He lowered his head, his lips a breath away from hers. Aylin's heart pounded in her chest, and her mind was a blur of conflicting emotions. She should push him away and demand that he let her go. But, truthfully, she did not want to.
She wanted him.
His lips touched hers, the kiss soft and lingering, a question rather than a demand. Aylin's breath caught, her fingers tightening in the sheets as she leaned into him. Her response was clear. Sasha's kiss grew deeper, his hand sliding into her hair as he drew her closer, his other arm wrapping around her waist.
The world outside had vanished; the only thing that mattered was the heat of his body pressing against hers, the way his lips moved with a hunger that mirrored her own. Aylin's hands moved to his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back with a desperation she had not realized she possessed.
Sasha's hand slid down her side, his touch igniting a fire in her veins. He broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked down at her, his golden eyes dim with desire. "Aylin," he said softly, his voice rough. "Are you sure?"
Her heart raced as she met his gaze, her body trembling with anticipation. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes."
His lips crashed against hers once more, this time with a hunger that consumed them both. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve with a reverence that left her breathless. Aylin's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she lost herself in the heat of his touch.
Sasha's lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that sent shivers down her spine. She arched into him, a soft moan escaping her lips as his hands slid under her dress, his touch setting her skin ablaze.
The world outside was forgotten; the only thing that mattered was the way his body moved against hers, the way his touch awakened something deep
Sasha's hands roamed possessively over Aylin's body, his touch firm yet reverent, as though he were memorizing every curve, every dip, and every inch of her that belonged to him now. His lips followed a trail of fire down her neck, teeth grazing her pulse point just enough to make her breath hitch. Aylin's fingers tangled in his dark hair, tugging lightly, urging him closer even as her body trembled beneath his.
"Sasha," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
He lifted his head, his gaze locking with hers. There was something primal in his eyes—a hunger that made her heart race. "You're mine," he growled, his voice low and rough, as though the words were torn from somewhere deep inside him. "And I'll take what's mine."
His hands slid down her sides, fingers brushing the sensitive skin of her hips before gripping her thighs. He pushed them apart with deliberate slowness, knees nudging her legs wider as he settled himself between them. The heat of his body pressed against her core, and she gasped, arching into him instinctively.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He trailed a finger down the center of her chest, his touch feather-light yet electric. "Already trembling for me."
Aylin's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from his. There was something intoxicating about the way he looked at her, as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered. His hand moved lower, fingers skimming over the soft swell of her stomach before dipping between her thighs.
She bit her lip to stifle a moan as his fingers found her slick, aching core. "Sasha—"
"Shh," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers. "Let me take care of you."
His fingers circled her clit, slow and deliberate, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Aylin's breath came in shallow gasps, her hips lifting off the bed as he teased her mercilessly. He withdrew his hand just as she was on the brink, leaving her trembling and desperate.
"Not yet," he said with a low rumble. He shifted lower, his breath warm against her inner thigh. His lips followed the same path his hands had taken, kisses soft yet searing as he moved closer to the very center of her need.
When his tongue finally touched her, Aylin let out a strangled cry, her fingers tightening in the sheets. He licked her languidly, savoring her taste, his tongue tracing slow, torturous circles around her clit. Her hips bucked against his mouth, her body seeking more, but he held her in place with a firm grip on her thighs.
"Sasha, please," she begged, her voice breaking.
He hummed against her; the vibration sent a rush of pleasure through her. His tongue dipped inside her, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed. He lapped at her with slow, deliberate strokes, each of which pushed her closer to the edge. Her legs trembled and her body tensed as he devoured her, relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure.
When his lips closed around her clit and sucked, she shattered. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, stealing her breath and leaving her boneless, her cries muffled by the hand she pressed to her mouth.
Sasha didn't stop until every last tremor had passed through her. He kissed his way back up her body, his lips brushing against her fluttering pulse as he settled over her. His hardness pressed against her thigh, a stark reminder of his own need.
"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice rough. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks.
Aylin's breath hitched as he positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of him teasing her sensitive flesh. She reached for him, her hands sliding over the hard planes of his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palm.
"Sasha," she whispered, her voice trembling. She needed more but didn't have the word to ask of him.
He groaned, his hips pressing forward, filling her slowly, inch by inch. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched her, the sensation both overwhelming and impossibly sweet. He paused when he was fully seated inside her, his forehead resting against hers, his breath ragged.
"Tell me you're mine," he demanded, his voice rough with need.
"I'm yours," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "Only yours."
He growled low in his throat, his hips beginning to move. He started slow, each thrust deliberate and deep, his gaze locked on hers. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer with every movement, every stroke sending sparks of pleasure through her body.
"Say it again," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.
"I am yours," she repeated, her breath caught as he touched a spot inside her, adding to the already overwhelming pleasure. "Always yours."
Sasha's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with their ragged breaths and the slap of skin against skin. His lips smashed against hers in a scorching kiss, swallowing her moans as he dragged her toward another cliff.
Her body tightened around him, the pleasure intensifying to an unbearable level. He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers and breathing in harsh pants.
"Come for me, little wolf," he growled, his voice ringing with authority.
She obeyed, her body convulsing around him as she came undone. Her cries for his name were muffled by his lips as he claimed her with another fierce kiss. He followed her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside her, his groan of relief muffled against her skin.
He collapsed beside her, his arms pulling her close, his heart pounding against her chest. His lips brushed against her temple, his breath warm against her skin. "Mine," he murmured, his voice low and possessive.
Aylin's fingers traced the lines of his chest, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She looked up at him, her gaze soft yet filled with something deeper. "And you're mine," she said, her voice steady despite the way her body still quivered beneath his touch.