Petal

Chapter 4.1 - Yatakta

A/N: So this is the chapter with the whole steamy scene (or at least I hope it steamy LOL). Please consider this chapter as MATURE CONTENT. If it bothers you, go to Chapter 5 cause I removed the "sex" scene from it. I truly hope you like it. 

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"I had it all

But I let it slip away

Couldn't see that I treated you wrong

Now I wander around

Feeling down and cold

Trying to believe that you're gone..."

It wasn't a kiss they had ever shared before. Sanem's brain disconnected completely and her body and heart took the wheels of the feeling car. At the first press of his mouth, she simply parted her lips in a silent gasp and melted in his arms easier than ice cream on a hot day.

Can could no longer play it nice. He was a hungry man and someone had just placed a ripe fruit in front of his face. So the moment Sanem's mouth opened under his he just plunged. His tongue swiped over hers leisurely and her taste exploded on his buds; sweet and sharp, straight to his heart, to his lungs, embedded inside his bone marrow.

One hand cupped the back of her head and the other the small of her back to pull her impossibly closer, impossibly near; if he could, inside him. She placed her small hands on his chest and when he licked her palate her fingers curled and the sharp bite of her nails might have just driven him a little bit mad.

Sanem's skin broke into goosebumps when Can moaned loudly inside her mouth. It was a sound she had never heard before; something primal and feminine rose within and she just wanted to hear him make that sound again and again and again.

She rose to her tiptoes to curl her arms around his neck, wanting to climb him up as a monkey would a tree. He tangled his fingers in her hair and ran a bold hand down to her ass, pressing his lower half against her body for some much needed friction when she mewled softly.

His body was a mass of burning flesh. Can took a step backwards and kind of propelled Sanem away from him, taking into long gasps, trying to slow down his racing heart before it gave out on him. He needed to grasp his self-control before he dragged her back to bed and ravished her until she couldn't walk.

The battle was over before it began when he raised his eyes to tell her they needed to talk and was met with the sight of her. Disheveled hair, swollen lips, pink cheeks. What did him in were the eyes, though. Pupils dilated to eclipse the iris until it was nothing more than a thin brown circle surrounding the black. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Sanem, I really think we need to talk."

All her life, Sanem had very clear boundaries. Like a farm horse, she lived fenced by her traditions, the good girl image. She felt so deeply but couldn't always voice or express those feelings.

She thought of all the nights she had laid awake, thinking about him, about their times together. She thought about how she had wished so many times for more moments, more kisses. How she had craved for more of him. Imagined how they would be together, how his skin would feel on hers and how he looked under his clothes and the way his touch burned places in her she never knew existed before him.

At that moment, Sanem realized that even if things never truly got better between them, she would carry this with her to the end. She would have memories to treasure and hold. She would feel his kisses and his touch in the whisper of the night and know that for one night, even if it was just one night, that he had LOVED her, had ACHED for her as much as she did him.