Chapter 64

Something is happening!

The clear sky of July enveloped them, their bodies entangled all night long. Her deep, universe-like eyes slowly opened, welcoming the first rays of sun that rose above the horizon. As they confessed their love and spent the night together, a rosy blush warmed her cheeks, while the images of their starlit moments played like a permanent film in her mind.

Rising up from her lover's chest, she gazed at him while he still slept. Her heart couldn't help but flutter at the sight of him, realizing that he was a true work of art. Even the wounds on his body made him resemble an ancient warrior, proudly displaying his battle scars. However, she couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart, thinking about how much those wounds must have hurt him. It was strange how, when she used to hate him, she secretly wished for his pain. Now, tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt his pain as her own.

"You are my cure. When you love me, Sibel, you can never hurt me," he reassured her with his words, providing solace for her troubled soul. Despite her fears of causing him harm, his words put her at ease.

With flaming lips, she began kissing his wounds, starting with the one on his eyebrow. As soon as her tender skin touched his lips, he woke up, feeling her lips on his injured brow. Despite the intense desire between them, he remained still, allowing her to continue her mission. She moved on from one bruise to another, planting kisses all over his face, though she purposely avoided his lips, fearing he would stop her exploration. Deep down, she somehow knew that he was awake, silently enjoying every moment.

She continued to shower his wounds with affection, whether they were fresh or aged like ancient relics. However, a mischievous thought crossed her mind as she straddled his chest. To get a better view, she crossed her legs and sat gently on his abdomen, with only a thin sheet separating their intimate parts. She bit her lip as she noticed his immediate response to her innocent action.

Her delicate fingers traced a heart shape on his chest, starting from his sternum and ending at his belly button. This time, she used her tongue as a marker, and her lips created a vacuum kiss, causing him to stay still, even though all he desired was to turn the tables and devour her like the goddess she was.

She completed her heart, but she missed two scars on his ribs that they both shared. Those were Hakan's markings. So, she kissed them slowly, and his inner demon began to relax even more.

Luckily, the weather wasn't windy or cold, just as warm as the morning. She couldn't catch a cold while her mischievous work was in progress. After outlining the line, she began to fill it with pepper kisses, which worked like a magical brush. However, she left those little buds without giving them proper attention.

He knew what was coming as soon as her hot tongue caressed the right nipple. He tightly clenched the poor pillow, allowing her to satisfy her inner desires. He let himself go completely, not holding himself back as she made sure he lost control and succumbed to his desires. His heavy breath mingled with hers as she finished her masterpiece. Then, she sat down on his body, placing her legs over his, her chest against his, their skin touching, and their lips meeting.

She simply positioned herself there, breathing in sync with him. As his arms enveloped her back, his tongue teasingly licked her lips. She parted her lips, and he eagerly slid his tongue inside, engaging in a playful game of hide and seek with her. The kiss deepened, almost consuming her mouth. However, she didn't kiss back. He stopped and looked at her, finding her staring back at him.

His eyes silently asked, "Why don't you kiss me?"

"I died three times just so I could fall in love with you," she replied.

He pondered over her words, but she continued, "You can only recall the two times that I died and came back, right?!"

He breathed, "Yes."

"I was born dead, Sinbad. The doctors did everything they could to bring me back to life. So, another one of my prophecies came true. As for not kissing you, I was waiting for the moment when I could kiss you back, right after you dried my lips. Kiss me again now."

He obediently complied.

He kissed her again, but still, she didn't respond. Just when he was about to give up, she kissed him back, pouring all her love for him into the kiss.

He wasn't going to let her go anytime soon. He pushed the sheets aside, uniting their bodies. Using all his strength, he rose above her and showed her what it truly meant to tame his beast.

****

Holding their sheets and clothes, they came downstairs, fearing to find Mert there. They quickly entered the room, only to find a note placed over their bed.

"Dear parents,

I am going to Uncle's house again, as I don't want to be the third wheel during your romantic escapades. God forbid I witness that process! 🤮 When I couldn't find you in your room, I didn't dare search for you, as I was afraid of seeing things a child shouldn't see their parents doing.

Stay safe!

Keep loving each other!

I love you both differently 😇

I'll see you when you've finally regained your sanity and look presentable.

From your one and only, Mert."

Sibel couldn't stop laughing as she read the note. Sinbad took it and smiled while reading his son's words.

They were enjoying a late breakfast, savoring each other's company.

"It would've been fun to win you over through Mert when he was little."

"You think I would've given in so easily?!"

"You're a mom who would sleep in the same bed with me if our troublemaker needed it." He playfully pinched her nose.

"You're right, but that doesn't mean I would've accepted you."

"I would've done anything to make you fall for me. Look, I waited 15 years and now I've made your heart beat for me." He kissed her exposed chest and placed his ear against it, listening to her heartbeat.

She hugged him tightly, like a mother holding her precious child.

How lovely it is to witness their love for each other.

But don't wish to be in their place just yet,

As trouble will come their way once again.

Just as she was shopping with Mert, the usual rumors started, but she pretended not to hear them. But then someone dared to throw a tomato at her, and after that, everyone started misbehaving and throwing things at them. They called her names and assumed something was going on between her and Mert. She used her body to shield her son from their anger until a massive wall came to their rescue.

When she raised her head to see who the wall was, she realized it was her man. The hysterical crowd immediately stopped when they saw him standing there, dropping their arms and the food that was meant for both mother and son.

"I don't know who was stupid enough to raise a hand against my family, but I will make sure to use them as an example around here tomorrow," he said angrily. "I swear I will make all of them who dared to talk or throw something against my family meet the devil. I thought you all knew my one sacred rule: don't ever touch my family. But I will make you pay, deary."

He seethed as he looked at them with pure hate, his body serving as a shield for his two loved ones.

"We have done whatever you say for years, and we are grateful for your generosity, Sir. But you are not doing right by bringing a woman from another state and using her as a pawn between you and your son,” a woman in her forties spoke up from the crowd. "We may not be as open as the Western world, but we don't compromise our dignity, Sir."

"Well, thank God you're a woman, because I would have shown you the real meaning of hell. How dare you speak such obnoxious words? She is his mother. She is Sibel Kara. My Sibel, my woman who has finally come back to her hometown. And all of you dare to raise your hands and hurl unspeakable words. You will see what will happen to all of you who used that little brain to hurt my beloved ones."

What he said chilled everyone to the bone. They were doomed.

Sinbad walked, holding his two loved ones under his arms until they arrived at the car. He noticed that Mert looked sad the entire ride but didn't want to ask him about it now, as he was comforting Sibel.

While Sibel was taking a bath, Sinbad went to Mert's room and found him throwing a small ball against the wall, which was something he did whenever he was upset. Sinbad caught the ball and threw it back to him as he threw it again.

"I couldn't protect her, dad. She covered me with her tiny body, taking on everything they threw. Why do they act like that? Why do they say those horrible things to us? She's my mom and I love hugging and kissing her, I've missed her for years and they just…" Mert couldn't finish as he started sobbing hard on his father's chest.

Sinbad was tongue-tied, unsure of what to say to his boy. This world is cruel for a pure heart like his. He promised himself he would find whoever is behind this and show them the true colors of hell.

Soon, the two men felt her embrace as her dripping hair touched Sinbad's arms and the boy's face.

"You don't need to worry, my boy. I am your mom. I would give my life for you if that's what it takes, not just defend you from a bunch of sick-minded people."

She gently wiped away his tears as he hugged her, snuggling his face into her hair. The look she gave Sinbad melted his ruthless expression, and he couldn't help but hug his two loves.

****

"What you had me do was riskier than I thought. You should have been there to witness him as he threatened all of us." A man was terrified as he stood before a young lady who was counting money.

"I didn't think he would show up so early, but here's your money. You can leave Oriental for a while until everything calms down." She nonchalantly behaved as she moved away from the poor man who is about to experience hell soon, although he and his master are unaware of it yet.