Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 57: First night together

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Their eyes remained locked, the air thickening with tension as the silence between them grew longer. He could feel the weight of her gaze, like a warm touch, and it sent shivers down his spine.

He licked his lips slowly and deliberately, his tongue following the curve of his mouth. It was a small movement, yet it appeared to awaken something in her, a flash of awareness over her face.

Without losing eye contact, his hands went involuntarily, going for her waist. His fingers wrapped around her, drawing her closer until their bodies were nearly touching.

The heat coming from her was obvious, and he could feel his desire rising to match it.

She didn’t protest or push him away. Instead, she appeared to dissolve into his embrace, her gaze never leaving his. Their connection between them sparked with energy.

As Ahmet’s fingers wrapped around her waist, and his hunger took hold of him, he could not help but contemplate what he was thinking. He had been starving for this moment since the night she pointed her gun at him.

Fck it! He pulled her close, and his lips crashed down on hers with an intensity that left them both breathless.

She felt like she was drowning in the depths of his kiss, her knees buckling beneath her. Ahmet’s arms tightened, holding her upright as he devoured her mouth. The air was thick with tension and heavy with the weight of their desire.

At this moment, nothing else mattered. Ahmet’s entire being was focused on claiming her, body and soul. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and he knew he would do anything to make her know that she was his. With or without her permission.

"Not bad for a first kiss." He broke the kiss to tell her.

Her hands instinctively pushed against his chest, and Ahmet anticipating her resistance, quickly pinned her against the wall. His lips claimed hers with a fierce urgency.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the sound of their heartbeats and the rush of their breath.

Her fingers curled into fists, but instead of pushing him away, she found herself clinging to his shirt. The fabric bunched beneath her hands as Ahmet deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing hers in a harsh but sweet, sensual dance.

Oh, she wasn’t going to stop him when her hands had pushed instinctively on Ahmet’s chest. She had felt the urge to correct him – to whisper that he had stolen her first kiss at the restaurant and that she had been replaying it in her mind ever since.

But she bit back the words, letting her mouth surrender to his instead in this hot kiss. She loved how he tasted. She loved how he smelled good. Was this how she imagined their next kiss? Did she think she’d be this willing? Did she think her body would betray her like this?

Her mind suddenly broke into a daze. Memories of their first kiss flooded her thoughts, and she couldn’t help but recall the countless times she had fantasized about this moment – about the feel of his lips, the taste of his skin, and the way his body seemed to come alive against hers.

Her heart was giddy and her stomach danced with pleasure. Tonight, unlike the first time, she didn’t want to fight it. She didn’t want to punish herself for wanting him. Instead, she let herself get lost in the sensation of his touch, in the way his fingers seemed to burn her skin.

As the kiss deepened, she felt a need rising within her – a need that went beyond mere desire. She needed Ahmet to make her feel alive, to make her feel human. As she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, she knew that she was ready to surrender to that need. It might be only for tonight, but she didn’t care.

Ahmet’s hands began to roam, tracing the curves of her body with a gentle yet insistent touch. He backed her away from the wall, his lips never leaving hers, and slowly began to maneuver her toward the bed.

Her legs moved of their own accord, her feet bare and silent on the floor. She hadn’t even noticed when she removed her boots. Might be when she first entered the room or when the kiss began. She didn’t care.

The room around them melted away, leaving only the sound of their ragged breathing and the soft creak of the bedframe as Ahmet eased her onto the mattress.

He followed her down, his body covering hers as he continued to devour her mouth. She felt a sense of safety, of protection, beneath him, something she never thought she could feel. Was that not the irony of it when his family had killed hers?

As he settled between her thighs, she felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, and she knew she was his for the taking... tonight. Only for tonight.

As Ahmet’s body pressed into hers, he suddenly broke the kiss, his eyes locking onto hers with an intense, almost feral gaze. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, and his fingers trembled as he reached for the hem of her shirt.

With a swift, urgent motion, he pulled the shirt over her head, his eyes never leaving hers. The air was electric with tension as it passed on her exposed skin. He tossed the shirt aside, his gaze dropping to her breasts, though it was still covered by her sports bra.

Ahmet’s eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire as he reached for the clasp, his fingers working with a swift effort that left her breathless. The bra sprang open, and he threw it aside, while his eyes feasted on her bare skin.

His gaze was like a physical touch, sending shivers down her spine as he drank in the sight of her. This was more than he had imagined. She was incredibly beautiful.

Asli on the other hand felt exposed and vulnerable, yet somehow, she couldn’t look away from the intensity of his gaze.

Ahmet’s eyes lingered on her breasts, and his gaze was a warm caress that left her skin tingling. Then, with a swift motion, he reached for the waistband of her pants, his fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper.

As he pulled the pants down her legs, his eyes never left hers. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he discarded the pants, while his gaze roved over her body with a hunger that left her wanting him the more. There was something about his eyes...

But as he reached for her panties, his movements slowed. His eyes locked onto hers with a questioning gaze. He knew she was a virgin, and for some reason, he seemed to hesitate, seeking her approval.

His fingers brushed against her skin, sending more jolts of electricity through her body while he waited for her to urge him on.

He saw the need in her gaze, yet he did not move anymore further. His eyes equally burned with a silent question. Are you sure? As if he wanted to ask. Do you want this?

She felt a flutter in her chest as she met Ahmet’s gaze, and her heart pounded in anticipation. Did she want this? Hell yeah. Was she thinking at the moment?

Hell no! Nobody in her right mind would lay in the same bed with a man whose father killed hers. She promised herself she would enjoy this moment.

She knew what he was asking, and she knew what she wanted at that moment. With a slight nod, she gave him her consent.

His eyes flashed with a mixture of relief and desire as he slowly pulled her panties down, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. He discarded the fabric, and his gaze roamed over her naked body with a reverence that left her feeling perfect.

For a moment, they just looked at each other, drinking in the desires that danced in their eyes. Then, Ahmet’s face dipped, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss before breaking it to look at her.

His eyes still locked onto hers, he told her, with a low and husky voice. "I can’t believe I’m about to say this... but I promise I’ll be gentle." She rolled her eyes, a wry smile twisting her lips.

Her expression was fleeting, and she said nothing, her thoughts silent but sarcastic. ’Spare me the theatrics, Ahmet. I’ve taken down empires and survived bullet wounds. I think I can handle you.’

Ahmet’s hands trailed over her skin, and his fingers traced every curve of her body. He stopped suddenly and he noticed how her body curled with dissatisfaction. Oh did she think he was going to stop now?

He smiled sweetly at her as he slowly began to undress, his movements deliberate and controlled, making sure her eyes followed his every move.

He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing the sculpted contours of his chest and stomach, every muscle honed to perfection, inviting her gaze to linger.

This man was perfect and he was about to be hers tonight.