Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 71: His scent on her

Chapter Seventy-One

"You are wet. Just as I want you to be. I want to enter you now. May I?" He asked, his voice sounding like he was about to lose it.

"Yes," she whispered.

He didn’t waste a second. The world had shrunk down to this... to the heat of his body against hers.

A sharp inhale left her lips as he pushed into her, slow but unyielding, stretching her inch by inch. The cold air did nothing to cool the fire burning between them, and the heat of his body searing against her back.

His grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging into her skin as he moved in her. A low, guttural sound rumbled in his chest, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

She clenched around him, and he cursed under his breath, his forehead dropping to her shoulder. "Fck," he ground out, his voice rough, and strained.

She exploded, her hands falling on the counter.

Then he began to move again, thrusting back into her, harder this time. Her knees buckled, but he held her firm, his grip possessive, and unrelenting.

The world around them faded... it all melted away, leaving only this. Only them.

Her breath caught as she clutched to him, her senses submerged in him. His scent enveloped her, rich and intoxicating.... There was a mixture of his sweat, the lingering hint of the outdoors, and something uniquely him.

It filled her lungs, causing a gradual aching deep in her stomach. Every breath she took simply pulled her more under and knotted her deeper into his presence.

His fingertips traced fire across her skin, his mouth at her throat, and his voice a low murmur against her ear. They were words she scarcely heard, and so she got lost in the beat between them.

He began to increase the pace, each thrust deep and measured, sending pleasure spiraling through her. She bit her lip, trying to contain the sounds threatening to escape, but he was not having it.

One hand slid up, wrapping around her throat, tilting her head back against his shoulder. "Let me hear you," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

A moan slipped from her lips, raw and breathless.

"Good girl," he praised, his pace quickening, and driving into her.

She was lost, drowning in him, in this intoxicating pleasure. She just realized she had no control... not even over her own body when she was in his arms. Not even one bit. She wasn’t used to that and it didn’t scare her at the moment. It only excited her even more.

His hand slid up, fingers wrapping around her throat again, applying just enough pressure to pull her back to his chest again. "Mine," he murmured against her ear, his voice rough with possession and need for her.

She gasped, her body clenching around him in response, and he groaned one more time, his pace stuttering for the briefest moment before he recovered, driving even deeper.

Her legs trembled, the pleasure coiling tighter, winding her up like a thread about to snap. He felt it— he always did.

One hand slipped down between her thighs, his fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing slow, teasing circles that had her whimpering.

"Come for me," he ordered, his voice dark, and commanding.

Her body obeyed before her mind could catch up, pleasure exploding through her again in waves so intense she thought she might collapse. He held her through it, his movements growing erratic as he chased his own release.

With a final, deep thrust, he groaned her name, "Asli." his body tensing before he spilled inside her,

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Their heavy breaths filled the silence.

She should have felt vulnerable. Exposed. But instead, she felt... safe. Grounded. Claimed. Like she belonged right there, in his arms, even if she would never admit it out loud.

He did not let go. Not yet. Not even for a second.

His arms stayed wrapped around her, holding her against him as their breathing slowly evened out. He pressed a slow, lingering kiss to her shoulder, his lips soft in contrast to the grip he still had on her waist.

For a while, they just stood there, bodies still joined and lost in the quiet of the day.

Then, with a sigh, he finally pulled away. His hands smoothed over her thighs before he bent slightly, hooking an arm beneath her knees and lifting her effortlessly into his arms.

She did not protest. She did not even open her eyes. Her head rested against his shoulder, while her body was spent, and boneless in his hold. He carried her inside, his steps steady, unhurried, as if savoring the feel of her against him.

The bed was cool beneath her as he laid her down, but his warmth lingered, wrapping around her like a phantom touch.

He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, watching as her breathing slowed, her body melting into the mattress.

His fingers moved but calmly against her skin. He slowed for a brief minute as her perfume enveloped him. It was his shampoo. This excited him the first time she came out and he smelled it and it even excited him more at the moment.

She had used it this morning, and he could smell it on her skin and in her hair, mixed with her own gentle, sweet scent. Asli was a goddess... the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He doubted she would believe him if he told her. He knew she would rather take a brutal compliment than a sweet one. She would preferred he told her she was a skillful killer than a sexy woman.

She was both and she was all his.

Something about his scent on her sent a deep, possessive heat that coursed through his chest wanting him to claim her as if his life depended on it.

She smelt like him as if she belonged to him and at that moment, it was all that he needed.

He dipped his head, inhaling softly as his lips brushed over her shoulder, enjoying the way she quivered below him. A faint, contented murmur resounded in his chest. ’Mine.’

She was asleep before she even realized it, slipping into unconsciousness the moment her head hit the pillow.

And he stayed, watching her for a long while, something unreadable flickering in his dark eyes.

Asli was his. Only his.

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She woke up with the same ache she got there to heal from. She cursed Ahmet under her breath. But unlike the first time, maybe she could manage this one.

Then, she heard Ahmet’s footsteps in the room. She could tell his direction without opening her eyes. Then, his phone began to ring and he quickened his steps.

"What?" He responded, and she wondered if this was her first time hearing him talk to his men. He sounded different as if he was not the man who was talking dirty to her some few hours ago.

"What do you mean by the last shipment arriving last night has been hijacked!" He was furious and again, without opening her eyes, she could tell his eyes were trained on her when he said that.

She had hijacked so many of his deliveries and she wasn’t going to stop doing them but this, she would swear on everything important to her that she knew nothing about it. She was literally with him last night.

She finally opened her eyes, sitting on the bed. She knew what was waiting for her. Her instinct was always right.

And looking at his eyes and to the gun in his hand, she knew he was going to punish her and it wasn’t going to be like the fun one he gave her the last time she made him angry.

She reached for her gun as well and realized she had gotten too comfortable, and her gun was somewhere far from her. Since when were her weapons far from reach?

"You better sit still." He commanded and it did not sound nice like it did the last time he commanded her.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "With your gun pointed at me?" She said through gritted teeth.

"Asli, where is my Cargo?" He questioned with a pissed tone and she looked at him. This was the first time anyone pointed a gun at her without her doing the same.

But did she feel powerless? Certainly not. She was looking him dead in the eye.

It was as if they weren’t the same people tangled in the bed she was sitting on.

"I don’t know. I was with you!" Was he being serious? She tried to recall, not because she was guilty, but because she wanted to make sure he was sane.

After the training room, they began their intimate session as if they were on a timer, they continued till who knew why time it ended. She did not even know what time he brought her to bed. She was so tired she slept without even noticing. Then she woke up this afternoon.

"Put your gun down!" She yelled, only because she saw his fingers going to the trigger.

If he shot that gun and he missed, heaven would have to hold her down. "If you are going to shoot, make sure the bullet kills me." She warned and his eyes did not flicker for a second.