Page 153 of Mystic's Sunrise

But then—she shifted.

It was subtle. Her thigh brushed against my hip, the curve of her body sliding closer, and I felt it in my chest—in my cock.

My hand had been resting on her back, nothing more than a quiet reminder that I was here if she wanted me, but now I wasn’t sure I could stop touching her if I tried.

I should’ve held back.

Should’ve been careful.

But I didn’t have it in me anymore.

Not with her.

Not after everything.

Her fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt, and my breath caught—sharp, guttural,wrecked—as she ran her hand across the skin just above my waist like she owned me.

She did.

She fucking did.

When I looked down at her, there was no more doubt in her eyes.

No more fear.

Just fire.

So I kissed her.

And it wasn’t soft—not even close.

It was messy and desperate andreal,like weeks of tension snapping all at once, like every damn second I’d spent holding back had finally caught up to me.

I rolled her beneath me, a low growl tearing from my throat before I could stop it, and her legs wrapped around me like she needed me as badly as I needed her.

“Zeynep,” I breathed against her mouth, rough and shaking. “Tell me you want this.”

“I need this,” she whispered. “I needyou.”

That was it.

That wasallit took.

Clothes were peeled away, torn, pushed, thrown aside. There wasn’t a single ounce of patience left in me.

Onlyneed.

Onlyher.

I didn’t ask this time. I didn’t wait.

I pushed inside her in one slow, brutal stroke, and the way her body clenched around me, the way she arched beneath me with a gasp that sounded like my name—it undid me.

We moved together in a rhythm that wasn’t careful or sweet.

It wasraw.

It wasfilthy.

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