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Sarah

The day is bright and full of possibilities as Ivan and I pull up to Luke’s house. The warmth of the sun mirrors the warmth in my heart as I watch Ivan park the car. It’s still surreal to think about how much has changed—how much my life has transformed from the dark, uncertain days of my past to the light and hope of the present.

I glance back at the car seat where Yelena is happily cooing, her chubby hands reaching for the toy dangling above her. Her big green eyes, so much like Ivan’s, sparkle with innocent joy, and I can’t help but smile. She’s the center of our world, the perfect blend of us both, and seeing her so happy makes my heart swell with love.

Ivan gets out of the car first, walking around to open the door for me. I step out, and together, we gently lift our daughter from her seat. As I cradle her in my arms, I feel the familiar warmth of Ivan’s hand on my back, guiding me toward Luke’s front door.

Luke’s house is cozy, radiating the warmth of a home filled with love and care. It’s still hard to believe that my little brother is now married and expecting a child of his own. I’m so proud of him, and seeing him so happy with his wife gives me a sense of peace I’ve rarely known.

The door swings open before we even have a chance to knock, and Luke stands there, grinning widely. His wife, Emily, is beside him, her belly round with their unborn child. The sight of them together fills me with happiness and a touch of nostalgia. We exchange hugs and smiles, and Emily immediately reaches out for Yelena, who goes to her with a happy gurgle.

“Hey, little one,” Emily coos, holding her close. “Are you ready to spend some time with your aunt and uncle?”

Yelena giggles, clearly delighted by the attention. I watch them with a smile, feeling a pang of emotion as I realize how lucky we are to have family like this—people we can trust, who will love and care for our daughter as we do.

“She’ll be in good hands,” Luke says, his tone reassuring as he places a hand on my shoulder. “You two go and enjoy your trip. We’ve got everything covered here.”

I nod, feeling a mix of excitement and a bit of anxiety about leaving Yelena behind, even if just for a little while. “Thank you, Luke. It means a lot to us.”

Ivan steps forward, his usual composed demeanor softened by the affectionate look he gives our daughter. “We won’t be gone too long,” he says, his voice steady and reassuring. “Just a week.”

Luke waves a hand dismissively. “Take all the time you need. We’re happy to have her here.”

With one last kiss to Yelena’s forehead, I hand her over to Emily. The transition is bittersweet, but I know this trip is important—for both Ivan and me. We need this time together, away from everything, to reconnect and recharge.

As we walk back to the car, Ivan’s hand never leaves the small of my back. The reassurance in his touch calms my nerves, and by the time we reach the car, I’m feeling more excited than anxious.

The drive to the private jet is quiet, filled with a comfortable silence that speaks volumes about how far we’ve come. When we arrive, the sleek jet is waiting for us, its engines humming softly, ready to take us wherever we want to go.

Ivan turns to me as we stand at the foot of the steps leading up to the jet. His gaze is warm, filled with an affection that makes my heart flutter. “I wanted to take you away for a while,” he says, his voice low and sincere. “Just the two of us. No distractions, no work—just time together. We’ll visit a few cities, see the world, and enjoy each other’s company.”

A smile spreads across my face as I realize how much thought he’s put into this. It’s exactly what we need—a chance to reconnect, to explore the world together, and to strengthen the bond we’ve built. “I love the sound of that,” I reply, my excitement bubbling over. “Where are we going first?”

He grins, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “It’s a surprise.”

With a laugh, I take his hand, feeling a sense of adventure and freedom wash over me. Together, we climb the steps to the jet, leaving behind the worries and chaos of our everyday lives. As we settle into our seats, Ivan reaches over and takes my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles in a soothing rhythm.

The jet takes off, and as we ascend into the sky, I glance out the window, watching the world fall away beneath us. This is the start of something new, a journey not just across cities but into the depths of our relationship, strengthening the love that has grown between us.

The jet hums softly as we settle into our seats, the quiet luxury of the cabin creating a sense of calm that contrasts with the excitement bubbling up inside me. Ivan’s hand remains on mine, his touch warm and steady. The world outside the window fades into a blur of clouds and sky, but my attention is fully on him.

I glance at him, catching the way he’s looking at me—his gaze intense, filled with something deeper than just affection. There’s a spark there, a hint of mischief that I haven’t seen in a while, and it sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing as he shifts closer, his arm sliding around my waist.

I bite my lip, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth. “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” he replies, his tone a mix of playfulness and something darker, more demanding. His hand moves to my hip, pulling me closer until I’m almost straddling him in the wide, comfortable seat. “We’ve been so focused on Yelena… on everything else. Right now, it’s just you and me.”

The air between us thickens with tension, the kind that makes my heart race and my breath catch. It’s true—between caring for Yelena and the demands of our lives, we haven’t had much time to focus on us, or had the privacy to make love properly.

He pulls me onto his lap, his hands firm on my hips as he positions me exactly where he wants me. I can feel the strength of his body beneath mine, the heat radiating from him, and it stirs something deep within me, something that I’ve been missing.

“Ivan,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper as I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the hard lines of his muscles under my fingertips. There’s a hunger in his eyes, one that mirrors my own, and it makes my pulse quicken.

He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks. “I’ve missed you, Sarah. Missed having you like this.”

His words send a thrill through me, and I tilt my head, allowing his lips to trail down the side of my neck, the sensation making me shiver. His hands move with purpose, sliding under the fabric of my shirt, his touch hot against my skin. The roughness of his hands, the way he holds me with such possessiveness—it’s everything I crave, everything I’ve been longing for.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice rough with need. “And I intend to have my way with you this entire vacation.”

The way he claims me ignites a fire inside me that’s been waiting to be unleashed. I move against him, my body responding instinctively to the rhythm he sets, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through me. His hands are everywhere, exploring, teasing.

I let out a soft moan, my head tilting back as his lips find mine, the kiss deep and demanding. There’s no hesitation, no holding back—just pure, raw passion. I lose myself in it, in him, forgetting everything but the feel of his hands on my body, the way he makes me feel so completely consumed.

His grip tightens on my hips, guiding me, controlling the pace, and I revel in the power he has over me, the way he can reduce me to a trembling mess with just a touch. The tension builds between us, a heady mix of desire and need that threatens to overwhelm me. His lips move down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure intensifies.

“Fuck, just like that,” I murmur into his ear.

He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me, and I feel the shift in his posture, the way his body tenses beneath mine. His hands slide down to my skirt, his fingers deftly lifting it, and I can feel the anticipation coil tightly in my stomach.

He kisses me again, his lips capturing mine in a kiss so deep, so possessive, that it leaves me dizzy. His hands move with purpose, slipping beneath the fabric, exploring the heat that’s been building inside me. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips, the sensation overwhelming as he takes control.

“I love when you’re like this,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough with desire. “So eager, so responsive.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I arch into him, giving him everything he’s asking for. The world outside the jet disappears, leaving just us, lost in desire.

He shifts us slightly, his hands sliding under my thighs to lift me, and in one swift motion, he positions me exactly where he wants me. I gasp, feeling the hardness of him against me, and the anticipation is almost too much to bear.

“Ivan,” I breathe, my voice trembling with need. “Please.”

He grins, that wicked, knowing grin that drives me wild, and I feel him tighten his grip on me, his eyes locking on to mine as he holds me there, on the edge of anticipation.

“You’re mine, Sarah,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I gasp, the words spilling out without hesitation. “Forever.”

With that, he pulls me down, joining us together in a way that steals the breath from my lungs. The way his cock stretches me, the way he fills me, is almost too much, and I can’t help the cry that escapes me. He moves with a precision that only heightens the pleasure, each thrust pushing me closer to the brink of ecstasy.

I cling to him, lost in the sensation, in the way he takes me, the way he makes me feel so utterly consumed. There’s no holding back now, no restraint, just pure, unbridled passion that leaves me breathless.

As the pleasure builds to a fever pitch, I feel myself unraveling, my body tightening around him as I fall over the edge, my climax crashing over me like a wave. He follows me, his grip on me tightening as he finds his own release, his body tensing as he buries himself deep within me.

For a moment, we’re both suspended in that perfect moment. When it finally subsides, we’re left breathless, tangled together, our bodies still entwined.

I collapse against him, my head resting on his shoulder as I try to catch my breath. He holds me close, his hand running up and down my back in soothing strokes.

“I missed you,” I whisper, my voice shaky but filled with emotion.

We stay like that for a while, just holding each other, feeling the aftershocks of our passion slowly fade away. The jet hums quietly around us, but all I can focus on is the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart beneath my cheek.

This is where I belong, I realize. In his arms, in this moment, with nothing but the future ahead of us. The world may be waiting outside, but for now, there’s only us.

That’s all I need.

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THE END