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She wanted to stay on the island.

We could travel anywhere on the planet, but Serenity chose Greece for our honeymoon. She told me that her best memories are here.

As I watch her come out the bathroom and walk towards me, completely naked, I wonder if I will ever be able to react less voraciously to the sight of my wife ready to give herself to me.

I get up, meeting her halfway, the desire already completely out of control, like an avalanche that can't be stopped. My body is tense, the muscles transmuted into steel.

I cup her face and run my thumb across her lips. Serenity separates them, taking my thumb between her teeth, licking the tip, teasing.

I reach into her hair, twisting it in my fist; keeping her still, I attack her lips.

Small fingers touch my jaw; breasts rub against me.

I slide my other hand up her ass, groping her pussy from behind. I brush her entrance, and she gasps, moans, and when I take her mouth, she responds to my kiss eagerly.

"You are delicious. I'll fuck you like you deserve the second time, but now, I want to fuck you hard.” I take her to the bed and make her bend over, her face on the mattress, her ass facing me.

I squat down and suck from her pussy to her ass, which I have taken countless times and which gives me as much pleasure as her sex.

"I'm going to make you come in my mouth. It's going to be fast and intense, love."

I hold her by the hips, and her scent is, in itself, an aphrodisiac. Sweet, soggy pussy.

I plunge my face into her sex, smearing myself with her lust. When I catch her clit between my teeth, she gasps in a moan of pleasure, throbbing against my lips, climaxing intensely.

"So delicious. You're ready to take me now."

I stand up, and with my legs, I force her to separate her thighs. Standing up, I hold her face against the mattress and thrust balls-deep into her tight pussy.

I see her hands grip the sheet tightly every time I enter her in a deep, rhythmic lunge.

"I'm crazy about you, Serenity."

"And I’m crazy about you, husband."

Hearing her use my newly acquired title for the first time makes me feel like a Neanderthal.

I hold her hips and thrust inside in quick strokes.

She screams and clenches around me.

Moving my hand beneath her, I spread her folds, devoting myself to her sensitive clit.

"Oh . . ."

"Damn, you're horny." I grab a handful of her hair without stopping.

The fuck is dirty and maybe a little rough for a wedding night, but she begs for more.

I pull back, exiting completely, and dive back in, hammering faster and faster, making my way inside her body several times.

I slide into her pussy, fucking her mercilessly. I feel small spasms around my shaft. "Come with me, naughty girl."

I continuously massage her clit with my middle finger, delighting in each thrust inside her body.

The contractions increase, and my demand becomes animalistic.

Seconds later, she moans and forces her body forward, coming.

I pump into her a few more times, and then I reach my limit.

I hold her by her hips and come, filling her with my semen, but it's not enough, so I slide my cock out and rub myself, causing another jet of come to spread across her ass cheeks.

I throw myself onto the bed and pull her with me, laying her on top of my body. "I love you, Serenity Kostanidis. Always and forever."

"I love you, and I'm crazy about you, Kostanidis. I will be yours until my last breath."

Ten years later

Just like the first time I saw her dance, I am fascinated by the sight of my Serenity closing the season with Sleeping Beauty .

The girl who was once an up-and-coming dancer is now the absolute queen of stages around the world.

But it's not just on stage that my Serenity commands the show, mesmerizing her spectators. She reigns in our lives too: mother, wife, lover, friend. She is the complete package in one person.

The girl who had her story stolen is now the master of her own destiny.

I come out from behind the scenes with my two children in my arms, ready to meet our muse. Serenity keeps me, Hunter, and Becker completely at her feet. Soon, our family will expand with the arrival of a girl, Liz, and that is why my wife made the decision to end her career. Today is not only the end of the season—it is the crowning achievement of a successful journey.

“Mommy is crying,” our oldest son, Hunter, says. He is six years old and still cannot distinguish tears of joy from tears of sadness.

"She's thrilled."

"Because she won't dance anymore?"

"No, your mother will never stop dancing. She is our personal dancer. Mom is crying with happiness." And I know it's true. It wasn't an impulsive decision. Serenity decided that she wanted to stop, or rather change, her contribution to the world of ballet, in a conscious way.

Like Debra, she wants to teach so she can spend more time with us. No matter how much I try to keep up with her, children need routine, and with each separation, she suffers to the point of not being able to concentrate as she should.

What was once her absolute passion became a source of anguish.

I saw it happen. I knew the exact moment she realized she was being torn in two, and I also guessed, before she told me, what her decision would be.

When she sees us, she comes running towards us. We—the three men in her life—give her a triple hug.

"Don't cry, Mommy," Becker says, kissing her cheek.

“They're worried,” I say.

"Mom is crying because she had to be very brave," I say. I hand the kids over to the nannies and pull Serenity into my arms. "You might want to come back in the future, when Liz is older."

"No, . I've already lived my dream on stage. Now I want to create memories. Living my dream as a wife and mother to the fullest."