Ozan's lips brushed lightly against her neck, teasing her skin as he whispered, "You're so irresistible when you try to push me away."
Leyla's breath caught in her throat, her body instantly reacting to the soft, deliberate pressure of his lips against her sensitive neck. She stiffened for a moment, feeling his warm breath against her skin before he let his tongue flick over the curve of her neck.
The shock of it sent a rush of heat to her cheeks, and her hands instinctively gripped the arm around her waist, as if to steady herself. The room seemed to tilt for a second, the music drowning in the pounding of her heart.
"Ozan…" she whispered, barely able to form the words, feeling the pulse at her neck quicken with every passing second. "What are you doing?"
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her skin. "Just making sure you know how much you mean to me," he murmured, his voice deep and teasing. "You've always been so damn captivating, Leyla. I couldn't just watch from a distance today."
Leyla turned her head slightly, catching his gaze from the corner of her eye, and for a split second, the intensity between them felt like it could shatter the air around them. The way he looked at her—possessive, hungry, and yet filled with something deeper—made her chest tighten.
He kissed the side of her neck again, his tongue flicking over her skin.