18. Let’s go for a fifth.
Matheo.
I pull her hair back to get an unobstructed view of her face, those blue eyes that drive me insane. Defne leans into my touch, eyes closed, as she searches with her lips for the inside of my wrist, planting a small kiss that sends a rush of lust through my whole body.
Damn, she’s so beautiful.
So incredibly beautiful.
“Stay with me tonight,” I ask her.
Her eyes open and she looks at me closely. The softness in her gaze competes with the tenderness I feel toward her. It’s a strange feeling; I’ve never experienced this whirlwind of need for someone before. The desire to protect her, to care for her, to not let a single scratch reach her—neither on her skin, her spirit, nor her essence.
What I feel for Defne is such a complete surrender that it scares
