Chapter 12
Filiz's point of view
"I am satisfied for now," I answered him, brushing my nose with his.
"But that doesn't mean I have given you the permission to do whatever is on your mind, " I reminded him, pointing my finger at him.
"Oh really?" he questioned ; raising his thick eyebrows, holding my finger.
"How about I do this?, " he queried, making a gesture of biting my finger lightly.
"It is not good enough, " I told him while he was still nibbling on my finger like it was a piece of chocolate cake.
"How about I bite you here?" he suggested, moving down to my naked hips so stealthily that it made me shiver in sheer euphoria.
I grabbed fistful of his curly black raven hair up-to a certain height that I could examine and scrutinize him properly. He was as stubborn as me. He simply wouldn't do what I wanted. Perhaps, this was why I chose him. He challenged me in ways other men couldn't. He questioned my thoughts, my life and my sets of belief. He was either the best thing for me or the worst.