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Almost proud of himself. I fidgeted with my napkin. “But… you don’t have to keep doing that. You’re not my bodyguard anymore.” “I know,” he said simply. “I’m your lover now. And I’m only doing what any lover would do.” The way the word lover rolled off his tongue in that quiet Italian accent did something to me. My eyes met his, and held. Dark. Intense. Steady. My breath caught. My body reacted before I could stop it, my skin felt hot, my nipples tightened under the velvet of my gown, and I silently thanked Maison Clarisse de Vienna for the padded bust.

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He titters, cupping her cheek in his hand, returning her focus on him. "What is wrong, aşkım?" (my love) He asks her, unaware of her current state of dismay she ponders in. "I have never felt so embarrassed in my life, Sedar." Her eyes dart to the side as she can't bring herself to look at him. She felt so foolish for believing her time spent here would be thrilling, she's in a different country eager to gain new experiences, with the intentions of making an adventure out of it on Turkish soil. He took her hand in his, she looked down at their joining fingers and watched as he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her knuckles, over and over.

my life started to look like a Turkish series. While I was sitting and drinking the beautiful black Turkish coffee, the waiter came and brought me a cocktail on the table and left. I got confused and turned immediately to tell him that he made a mistake with the narcissus, he must make a mistake The table was shaking, but at that moment when I turned my head, I lifted it up and he was standing in front of me, the handsome guy from Paris was standing. is Onur, I could not believe it like a dream, I was all confused. Onur: "Young lady, fate sent you to me again" - he said and bit his lip.He was beautiful, and I was very happy to see him again, I thought about how this is possible, is it reall

How truly and deeply to my aching core how selfish I am being when it comes to this Turkish God. And for once in my life, I refuse to feel guilty. I snake my hands around his neck, deepening our kiss as I wrap a leg around his hip and cling to him, grinding my sex against his cock. "Kirazlı turtadan daha tatlısın." He mutters. "I love it when you speak Turkish." I moan. He chuckles, lifting me off the ground and I wrap my other leg around his waist. "I said, You're sweeter than cherry pie." He kisses, licks and sucks on my feverish skin.

he speaks and his voice is now gentle, all the bitterness from his voice now vanished, replaced with a genuine feeling of care and gentleness. The man leans down, his hair brushing against my face slowly, his forehead resting against mine, his hand cupping and holding my cheek with his gloved hand. “I promise, nothing will ever come to harm you ever again-” he whispers, and my heart fills with an odd fuzzy and warm feeling that spreads slowly, like ivy, into my ribcage, and seeps into my veins, carrying this feeling all over within my body, spreading it like wildfire, until my cheeks heat slowly and my eyes swell with tears.

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It was those eyes that made Clara so crazy that she couldn’t speak. “What did you try? Are you trying to find out if I’m blind or not?” He asked, then did not wait for her answer, he answered it himself. “My eyes are not so good. You don’t have to try anything. But I also have to tell you one thing, although my eyes can no longer see, my ears are very good. Your every move makes such a loud noise that it hurts my ears to hear it. Now even your breathing is like the sound of a car engine, so please stay away from me.”

‘I’ll see you very soon my love. ‘I love you’ I whisper and before I get the chance to say anything else, he’s gone. My heart stings as it feels him leave me, further and further as he makes his way through the woods, past where my pack resides and to the opposite side of our town. I made a quick attempt to tidy my room and dispose of any kind of his scent, including the scent he’d left on me. I showered off his smell and his touch, I hated this part, I didn’t want to have to shower it away every time, but I also couldn’t just risk anyone being able to get a whiff of his scent on my fur.

He asked. "Yeah, sure." I hand them to him and he glances at each one of them, it allowed me to look at his face and I noticed he had long lashes and a straight nose, he is so handsome. "These are a good book, the author is a great philosopher." He told me and I smile like a dummy, this is one thing you do when you start falling in love. "You did good in the riddles, I was impressed by how many you answered correctly." His eyes danced with a smile as he stares at me.