held, as long as we were together.

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