Ayla’s POV
He was gentle at first, like he was afraid I might break. His fingers traced every curve, every line, learning me all over again. But when I pulled him closer, when I showed him I wanted more, his careful restraint cracked.
"Look at me," he said, and I did. Couldn't look away even if I wanted to. His eyes held mine as he moved, as he took me apart piece by piece and put me back together. "So beautiful. So perfect."
I couldn't respond, couldn't make a sound, but my body answered for me. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word pushed me higher until I shattered in his arms, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my back arching off the bed.
He followed moments later, his face buried in my neck. We stayed like that for a long moment, tangled together, both of us trying to
