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When We Collide - I Have Never Stopped Loving You

Chapter 3: I Have Never Stopped Loving You

Summary: A love confession in the rain.

A/N: Okay, so I am an episode behind but the fragman with the kiss in the rain owns me and I just had to write something for it. I am sure this isn't how it's going to go down on the show. Go ahead and consider this an indulgent fic. This is short and sweet and I hope you like it.

The rain pelts down against Esra’s skin, soaking her but she didn’t care.

Couldn’t. Not with Ozan pressed against her, his hand hot on her lower back, keeping her pressed against him. His drenched shirt clinging to his form, his eyes dark with desire and desperation.

A desperation she could feel in her bones as his words repeated on a loop inside her head.

Yes, I’m crazy! You have made me crazy! I am crazy jealous of you! Is that what you wanted to hear?!

Her heart pounded against her ribcage, her breath caught in her throat, the heat of his body seeped into hers and it took everything in her not to grabbed him and hold on as tight as she can.

His mouth drew closer to her, his breath coasting over her skin and she was helpless to the pull for any contact with him, her eyes slid shut as his lips brushed hers.

His lips pressed against hers and it was perfect. Moments later she was pushing at his chest holding back.

“I knew you were jealous!” she exclaimed, a triumphant smile pulling at her lips.

“Of course I was jealous,” Ozan clenched his jaw. “I don’t want to see the woman I love with someone else. Do you have any idea what it’s like to think the one person who is everything to you might feel that way about someone who isn’t you?”

Esra froze her smile slipping off her face. “Ozan,”

The pain in his tore at her heart and his words struck her like a fist, twisting her up inside.

“I know you say you don’t love me but that’s not what I feel when we are together.” Ozan pulled her flushed against his body and she gripped tightly to his shoulders. “You feel something I know it and I can be patient, I can wait for you to love me back. I have enough love inside me for the both of us.”

“I knew you still felt something for me,” Esra murmured, feeling breathless. “But I didn’t think you still loved me after everything,”

Ozan cupped her jaw, his sliding across her wet skin. “I have never stopped loving you. I tried. I was angry and hurt and I told myself you didn’t matter anymore, I didn’t need you but the truth is I have always needed you. I have loved you since we were kids. I loved you from the first moment that I saw you. I loved you even when you told me you have never loved me. And if there is something in this world that is absolute it’s that I will always be in love with you. It will always be you. Every beat of my heart is for you”

Esra surged forward, his words breaking down on her walls, her fears crumbling to dust. She connected her lips to his and it felt like coming home.

Ozan tilted her head back as he deepened the kiss, she opened to him, her heart, her entire being, letting him in, and nothing had ever felt more right to her.

Her arms moved to wrap around his neck, fisting her fingers in his hair.

Ozan’s arms bounded around her waist and he lifted her, the kiss intensifies. Esra wrapped her legs around his waist, holding tightly to him as they finally found their way back to each other.

He didn’t care that he was kissing her in front of his company. He didn’t care who saw.

He didn’t care who found out the truth of Esra being his ex-wife because he was going to make damn sure that they all knew he intended for her to be his wife again.

He was never going to let her go, his soul, his heart, his body, his everything was in her hands. He was hers from the moment they met and he always will be.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Feedback is encouraged.

BTW, I haven't forgotten any of the Eszan request I have gotten I promise I still plan to write them.

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When We Collide

Summary: This is a series of One-shots for Esra and Ozan from Ask Mantik Intikam.

A/N: This is a short one-shot. [Warning for Smut with this one]

Ozan felt like every time Esra was with Cinar she was doing it to get a rise out of him.

Why else were they together every time he turned around? Smiling, laughing, whispering, holding hands, like lovers.

He knew something was going on. There had to be.

Yet she was insistent that they weren’t, lying because she didn’t want to tell him the truth.

She stood in front of him, arguing her innocence in that damn red dress with the high slit and he hated it.

Hated that she was lying to his face, that she was even more beautiful than he remembered, hated that she still excited him, still took his breath away, still made his heart pound against his ribcage like a hammer.

Hated that he still loved her and she came back into his life to remind him of everything that was lost to him for reasons he was never able to understand.

“I have told you, again and again, there is nothing between me and Cinar!” Esra exclaimed. “It is not my fault you can’t except-”

He couldn’t take it anymore, he didn’t want to hear her speak his name one more time.

Ozan’s mouth came down over hers, hard intending to shut her up but he didn’t end it there. His lips moved over hers with instance, sparks shooting through him at the contact.

Ezra is taken back to suddenly feel his mouth against hers, her mouth tingling from the touch of his. Against her better judgment she kissed him back, her hands coming up to hold onto his arms as his lips moved over hers, she lost herself in the moment.

Ozan felt his breath hitch when she didn’t push him away and instead held onto him. Pressing his lips more insistently against hers he pushed her up against the door, pinning her with his body.

Her hands pulled at his shirt, pulling him closer.

He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth as his hands slid down her arms.

Ezra gasped her back arching as he teeth bit down on her lip.

Ozan smirked, his tongue sliding inside her mouth to taste her as he curled her wrist and pinned her hands above her head with both his wrist.

His other hand slides down her body, gliding that high slit in her dress and slipping it inside to press his hand against her gasped.

Esra’s breath hitched at the contact and she bucked her hips.

Ozan froze, his first thought was she was struggling against him trying to throw him off, he wrenched his mouth from her and released his grip on her wrist, and apology falling from his lips. “Esra, I’m sor-”

Esra’s hands dug into his shoulders as she yanked him back to her, her mouth pressing against his, her tongue sliding into his as her hips jerked, searching for his hand.

Ozan groaned, pressing his body back against her as he pressed his hand against her sex.

Ezra ripped her mouth from his, eyes dark with lust. Her sex clenching, needing him inside her, as he rubbed her through the fabric of her panties.

He was working her up into such a frenzy, all she could feel was the touch of his hands, his breath against hers, the way the heel of his hand pressed against her clit, his finger circled her entrance through her underwear, her arousal soaking the thin fabric. Small little gasps and breathy sounds escaping her parted lips.

She leaned her head back against the door, Ozan takes advantage, his mouth finding her neck, sucking and biting at her heating flesh, his tongue finding that spot just below her ear that always drove her crazy.

“Ozan,” her voice was breathless.

Ozan never stopped his ministrations as he unbuckled his belt and unfasten his jeans to free his throbbing cock.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her against his body, taking full advantage of the clit in her dress, he gripped the side of panties and ripped them, before pressing the head of his cock against her soaked entrance and pushed inside her, bottoming out with one long thrust.

Esra cried out, clutching at his shoulders, her mouth falling open in pleasure as his cocked stretched her, leaving a delicious burn in its wake.

Ozan groaned, her walls squeezed around him like a vice. He clenched his jaw. It had been so long since he had sex.

In fact, the last time was when he was with the very woman he was inside now. Except it had been nothing like this.

It was sweet and tender, lover. Now was primal.

He couldn’t wait, he pulled out of her and slammed back into her.

Esra cried out his name her hands scrambling, to hold on tightly to him, pulling him closer. Her cries got louder as he did it again and again, his thrust rough and deep, hitting her in a place that she hadn’t realized was aching to be used.

Ozan’s lips found her collarbone, leaving open mouth kisses as he fucked into her.

The door rattled with the forcing of their colliding bodies.

She threw her head back when he changed the angle going deeper, harder. She winced when it hit the door.

Ozan always aware of her kept one hand around her waist and moved the other one to cup the back of her head, shielding her.

Esra couldn’t take the loving gesture combined with the rough thrust of his cock inside her. She clamped her walls down on him as she came around his cock, a scream tore from her throat. She lurched forward burying her face in his neck, muffling her sounds.

Ozan groaned as she came undone around him, not once did he stop the movements. No, it urge him to fuck her harder deeper.

He grabbed ahold of her hips, gripping them tightly as he pounded into her, his cock pulsed, his hips losing rhythm as he found his own release inside her.

Spent, he slumped against her, the only thing holding them up was the door.

Esra breathed deeply, trying to catch her breath as her heart pounded against her ribcage.

Ozan when he was recovered enough to bare his own weight he pulled out of her, ran his hands along her body lovingly, his lips moving softly on her neck.

It was tender and a sharp contract to him roughing fucking her, want they shared was raw and primal. She could handle that but she couldn’t deal with a tender, loving Ozan.

Her head was screwed up enough as it was without him confusing her further.

She pushed at his chest. “I have to go,”

Ozan stumbled back, he was fixing his beath, his skin hot. “Did I hurt you?”

Did he hurt her? Yes but not just now.

No, her pain went deeper than he could ever know.

“This was a mistake,” she ran her hands through her hair and fixed her dress. “We made a mistake one that can’t ever happen again.”

Ozan watched her leave, her words like a jagged blade carving at his soul but he let her go like he always did, and just like every other time she took his heart with her.

A/N: Thanks for reading!