Mine

Chapter Twenty

It's just a sweet sweet fantasy, baby...

She stares at his name on her phone. Miray's heart squeezes with delight and panic, unsure whether to answer. It's almost midnight. Why is Boran calling her? Has he changed his mind about the movie, about working with Alihan? She thinks she could manage to hate him if that's why he's calling. She doesn't know if she wants to answer but curiosity and the urge to hear his voice again is too strong. She answers and brings the phone to her ear.

"Miray? Were you sleeping? I'm sorry if I woke you," he says.

His voice sounds rather sleepy itself, as if he's the one who has been sleeping. It's low and gravelly and rough and her body responds to it with a shocking rush of heat.

"No, I'm up," she assures him, just to give her sudden desire fogged brain something to focus on. Could he be drunk, Miray wonders.

He says nothing for a few long seconds.

"What's wrong?" she presses.

A laugh at that, but it's short and bitter and it makes Miray's chest and her eyes burn because she knows what his sweet laughs sound like and this is not one of those.

"I've been such a fool, my Miray."

It's on the tip of her tongue to remind him that she hasn't been his for a very long time but the lie won't come. Five years, fifty years, she will always be his.

What good is it to remind themselves of that now?

He clears his throat. "I just wanted to hear your voice. That's all."

It's a lie. He wants something else, but it takes her a while to figure out what it is and when it comes to her, she trembles beneath her blanket. No, surely it is only a burst of aroused fantasy that makes her think he wants to engage in anything sexual. Like this. Without touching. Her conscience tells her it's still being unfaithful and she will not. Not. Not.

"It felt so good to hold you in my arms earlier today. It was like the last five years hadn't happened for me. Was it like that for you?"

Miray shivers. "Are you drunk?"

A low laugh. More genuine this time. "A little bit. Liquid courage I guess. That way if you tell me off I probably won't remember and you'll take pity and forgive me."

She can't help the small burst of laughter that escapes her.

He groans a little in her ear. "I've missed that sound. Hearing you laugh. It's been hell, my Miray. Remembering how it was, the sound of you, the feel of you. If I close my eyes I can bring your smell to my mind, the feel of your skin." His words, the low rough cadence is arousing her and she moves her hand down, resting it on her lower belly. She waits for the guilt to tell her to stop this now, that this was wrong. Miray remembers how his arms felt around her, how good it felt, how comforting it felt and how for the first time in so long Miray felt pulled into the land of the living and she could actually...breathe. The guilt doesn't come.

"Do you want me to stop?" Even if he is drunk, she's not and she has the power to stop him, stop this from going any further. He's giving her that.

God, she loves him so much she aches with it. A well of emotion threatens her eyes and Miray blinks it back, wanting to focus only on the pleasure now.

"No," she replies softly, but firmly.

He gives a little sigh of relief. "I've missed touching you, remembering what you feel like wrapped around me, the sounds you make when you come, those little grunts that let me know I've pleased you."