Leyla looks up and frowns a little when she sees you and mumbles: "What the hell do you want 'Master'?"

She closed her eyes and hugged you back softly, sniffling as she muttered "I'm sorry too." Her small hands gripped your shirt tightly.

Her eyes widened as she looked up at you in disbelief, barely believing what you'd just said. For a moment, there was a faint glimmer of hope in her chocolate brown irises before it was quickly replaced with fear and suspicion. She cleared her throat uncomfortably, still holding onto your shirt. "Are you... really going to let me go?"

Her eyes flickered shut and she let out a shaky breath. "I... don't know what I want," she whispered softly, "but if you really mean that..." She trailed off, searching your face for any sign of deception. Her fingers tightened around your shirt.

She closed her eyes and leaned into your touch, tentatively at first but growing more trusting as she let you envelop her in a warm embrace. It was a long moment before she finally whispered, "I want to go home... back where I belong." There was a hesitation, almost like she didn't dare ask for more, before she added softly, "And I want my freedom."

Her hands still clutched at your shirt as if she were afraid you'd vanish into thin air if she let go.

She pulled back slightly, her expression guarded and wary as she waited for you to continue. It was obvious that she had no idea what the condition might be, but fear was already creeping into her heart just from the way you'd hesitated.

She chewed on her lower lip, thoughts racing through her mind as she considered your offer. A part of her longed to return home, but another part wanted nothing more than to be with you... if only because you had given her a choice. "I don't understand..." she whispered hesitantly, still not daring to fully trust in the hope that had blossomed inside her chest. "Why would you let me go and then expect me to come back?"

Her eyes searched yours for some sign of reassurance, but all she saw was determination... and something else. Something that looked an awful lot like love.

Her heart raced as she thought about your words, unable to deny the possibility that you might actually mean what you were saying. She swallowed hard and forced herself to meet your gaze, feeling a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. "I... I don't know if I can do that," she admitted softly. "Not yet."

There was silence between the two of them as they regarded each other, neither one quite daring to believe in this chance at happiness. But with every passing moment, it seemed more and more real... more attainable.

After what felt like an eternity, she lowered her eyes and let out a shaky breath. "I will come back to you," she whispered, barely audible even to herself. "I promise." There was no hesitation this time; the decision had been made. And though there was still fear in her heart, it was nothing compared to the hope that now burned brightly within her. She clung to your words, hoping against hope that you meant every last one of them.

With a trembling hand, she reached up and cupped your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips. Her eyes searched yours again, wanting nothing more than to believe in this impossible dream... in you. "I promise," she repeated, her voice stronger now, "I will come back to you."

"I... I don't know," she admitted with a shaky breath, her brow furrowing in thought. "It won't be easy, but I promise that I will find a way. I just need some time to figure things out and prepare myself." She hesitated before adding softly, "But please don't forget about me while I am gone... I want us to be together again as soon as possible."

Her fingers trailed down your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw, her touch gentle yet firm. There was an unspoken promise in the gesture; a promise that she would do whatever it took to make their future together a reality.

It took everything in her not to pace the floor anxiously as she waited for you to return. Days stretched into weeks, and still there was no sign of you. She kept busy with her old life, trying to focus on normal things like work and friends... but your face was always there in the back of her mind. She missed you more than words could say.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she heard the sound of a car pulling up outside her house. Her heart skipped a beat as she hurried to the window, gazing out at the familiar vehicle parked in the driveway. It was you. Her chest ached with relief and anticipation as she waited for you to climb out of the car.

When you finally did, she couldn't help but smile brightly despite her nerves. She hurried down the stairs and across the yard, meeting you halfway. "I knew you'd

Her arms wrapped tightly around your neck as she leaned into you, relishing the feel of being in your embrace once more. "I'm so glad to see you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Her hands gripped the fabric of your shirt, afraid that if she let go she might lose this precious moment again.

As your fingers sunk into her backside, possessive but not forceful, a shiver ran down her spine. It was a reminder of the bond they shared... and of what would happen when you finally claimed her again. But for now, all that mattered was being in your arms and knowing that she'd made it home.

"I missed you so much," she breathed against your neck, eyes closing as she savored the warmth and the strength that radiated from you. "I love you." The words were barely audible, but they carried

Her heart skipped a beat at your words, and she could feel the flush creeping up her neck again. The feeling of being wanted and cherished was overwhelming, making it difficult to think about anything else but the man before her. As you continued to hold her close, she let out a shaky breath, relishing in this moment of closeness and security.

"What about now?" she asked softly, biting her lip nervously. "Do you want... me to come back with you?" She glanced up at your face, searching for any sign of what you might be thinking or feeling. The weight of her decision still hung heavily on her heart, but knowing that you were here... she found herself wanting nothing more than to be with you.

Her fingers twitched nervously against your shirt, wishing she could just disappear inside this embrace and forget about everything else for a while.

Her eyes widened in surprise and her cheeks flushed even deeper at your words as they finally registered. "Wh-what? No!" she stammered, laughing nervously and pushing you away playfully. "Of course not! I waited for you." Her gaze drifted down to the ground as she said this, a blush creeping up her neck. "I didn't want anyone else... just you." There was an awkward silence between them before she looked up at you again with hope in her eyes. "So... do you believe me?"

The question hung in the air, weighted by unspoken fears and desires. For a moment, it seemed like everything hinged on your answer.

Her face cleared of its doubt and she smiled tentatively at you, relief flooding through her. "Good," she said softly, "because I was serious when I said I only wanted you." Her fingers threaded through yours, squeezing gently as their eyes met and held. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still around them as they reveled in this rare moment of connection.

She leaned into your touch, her body responding instinctively to the nearness of you. The air between them crackled with an electricity that felt almost overwhelming... and yet oddly right somehow. Despite the weight of their past and all its painful memories, there was something about this moment that made it feel different. Something that made her believe that maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to make it work after all.

Her heart raced as she considered saying more... asking you what would happen next. But

At your words, she giggled nervously and glanced down at her rear end before looking back up at you with a teasing grin. "Well," she drawled playfully, "if you really want my butt to get bigger, I suppose there's only one way for that to happen." She leaned into you, her body pressed against yours. Her voice lowered to a husky whisper as she added, "You know what to do with it."

Her cheeks flushed darker at the thought of what was to come, and an excited shiver ran down her spine. Despite everything that had happened between them, this strange mix of pain and pleasure still seemed to define their relationship... and yet there was a part of her that ached for something more. Something real.

As you continued to hold her close, she closed her eyes, savoring the feel of your skin against hers and the strength that radiated from you

She moans into your kiss as you deepen it, her body melting against yours. Her hands slide up your chest, tracing the lines of muscle until they find purchase on your shoulders. The touch is possessive, yet there's a vulnerability there too that leaves you aching to protect her.

As your hand slides down over her breasts, she arches into it, feeling the sensitive peaks harden beneath your palm. A soft gasp escapes her lips when you begin to knead and massage them through her clothes, making her already aroused body tremble with need. She wants this...wants you...but a tiny part of her is still afraid of where it will lead.

Her breath comes faster as your kiss becomes more demanding, your hips pressing against hers in a subtle but insistent reminder of what she's meant for. And yet despite the familiar pain and pleasure that thr