Chapter Eighty-Six
Ahmet didn't waste a second before pushing her down, his body hovering over hers. His hands pressed into the sheets beside her head, caging her in. His breath was uneven, matching hers, their chests rising and falling in sync.
His lips crashed against hers with a force that stole her breath… in all heat and desperation. There was nothing gentle about it. No hesitation, no restraint.
His fingers dug into her waist, pushing himself against her as if closing the space between them would silence the jealousy raging inside him.
His kiss was rough, and punishing. Her hands fisted in his hair, nails biting into his scalp as she kissed him back just as fiercely, pouring every ounce of anger, frustration, and unspoken desire into the clash of their mouths.
She tore her lips from his to catch her breath. His grip on her waist didn't loosen, fingers still pressing into her like he wasn't ready to let go. Like he couldn't.
