Arzu lay on the bed, her fingers tangled in the satin sheets, watching this maddening spectacle unfold.
Ateş could clearly see the deep flames of lust burning in the woman's eyes, and he answered her challenge with one of his own. His hands moved restlessly; first, he shed his shirt. The veins on his temples stretched down his neck and arms, leading to the proud muscles of his abdomen and the deep sinews that descended to his pelvis, fueling Arzu's curiosity and desire.
Arzu's body surrendered to this wild flirtation. She spread her legs, wrapped her toes around the iron bars of the bed, and arched her body like a taut bow.
Ateş, savoring the view, curved his lips into a wicked smile. In a husky voice, he said, "If you want me to strip further, you'll have to show me more."
Arzu swallowed nervously, but Ateş was already burning. He reached for the sash of her robe and, with a single swift motion, pulled it off.
Now she stood before him, clad only in a tiny nightgown, flaunting a generous cleavage and silky lingerie that extended down her long legs, offering herself up to his hungry gaze.
Without looking away, Ateş drank her in, memorizing her body. With a gruff mutter, he growled: "I don't like that nightgown. I'm going to tear it off you."
Arzu let out a short, shaky laugh, spreading her legs wider to highlight her lacy lingerie even more, as if trying to drive him insane...
And it worked. Ateş undid his belt in one swift move and stripped off the rest of his clothes, standing naked before her.
Arzu's breath caught in her throat. Her eyes, drawn by the rippling muscles descending to his pelvis, finally landed on his thick, veined manhood, filling her with a ravenous hunger.
"How could someone possess such a scorching allure?" she wondered. "How many women must have gone mad over this body?"
At that very moment, Ateş was watching the greedy hunger in her gaze with satisfaction.
His voice, playful and cocky, echoed in her ears: "Enjoying the view? Seems like you're devouring me with your eyes."
Arzu quickly averted her gaze and swallowed again, falling silent...
Until now, she had never dared to reveal her true desires.
But Ateş had already captured his prey, and he wasn't about to stop until the game reached its climax.
He climbed onto the bed, his naked body looming over hers. He gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Only a breath separated them. He studied her trembling, flushed face.
"Unlike you," he said, "I can't get enough just by looking."
He pulled her against him, holding her tight at the waist. With a husky whisper, he added:
"Don't hold back your moans. Let me get drunk on your voice."
Arzu was now soaked, trembling on the verge of pleasure.
Ateş crushed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. He sucked on her lower lip, growling, while pressing his full hardness against her femininity. Arzu let out a choked moan at the deep, pressing sensation. Her body arched against him, grinding against his pelvis.
Ateş slid his hand along her thighs, pushing her lingerie aside to stroke her intimate bud with circular motions, filling her with desire.
Arzu wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her nails into his back as her womanhood throbbed with a pulse of its own.
Pressing his forehead against hers, Ateş growled:
"Fuck... you're trembling like crazy."
Arzu's legs quivered rhythmically, grinding her wet heat against his rigid manhood. She wanted him — craved him — with every fiber of her being.
Ateş leaned down, whispering darkly into her ear: "Say it," he commanded. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."
Arzu clutched his neck, her fingers threading through his hair, her hips bucking wildly. Still, she hadn't surrendered...
Ateş, growing impatient, repeated:
"I said say it!"
And finally, Arzu yielded with a breathless moan. Her lips hovered a breath away from his, burning for him:
"Ahh... I want you! I want you inside me!" she cried out.
That fleeting moment of consent set Ateş ablaze. With a single move, he tore off the thin strap of her lingerie. His fingers sought her womanhood, parting her folds, and thrusting into her depths with fervor.
Overwhelmed by the sudden fullness and the wild pace, Arzu tightened her legs around him, her nails raking across his back, her chest heaving erratically. Her lips clung to his as Ateş gripped her small, shapely hips and pressed her against him with insatiable hunger.
Their breathless rhythm of lust continued until the first light of dawn.
Ateş had kept his promise: the night was filled with Arzu's cries of ecstasy.
Dear reader,
The morning after a night like that… In dreams, novels, and movies, it might be magical: a dazzling sunrise, two bodies entwined in peaceful slumber. But reality often tells a different story. As you learned in the first chapter, Arzu is a wounded woman.
For her, that night was perhaps the most precious gift she had ever received. Not just the touch on her skin, but the deep, soul-stirring connection, the overwhelming pleasure…
As the cool morning air crept into the room, Ateş slowly opened his eyes. He looked around — the bed was empty.
Normally, he preferred to wake up alone, never letting a woman stay the night. But this time was different. Last night, he had desperately wanted to fall asleep wrapped in Arzu's scent and warmth.
Even a few steps of distance now felt unbearable.
He quickly left the bed and headed toward the bathroom door, knocking softly. Silence.
He opened it cautiously. Empty.
Frantic, he pulled on some clothes and rushed to the kitchen, hoping she was making breakfast… The thought brought a hopeful, tender smile to his lips. Arzu doing something for him — thinking of him — would be priceless.
But when he entered the kitchen, his smile faded instantly.
The house was silent. She was gone.
His eyes fell on a small note on the counter.
"When you came last night, I had already bought tickets for a fresh start.
My son and I…
I selfishly wanted you for myself. But I couldn't tell you it was impossible.
Last night, you called me a coward and pathetic.
Maybe for the first time, this woman showed courage… and surrendered to you.
For me, it was a gift.
For you, perhaps just a selfishly committed sin.
When I woke up in your arms this morning, I realized…
I'm sorry, Yaman Korutürk.
I hope you'll remember me fondly."
(For those who forgot, she still thinks he's "Gallery Owner Yaman")
Ateş's brows furrowed. He realized that just like years ago, this woman had slipped through his fingers once more.
His knees buckled. He collapsed to the ground, leaning heavily against the counter, grief engulfing him.
Memories of long ago flashed before his eyes like an old film reel. Time unraveled backward… That moment… That painful moment stabbed at the core of his heart once more.
Arzu, standing in the grand mansion... Wearing her school uniform, hair flying with rage, her eyes burning with determination. But actually… She was standing in front of Ateş. Shielding him like a human barrier.
Her father, furious, extended his hand toward Ateş, but Arzu threw herself forward. She spread her arms wide and shouted:
"Enough, Dad!
Ateş is my friend! Take your hands off him!"
But the proud head of the Bayrak Family couldn't tolerate such defiance. His eyes, burning with rage, pointed his finger at Arzu. His voice thundered like a storm:
"That boy is trash!
Just like his father — a nothing!
You are Arzu Bayrak! Either honor that name… or get out of this house!"
Arzu's eyes didn't hold anger... But a painful tremor. Slowly, she turned her gaze to Ateş.
And Ateş…
At that moment, he felt the weight of the entire world crushing him. He swallowed hard. From the depths of his heart, he whispered:
"Come with me... I will never leave you, my little bird."
But in Arzu's eyes, there was something heavier than words… Sorrow. A deep, silent, unspeakable farewell.
She turned once, painfully, locking eyes with him:
"Leave, Ateş.
Don't ever come back."
Ateş's voice broke, a choked cry:
"Please... don't leave me."
But Arzu, clutching the storm raging in her chest, hardened even more. Her voice, sharp as a blade, cut through the air:
"I said get lost!
You and I are not the same."
And that moment… Ateş's world shattered. With those final words etched into his memory, he carried the wound forever.
Her father…
Wearing a cold, victorious smirk, stepped back. He thought he had won Arzu over. But in truth... He had lost his daughter forever.
And Ateş… That day, he said goodbye to his little bird.
Now, on this cold morning, he whispered to himself:
"Running away again, little bird...
I'll never be able to reach you, will I?
I'll never be worthy in your eyes..."
Every word burned like a coal in his heart, gnawing him with an unbearable longing, turning into a fierce rage.
Because last night, after knowing the taste and scent of that woman…
How could he now go on with this half-finished story called life?