"Evren." I called out his name when he pushed his hips against mine again and again. Evren started taking out my clothes and so did I to his. My fingers searched for the buttons and pins and when I found them, I took them out one after another until they were completely out.
He stretched his hands for me to take out his shirt and I did just that. My lips started moving against his, tracing all of the scars on his body. Evren had been a prince since he was born yet let himself to be slave for the lady, but I wondered why.
Why would he stoop to that level for them? What did he want from them so bad that he didn't have?
He molded my breast with his hands squeezing it lightly before taking one into his mouth. I threw my head backwards drowning in desires. Evren suddenly paused and look up at me, his eyes lazier than it used to be.
"What is it?" I asked panicked stricken but Evren suddenly pulled me from the wall and carried me in bridal style.