Same, same but different!

Part 8

"Each heartbeat echoes with the rhythm of twin flames entwined."

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Ömer's hands landed on Kıvılcım's hips. She rolled her hips slightly, teasing him. He inhaled sharply, his grip tightening on her waist.

Her fingers toyed with the collar of his shirt, her breath feathering over his lips. Their foreheads touched, the heat between them unbearable, yet neither of them pulled back. She could feel the thunder of his heartbeat beneath her hands, the way his chest rose and fell rapidly beneath her palms. Every part of her was drawn to him... pulled like gravity.

Kıvılcım (whispering against his lips): I have fallen into your stupidity.

Ömer met her gaze. He wanted to tease her. He didn't kiss her but his lips didn't leave her lips.

Ömer: What does that tell you?

He murmured. She pulls her head back, narrows her eyes and grasp the back of Ömer's head. She pulls his head back by his hair and Ömer groan.

Kıvılcım: Are you calling me stupid, Ömer bey?

Ömer: Your words not mine, Kıvılcım hanım.

Kıvılcım takes Ömer's lips between her lips, kissing him roughly almost controlling. His lips left hers, trailing along her jaw, down the side of her neck. He found the hollow of her throat and kissed her there, so spot so sensitive she whimpered softly.

Kıvılcım (a breathless whisper): Upstairs...

He didn’t need to be told twice.

In one swift, fluid movement, he stood, holding her tightly in his arms, her legs still wrapped around his waist. She buried her face in his neck, the scent of him... His warm skin, his cologne, something purely Ömer made her shiver.

Each step up the stairs was a heartbeat, a breath, a slow surrender.
Her fingers slipped under his shirt, exploring the lean muscle of his back as he carried her.

He set her down beside the bed, and for a moment, neither of them moved. They stood there just breathing, watching, deciding.

Then he reached for her gently. His fingers found the buttons of her blouse, one by one, slowly, his eyes on hers the entire time. Not rushing. Not demanding. Just... asking.

She didn’t stop him.

Instead, her hands found the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head. Her fingertips skimmed his skin, lingering on the curve of his shoulder, down to the line of his ribs. He inhaled sharply, his body reacting to her touch like she had set him alight.
When her blouse fell to the floor, his hands brushed over the bare skin of her waist, slowly, like he was memorizing the warmth of her. He bent slightly, his lips trailing from her collarbone to her shoulder, then down her arm, each kiss a promise. Her eyes fluttered closed, lips parted in a quiet breath.

When he finally lowered her to the bed, he did it gently like she was something rare. Something sacred.

He hovered over her, one hand braced beside her head, the other trailing down the side of her neck.

At some point they removed all there clothes, Ömer started kissing her all over her body. He was learning... With every kiss he examined what made her tremble. While keeping eye contact, Ömer reached behind her and she arched her back so he could easily take of her bra. With ease Ömer took it off, while Kıvılcım let her hair lose. Ömer's eyes fell on Kıvılcım's full breasts, he glanced at her and he could see her cheeks flushed. Ömer lowered himself to be in view of her breasts. Without restraint, Kıvılcım allowed him to caress and give her the pleasure she deserves. While Ömer was kneading the one, he was teasing the other. She closed her eyes breathing in and out in a steady manner.