Leyla's heart pounded faster as Ozan's lips trailed along her neck, a teasing, heated pressure against her skin. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, fighting the wave of sensations that coursed through her, but it was a losing battle. Her body betrayed her, feeling every slow, deliberate move he made.
"Stop…" she whispered, though the way her breath hitched at the end of the word was anything but convincing.
Ozan's response was nothing more than a low chuckle that sent shivers down her spine. He didn't stop. Instead, his lips slid lower, grazing her collarbone before his tongue flicked out, tracing the delicate bone.
Leyla gasped, trying to step away, but his arm around her waist kept her firmly in place. His fingers gently cupped the back of her neck, holding her steady as he slowly moved along the line of her collarbone, lips brushing against her skin in a way that made her feel exposed, vulnerable, and yet completely captivated by him.
His tongue flicked again, this time teasing the smooth skin of her jawline. Every move was calculated, slow, and deliberate, and Leyla couldn't stop the involuntary tremor that ran through her. Her head tilted back instinctively, giving him more access as his lips followed the line of her jaw with a soft, lingering pressure.
"Ozan…" she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper, full of tension and restraint.
He didn't look up, didn't stop, only murmured against her skin, "I'm not going to stop until you understand how much I want you, Leyla."
The words, the way they were said so effortlessly, seemed to pull the air from her lungs. Every flick of his tongue, every brush of his lips, sent sparks through her body, and despite herself, despite everything, Leyla could feel herself slipping. Her resolve was faltering.
But no. She wouldn't give in. Not like this. She couldn't let him have that power over her.
Her breath shaky, Leyla turned her head slightly, catching his gaze. "Stop, Ozan," she said, firmer this time. She was trembling, but she wasn't about to let him break her walls down so easily.
Ozan paused for a moment, his lips hovering just an inch from hers. His eyes darkened, still full of desire, but there was something more now. A silent challenge. He was testing her, pushing her limits.
His voice was low and quiet, almost a growl. "You think you can stop me that easily?"
Leyla swallowed hard, feeling the tension between them thicken. She didn't answer, but her breath betrayed her, quick and uneven, as she braced herself for whatever Ozan would do next.