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Dragging in a deep breath, Yalda tried to stop her hands from trembling as she stared blankly into the horizon. She had done as she had been told; she had drank some water, and she had stood on the balcony to get some air, but yet she was still as unsettled as she had been when she had woken up.

It had become almost normal for her to dream of Alexander, or to lie in bed and remember times they had spent together, but she couldn't get used to it till now, she couldn't get herself to not be affected by him and his absence.

She tried to get him off her mind by looking around; observing and taking in her surroundings. This was her first time in Turkey—her homeland—and she hadn't even given herself a chance to take it all in, to appreciate the beauty and culture of the land.

Her gaze flickered around as she began looking around, finally seeing everything she had ignored before, finally distracting herself from the painful thoughts.

The balcony was vast, its polished marble cool beneath her bare feet. She gripped the iron railing, her fingers tightening as she leaned forward, letting the soft breeze kiss her face. The city spread out before her like a living, breathing tapestry.

It was evening now, and the horizon burned with the hues of the setting sun; golden yellows melting into fiery oranges and deep purples; it was beautiful and breathtaking. Istanbul hummed below, its heart beating in the bustling streets, the distant wail of a ferry horn, and the melodic call to prayer echoing from minarets that pierced the skyline.

She inhaled deeply. The air was thick with the scent of the Bosphorus; salty and tinged with the faintest hint of seaweed, mixed with the aroma of roasted chestnuts and spices wafting up from the street vendors below. It was a stark contrast to the sanitized luxury of the hotel behind her, and she found herself drawn more to the rawness of the city than the opulence surrounding her.

The temperature was perfect—cool enough to carry the promise of the night yet warm enough to leave a lingering heat on her skin. The breeze tugged at her hair, playing with loose strands, and she closed her eyes, letting the moment seep into her bones, letting herself feel peace for just a moment—

"There you are."

Her eyes snapped open on hearing Ioannis's voice. And just like that, she was snapped back to reality. She turned around to face him and he frowned slightly on seeing her watery eyes.

He was still wearing his outfit from earlier; a fitting grey suit that reminded her of eyes she desperately wanted to forget.

"You're back." She said, her voice still quiet. She tried to pull on a smile, it was the least she could do since he'd been so kind to her, but of course, her lips refused to comply.

"I am."

He made his way over to her in a few steps, and the warmth he brought with him had her closing her eyes and breathing in deeply. It was just warmth he brought, it was a sense of security which seemed to lessen her anxiety.

Her eyes flutterered open on feeling his fingers gently caress her cheek and her tired gaze met his. Brushing a lock of hair from her face, he tucked it behind her ear before letting his fingers slide into her hair to come the back of her head.

"Would going on a walk make you feel better?" He asked her.

Did she wanted to go on a walk? Her body was trembling and she wasn't sure walking was what she needed at the moment. She shook her head.

"What would make you feel better?"

Alexander would. He always had a way of making her feel better when he had broken her to the point that she couldn't stand. But he couldn't make her feel better now, could he?

She had to blink quickly to stop more tears from stinging the back of her eyes. She blew out a breath after reminding herself that she was trying to get better.

"I don't know." She replied honestly.

His gaze dipped from her eyes to her lips just as she licked them to moisten them subconsciously, it lingered for a moment before flickering back to hers. His eyes were darker now, they betrayed whatever thought had just popped into his mind.

Something about the way he wanted her made her want him too; her stomach churned as the pit of it heated slowly. Something about how easily her body was beginning to respond to him was frightening.

"Do you want me to kiss you, Yalda?" He asked, his voice lower clear enough for her to hear. She lowered her gaze from his but he easily nudged her head back up. "I'm going to kiss you if you don't give me an answer."

Her body shuddered slightly in anticipation of his kiss, and it came almost immediately. He leaned in and claimed her lips slowly, gently, calmly. His fingers wove themselves deeper into her hair and his other hand wound around her waist to bring her closer.

It was calming and definitely arousing. It started off slowly, without rush and hunger, but then, his tongue parted her lips and slid into her mouth to deepen the kiss, and his fingers in her hair tightened just as his hold on her waist.

He dragged her even closer, the hunger was beginning to become much. They were both running out of breath but neither seemed to care. A quiet moan left Yalda as his hand ventured lower to grab her ass, he fondle her flesh so expertly that she couldn't stop herself from moaning louder.

"I want you," he told her when her their lips parted, "I want you badly."

His confession had her clenching her tight as a sensation bolted to her middle. She dragged in one shuddering breath after another as she stared up at him.

"Do you want this?" He asked her.

Her heart was pounding so heavily at the moment, she wanted this, she wanted him to make her mind blank, she wanted to forget everything.

She nodded, but he wasn't having it.

"Say it." He ordered causing her to clench her thighs even more. "Tell me you want this."
His eyes were much darker now, and the way he held her hand her breath shuddering even more.

"I do. I want this." The words left her lips quietly.

And that was all it took for him to haul her up so her legs wrapped around his waist. He made his way over to the bed in determined strides and her body rang with anticipation as he set her down on the bed.
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