Chapter 6: Ayla's POV
His lips are on mine, demanding entrance.
He's possessing me, I cannot keep up with his pace so I just surrender and let him take control.
His hands roam my body like he's memorizing every curve, every steep.
I'm lost in him. I'm drowning.
Is this what it means to become his?
He lays me down on the bed, and hovers over me with dark, hungry eyes.
"I've been waiting for this," he says.
"Waiting for you."
I stroke his cheek. "I'm here."
He kisses my forehead, and strips me slowly, worshipping me with his eyes.
I'm trembling.
"Derrick."
I call out his name with a voice I don't recognize.
"Yes?"
"Please."
He smiles, it reaches his ears.
"Please what?"
I pull him down. My lips brush his ear.
"Please make me yours."
He groans, kisses down my neck,
