And the winner is...

Chapter 10

Coming back to Serena was almost a run for them, and by the time they got to the boat, both Leyla and Emre were breathless – but not for the running. Leyla grabbed Emre by the shirt and pulled him downstairs, not minding that couple of buttons broke loose in the process. Unexpectedly, Emre stopped and unclenched Leyla's fingers off his shirt carefully. Leyla watched in surprise as Emre started undocking the boat and suggested:

- Emre, we can just lock the door, and marina is empty anyways!

Emre dropped the lines he was untying and lifted Leyla in his arms, pinning her against the mast high enough for his head level with her breast. Emre dove and closed his lips around Leyla's nipple, sucking hard through the fabric of her dress, making it wet and hot instantly. Leyla held on to the line above her and arched into him, feeling sharp ziplines of pleasure radiating from his lips and teeth. Emre released her just as abruptly and growled:

- For this we're not staying ashore. I need to hear you scream!

Leyla gulped and nodded, heat pulling between her legs again in expectation. She stepped back to let Emre get back to the business of taking them out of here! And as fast as he was, it still took them half an hour to leave the shore and other boats far away enough... but not too far away – the shine of the harbor night life still beckoned them, boat parties still shared their music with them, life still held them connected and present. Leyla looked at Emre, his eyes peeled at the shoreline, guiding Serena to some position only he knew. When they'd arrived, Emre went to drop the anchor. Leyla watched his agile movements with hunger, waiting for her turn in his attentions. Emre was just so different and familiar in the same time – eyes shining, hair tangled, shirt hanging open, visible scratches over his shoulders and chest. Leyla gasped – she did that!

Emre looked at her and then down to his chest to see what got her so worried. Not noticing anything worth her concern, Emre raised his eyes and asked:

- Sevgilim, what happened?

Leyla came close and moved the shirt off his shoulders, considering the damage. How did she not notice any of it? Sure, some scratches were new, probably, from earlier today, but some already started to heal over – meaning they were days old! Leyla traced thin brown lines with her fingers and whispered:

- I'm so sorry, Emre... I didn't know I'm doing it...

Emre caught her fingers when they crossed to his chest and kissed them.

- Don't be, Leyla. I like them.

- Why?!

Emre took Leyla's hands and traced them over his neck, saying:

- These are from when you want me to kiss you more...

He moved her hands to his shoulders, covering the scratches she'd already seen.

- These are from when you want me closer... and when it's getting too much for you...

Emre followed further down, making her cover his ass with her palms. Leyla's fingers twitched in a familiar position, like muscle memory, as Emre pressed into her.

- These ones – and yes, you've left your mark there too, - are from when you want me to go in, to stay in, to go harder, to go deeper...

Leyla was barely breathing, air in her lungs replaced with fire and longing. She felt like she was floating and the only tether keeping her to this planet was this man, his strong body around her, his marked skin.

- But does it hurt?

Emre chuckled and kissed Leyla's neck, inhaling her mint scent deeply, letting it intoxicate him to the point of swaying. He said, licking Leyla's earlobe, action both tickling and arousing: