Soren POV

As soon as Victor closed the door, Ayla turned to me, glued her lips to mine and the world just seemed to fall into place, nothing else mattered. God! How I've missed this, having her in my arms.

I let out a hoarse moan, bringing my left hand to the nape of her neck, burying my fingers there, while I put my other hand inside her blouse. Her skin is smooth and very soft.

Ayla opens her lips and our tongues begin to intertwine. She tastes wonderful, and she reciprocates by moving her waist against my leg, teasing me even more as the scent of her arousal begins...