Mine

Chapter Thirteen

You take all my inhibitions, baby, there's nothing holding me back

Miray is glad he's in the backseat and she is in the front next to her sister as they replayed the moments from the show. She listens as Ipek criticizes this and that part, is thrilled with the response to her favorite pieces. Miray offers her own opinions about the parts she remembers because most of her memories of the night involve Boran's hands on her skin. They're safer with this distance between them because her sister is not stupid. They are both so charged from the event that to Miray it feels like the air inside her car is thick with it. She offers to drop him off as they head to drop off her sister first.

Ipek gives her a look. Miray doesn't look at her sister and flickers her eyes briefly to Boran in the rearview mirror so that the request comes out hopefully casual.

"Okay." His voice is even, casual, betraying nothing.

Her sister turns around and glares at first Boran and then Miray and tension now moves through the car as Ipek looks like she wants to speak but says nothing. Miray knows she's going to get an ear full tomorrow but for now... she needs him and not even her sister's obvious disapproval can stop her. This is who she is now and a thread of rebellion moves through her. Can she not have this one thing for herself? She is so many things to other people. She's a good mother, a good actress, always there for others. She's annoyed with herself because she shouldn't have to try and rationalize this feeling. She's glad when they finally stop in front of her sister's house. Ipek gives Miray a hug and kisses her cheek.

"I love you, okay?" her sister whispers in her ear, as if trying to explain that's where her concern comes from.

She kisses her sister back and assures her they'll talk tomorrow.

And then they are alone. The air in the car rises about a thousand degrees and throbs with electricity between them. He's moved into the front seat and they're quiet as she continues to drive down the street. They're too far away from his cottage to not arouse any suspicion with the amount of time she'd be gone, but do they dare risk her car being spotted parked in front of his apartment as she goes inside for a suspicious amount of time?

There's also the paparazzi. They were following them when they left the show but she hasn't noticed anyone in the last ten minutes or so.

"We shouldn't risk it," Boran says, though his voice is tight with strain.

Miray wants to swear because she knows he's right, but...God she wants him so much that she's wet and throbbing with it. She bites her lip and looks around.

"Don't," Boran insists, his voice pained.

She starts guiltily and is about to ask 'don't what' but of course he knows what she's doing. Looking for somewhere, anywhere they can get at each other away from prying eyes.

She ignores his protest. "Parking garage?"

"Miray," he groans. "No. Security cameras."

She huffs in annoyance. Miray makes a turn in the opposite direction of his street and he sucks in his breath. .

"Stubborn damn woman." He pushes the words out through clenched teeth. His body is stiff, fists tight, the air emanating from him is hot with need.

"Five minutes. If I don't find somewhere in five minutes... don't tell me you don't need this as much as I do. We can lie to the rest of the world but not each other, not after everything..." Miray's voice trails off as a surge of hope rises inside of her. There a street that looks to turn onto a dark line of warehouses. She follows it to the end where the two of the street lights seem to be broken.

"I totally forgot about this place. I did a photoshoot here last year," he informs her.

She gives him a small smile. "And now we're about to do this." She makes sure to turn the lights off but the moonlight is enough that they can see each other well enough.

"Damn it, you're insane," he says but he's pulling her towards him and taking the condom out of his wallet.

She cups his face as she moves onto his lap. "For you," Miray sighs, before kissing him. Her blood sings at the taste of him and for a second, she wishes she had time to just feast on his lips, his tongue with her own but her needs are much more urgent and the seconds trickling away from her.

Boran's fingers drive into her hair as his mouth moves along side hers, tasting her with greedy, low groans as clothes is shifted and moved. He bites her bottom lip gently as she frees him from his pants. He whimpers, whimpers, Miray thinks with a smile when her fingers circle him and he feels so hot and hard in her hand that she fears he's going to burst before even getting inside of her. He grabs her hips and his grip is almost painful in his need, his fingers trembling.

Miray sucks in her breath as she hovers over him and they both move at the same time, pushing down, pushing up and the sound of ecstasy that bursts from both their throats when he's finally inside of her fills the car like a bomb going off. Their desire is too hot to take even a second to stop and revel in the delicious fullness. They're moving, desperate, quickly, his face buried in her neck, teeth pressed into her collarbone as he thrusts up harder, harder, fingers bruising her hips. Miray wants to sob as she buries her face in his hair because he feels so perfect inside of her. There is no rhythm to their movements, no finesse. This is beyond passion, beyond making love. This is pure fucking, animal, raw, physical need. It's uncomfortable, painful and yet neither could stop if they wanted to. His mouth tries to find hers again, only managing to get her lower lip before he thrusts up once, twice and the groan rips from his throat when he comes inside of her. His head falls forward against her breasts and his breathing is ragged.

Miray trembles move her hips restlessly, her body hungry. She hasn't come yet. She fears she won't come before he softens inside her. He slides a hand between them, touching her. All it takes is a touch, a single press of his fingers and the orgasm is torn from her with a blissful cry into his hair.

She goes boneless against him and they hold each other for a few seconds before they start to giggle at the ridiculousness of what they have just done. Miray sucks in her breath as the movements make him twitch inside of her which makes them laugh harder. They both become aware of the time and their laughter dies a little, sadness threatening to spoil the moment. Reluctantly, she disengages from him and they clean up and fix their clothing. He pulls her back into his arms even though she tells him they need to get back on the road.

"Just a few seconds more," Boran says, stroking her cheek, tucking a few strands of her hair back behind her ear. "God, I love you," he sighs, nuzzling her face with his own.

"I love you too," she says, her heart full as she meets his mouth for a last kiss.