Chapter Ninety-Five

Ghost

L eaning over my hayatim , I inhaled.

My sweat and hers. My release, her desire. This side of life. It was perfect. She was perfect.

Freeing her hair from the elastic tie, I tossed it on the nightstand and touched my lips to her temple. "You're perfect." I needed to fuck her again.

" E?im ," she whispered in Turkish.

I pulled out, flipped her over, and lifted her up the bed. Then I came down on top of her. "Is that right?" I was more than her spouse.

"Yes," she whispered.

Shoving her thighs wide, I grabbed my still-wet cock and rubbed the head through her swollen heat. " Koca ," I corrected.

She flinched at my touch.

"Easy, beautiful. Easy." I slid my head in.

Her small hands gripped my arms, and her thighs closed around me in protest. "No, wait, please ."

I stilled. "You're okay. Deep breath, beautiful." I inhaled slowly.

She matched me.

"That's it. Good girl. Hold it." I exhaled. "Let it out."

She followed suit.

I slid in another inch.

She sucked in a sharp breath. " Wait ."

I eased back out and rubbed my cock against her clit. "Still no?"

She trembled, but then her thighs relaxed, her hips moved, and her previous cry turned to a submissive moan.

I kissed her. "Feel good?"

Shivering, her hands moved to my shoulders. " Evet ."

"Coming again will feel even better." I rubbed against her clit with more pressure. "Yes?"

Her body shuddered, her arms went around my neck, and my submissive little hayatim gave me permission. "Yes."

I caged her in. Then I slowly sank inside her to the hilt.

Her moan filled my head, and my eyes closed.

So fucking close that we shared a heartbeat, I palmed her throat. "You good?"

" Grayson ," she quietly cried.

I rocked in deep. "Shh, shh, beautiful." I thumbed her pulse and kissed her tears. "I'm right here."

"Our life," she whispered.

Fuck , this woman owned me. "Our life," I confirmed before grabbing her wrist and putting her hand over my heart. "Yours…." I put my palm over her heart. "And mine." I slowly ground my hips into hers.

She sucked in a breath, and her nails dug into my chest. Then my hayatim wrapped a leg around me and decimated my control. "I want to touch the ocean again with you."

My mouth slammed over hers, my thumb hit her clit, and I was driving into her.

Two thrusts and she went off.

Her cunt constricted, her moan echoed, my balls drew in, and my cock surged.

I fucking came.

And came.

Aftershocks pulsed her cunt, streams of my cum hit her womb, and I gripped her hair. Latching on to her neck, holding her in place, fucking feral, I rode out both of our orgasms as she shook under me like a leaf.

Knowing she needed aftercare, knowing I should put her in a bath, knowing I should do a dozen other things for her right now, I didn't fucking do any of it.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her in the dark.

Her whisper hit my chest. "I touched the ocean."

Fuck. "Yes, you did." I kissed her forehead. "You did good, hayatim ." Reluctantly easing out of her, I grabbed the waters. Opening the first one, then sliding an arm behind her head, I lifted her up partway and held the bottle to her lips. "Drink, beautiful. All of it."

With shaking hands, she took the bottle from me and drank.

I watched to make sure she finished it, then I downed the other bottle and put both back on the nightstand.

Still hard, fucking insatiable for her, I turned her on her side, grasped the back of her knee and lifted her thigh. Then I slid inside her wet cunt that was full of my seed.

" Grayson ." Half moan, half sound of protest, she said my name with reverence as she arched her ass into my hips. "I do not think I can—"

"I'm not fucking you again tonight, hayatim ." Lowering her leg and pulling her in close, I wrapped an arm around her waist and cupped one breast. Pressing the palm of my other hand low against her stomach as my fingers coasted over her sex, I stroked the outside of her tight cunt and circled her clit. "But you are going to sleep like this." With my cock buried deep.

She drew in a surprised breath. "With you…?"

"With me." My cock throbbed.

Her cunt pulsed in return, but her hand landed on mine and gripped. "I do not think I can fall asleep like this." She tried to pull my fingers off her sex.

Tight, swollen, I knew she was sore. But we were fucking past half measures. The beast in me was unleashed, her cunt was full of my cum, and my cock was staying exactly where it belonged. "You will."

Still gripping my hand, she stopped fighting my touch, but she didn't relax.

I thumbed her clit and issued an order. "Close your eyes, beautiful."

"It is dark already."

It wasn't an accusation, it was a protest, but it didn't matter. "That wasn't a request." I slowly circled her clit and gently sucked her pulse point. "You're tired. You're sore. You need sleep." I dragged my teeth over the soft flesh of her ear, then kissed her temple. "Settle into me and close your eyes, hayatim ."

She shifted slightly.

"That's it, beautiful," I praised, kissing her forehead. "Little more." Still rubbing, I eased back on the pressure on her clit. "Sink down on me and let go."

For a beat, she didn't move.

Then my submissive, dark-eyed beauty angled her hips against mine, sank another inch onto my cock and inhaled deep.

Five minutes later, she was sound asleep.