Chapter 7
Filiz's point of view.
I saw my dear husband's eyes were closed the entire time between my kisses. So. I decided to trace my fingers slowly across his handsome face, whispering gently in his ear,
"I will go on that honeymoon trip with you."
With that, I splayed my hands across his chest and tease him by keeping them there. I leaned down to shower that area with more kisses. I buried my face in his chest
and ran my sharp straight nose down his long angular body. Many moans and gasps escaped his lips at this action of mine. My hands went down to his jeans and played
with it's zipper. I toyed with it for long lingering moments until I finally managed to open it. I tossed it aside with a ferocity I didn't know I possessed.
I even peeled his last remaining fabric away and covered us with a blanket. Not being able to withstand the pure pleasure I was giving him, he turned me over roughly,
landing himself on top of me. He took off my bath-robe and put it away. He buried himself in my chest and I cried out, "Baris!" For some weird reason,
I found myself asking, "Will you leave me?"