Chapter 6

Saturday, November 10th, 2018.

11:22 p.m.

She hurried into the bathroom and switched on the light and faced her confused face in the mirror. The confusion gave way to astonishment when she realized the state she was in: her mouth had a color that seemed humanly impossible; she also seemed to have taken part on the Kylie Jenner's lips challenge. Moving her face from left to right, looking at her jawline, chin and cheeks, she saw they were red and with tiny scratches all over.

As for her hair, well, it didn't look anything like the wavy locks she displayed when she went to the party. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, slowly releasing the air and opening her eyes and that's when she saw her eyes in the mirror. From confusion to astonishment, now the feeling that took over her was of fulfillment. When she realized it, she was smiling, she almost laughed at herself, all those marks were a consequence of the beginning of her transition from girl to a woman. And her heart seemed to leap when she remembered that it had been him who had marked her. Him...Him... "Allah! He must be waiting for me", coming out of her reverie, Hayat opened the door, but Aslan hadn't returned yet.

She went into the kitchen and, in the absence of his kisses, Hayat felt that she needed to occupy her mouth, to quench that whirlwind that was forming in her stomach. She opened the fridge and saw sliced cheese, tomato and cucumber and a juicy jug of juice. She sat down on the kitchen island chair and began to devour everything. Her appetite was voracious, and as she was biting a piece of cucumber, she heard Aslan calling for her:

- Hayat?

- In the kitchen!

"He's still dressed"- she sighed in relieved with the cucumber still in her mouth. "Phew! It hasn't started yet" - she thought.

- I thought you'd left ...

- Me?

- Yeah, you've run away from me before, so ...

Hayat looked down at the plate on the table and felt her cheeks flushing. Was she really living that moment? Wouldn't that be a dream? Talking and staring at him after ALL they had done? Suddenly the food seemed to protest in her stomach and she grimaced.

- Are you feeling ok? Would you like to eat something else? - Aslan asked, approaching her and touching her shoulder.

- No, no. Sorry, I opened your fridge, but I was very, very hungry.

- Yeah, I know your appetite well enough. – Aslan laughed - I love this about you. But I confess, I hoped you were hungry for something else tonight.

Aslan looked at her in a way that Hayat felt as if she would never feel hungry again. Hungry for food. She brought her thighs closely together trying to calm the beating of a heart that she didn't even know existed down there and asked:

-Are you hungry? Do you want me to prepare something?

-No, I don't want food. I want you. - He took Hayat's hand, pulling her. "Allah, Allah, it's happening ... Should I say that I am nervous? That I don't know if I want to? Does he know I've never done it? Where is he taking me?" - Hayat's mind seemed to be going at 70 mph and then, she got the answer to one of her questions: Aslan was taking her to his bedroom.

When they approached the bed, Aslan picked her up in his arms. Hayat was caught by surprise and all clumsy, she didn't help him balancing herself, and for pain or for pleasure, Aslan moaned. He laid her gently on the bed and began to remove her high heels, saying:

-Do you remember when I took care of your injury here - he pointed his finger at Hayat's knee – you remember, right? - Aslan kissed her knee and lay by her side.

-You are so beautiful - Aslan said, removing the hair from Hayat's face. - I've never seen anyone more beautiful than you.

Feeling shy, Hayat covered her face with both hands, only for Aslan to remove them two seconds later.

-Don't hide from me, please. I like every reaction that you show in your face, I may not have a photographic memory, but your face ... your features, I can't take my mind off you. I see you everywhere, you're already part of me. Let me be part of you, too?

His words were like a trigger, when Hayat realized it, she was sitting on his lap. Aslan sat, resting his back on the headboard of the bed and Hayat put a leg on either side of him. Aslan began to kiss her mouth. With both hands, using only his fingertips, he smoothed Hayat's collarbone. He went all the way to her shoulders and returned to her chest. He then kissed her chin making her arch her head back, Aslan went down kissing her neck all the way till the collarbone. Hayat couldn't hold back anymore and let out a moan, Aslan grabbed her by the waist and then did something new, lowering his hands smoothing her butt. He tightened his grip, bringing her closer to him. She opened her eyes and saw that his were hungry. Hayat was surprised about how used to she was getting to his bulge between her legs. She leaned closer and kissed him, squeezing his shoulders, making Aslan moan, and it wasn't a pleasure moan.

- Ouch...

- What happened? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?

- Hurt me? No, only my heart ... - He teased.

Hayat didn't understand and slapped his shoulder, making Aslan groan again.

-Ouch, my shoulder ...

-Sorry, I didn't know I hit that hard...

-No, that's not it. Yesterday, in my crossfit practice, I felt something on my shoulder and I think that now, when I carried you in my arms, I strained it...Ahhhh...

Hayat felt guilty, not only has he carried her, but she made things worse by squeezing and slapping his shoulder.

- But if you're in pain ... We don't need to... Let's not ...

- Hayat, I want you. There's nothing that can stop me from being with you.

- But ...we ...Hmmm... I know! Lie on your stomach.

- Hmm?

-Take off your shirt and your... your pants – she hesitated. - I'm going to give you a massage, I think it would help, right?

Aslan smiled like a kid who had got more than he'd asked for.

- Would you help me? - He said looking down at his clothes.

- Alright...

Aslan lifted his arms and Hayat removed his shirt and then, was time to remove his pants. Aslan got up and Hayat sat on the bed. All that she could see in front of her was his crotch, and his erection seemed to be tight inside his pants. Feeling shy, Hayat licked her lips and closed her eyes removing her hands from his pants. Aslan took them and put them back on the waistband of his pants.

-Look at me, you don't need be afraid or ashamed. It's me. Aslan. Your Aslan.

Hayat, didn't break eye contact with him, and when she realized it, she had unzipped him. Aslan removed his pants, and it was only when he threw them on the floor that Hayat dared to face his throbbing bulge in his white briefs, which kept something Hayat had never seen: a penis. Hayat bit her lip and moved on the bed, giving him room to lie down. And so he did. Aslan lay on his stomach, moaning as he moved his arm.

-It hurts that much?

-A little ... but I'm used to it, I've been through worse.

Hayat suspected, because now, she could see some small scars on him.

- Do you have an oil or cream?

-Yes, in that part of the wardrobe.

Hayat got up from the bed and found what she wanted. She climbed onto the bed and started softly on his shoulders. His skin was lightly tanned and seemed to be inviting her to touch him. "This kind of veiled torture should be forbidden!" - she thought. Sometimes he would sigh softly and sometimes heavier and he seemed to enjoy the massage, as he grabbed one of the pillows, sinking his fingers into it like claws. Hayat lowered her hands using her thumbs, smoothing his cervical spine. "How fit he is, I wish I could lick him" - she thought. She lowered her head as if to kiss his back but gave up. The worst torture was that she could smell his skin. That soft, firm, scented skin. She couldn't take it anymore, Hayat was taken by a courage and throwing her leg over him, sat on top of Aslan's butt. He let out a muffled groan that made Hayat rub herself against him. She took a deep breath and continued. She reached down almost to his ass and ran her finger down the waistband of his underwear. The white in contrast to his tanned skin was another invitation that begged to be accepted. Hayat began to rub herself on his butt involuntarily. She didn't know what she was doing, except that it was too good to stop. Hayat closed her eyes and was letting go when, suddenly, she opened them quickly when she felt Aslan moving impatiently beneath her and releasing the biggest groan she had ever heard. She rushed off of him and waited with her heart pounding, pressing her thighs tightly, she couldn't stop the contractions there.

-Hayat ... Hayat ... - Aslan repeated her name, in a hoarse, husky voice that was trying to calm down.

He turned on his back and Hayat couldn't help but notice a change in his underwear. It looked wet, but Aslan covered it with his hand before Hayat could look any longer.

-You, you ... That had never happened to me before.

A terror ran down Hayat's spine, and a wave of insecurity fell upon her:

-Was it that bad? The massage?

Aslan let out a hoarse laugh:

- Bad? It was the opposite ... I usually need a lot more than a simple massage to ... to ... you know.

Hayat looked at him confused, shaking her head negatively.

-You surprise me, Hayat, you are unique. You made me come.

Hayat look down, embarrassed, and stared at her own thighs. The butterflies in her stomach were flapping their wings non-stop. She smiled just like a fool as she gathered courage to face him.

- Seriously?

-Seriously, look at me ... I can't remember the pain in my shoulder anymore ... - he started to get up from the bed and Hayat felt a fear, "Where is he going?" - she wondered.

-I'm going to take a shower, and you do not even think about getting out of here. This night is far from over.

Hayat couldn't contain the feeling growing inside her. "What just happened? I made him what?! He's going to take a shower, and then? He said it wasn't over?" - Hayat threw herself on the bed and swung her legs in the air with such excitement. She felt a warmth emanate from her center and she felt an urgent need to remove the dress. She took it off at once and when she threw it on the floor, she saw Aslan's shirt. Hayat picked it up and brought it to her nose, inhaled that scent that had already made her numb, having been with him for hours now. She didn't think twice and put it on.

When Aslan came out of the shower, he approached the bed, wrapped in a towel and couldn't help but smile like a fool, Hayat slept like an angel. Her hair spread out on the pillow, her still-swollen lips. Looking at the curves of her body, Aslan couldn't help but feel on top of the world when he saw she was wearing his worn shirt. He took off his towel and put on a clean underwear. He walked to the kitchen and reached into her purse for her cell phone. He needed to tell someone that she was here. Aslan sent a message to Hande saying that Hayat was with him and therefore to be prepared to make up an excuse to her parents. He put her cell phone back in her purse and went back to his room. He lay down beside her and hugged her. He couldn't believe he had her in his arms. He couldn't believe everything they had done that night. He couldn't believe that he had in his arms the rarest bird he had ever encountered in the world. With his nose on her shoulder, Aslan fell asleep.