The King's estate is alive with music and laughter. Fairy lights dangle like tiny stars from every tree in the sprawling backyard. A small crowd has gathered to celebrate the arrival of Noah and Sienna's twins. The theme is unmistakableâsoft blues for their son and delicate pinks for their daughter. Silk ribbons in both colors wrap around the columns of the grand patio, and tables are adorned with matching floral arrangementsâroses, peonies, and hydrangeas carefully placed in crystal vases. A lavish archway stands at the center of the yard, crafted from intertwined blue and pink roses, where the naming ceremony is about to take place. Everything is perfect, elegant, yet deeply personalâjust the way Noah insisted it should be. Sienna sits on a white chair beneath the arch, holding her twins, one in each arm. Sheâs radiant despite the exhaustion that comes with being a new mother. Her figure, still recovering, is wrapped in a simple but stunning dress of soft cream silk. Her bobbed
Seven months later, Sienna is standing on the brink of what feels like an emotional cliff, one thatâs littered with equal parts joy and sheer panic. Sheâs not exactly sure how sheâs made it this far, but somehow, sheâs hereâcarrying twins, something that still doesnât quite feel real. Despite the overwhelming support from Noah, his mother, and all the other people around her, thereâs something deeply personal about these moments. Theyâre hers, and hers alone. But today, sheâs about to share this experience with Noah in a way she never expected. Mrs. King had been a frequent visitor, popping by to help Sienna with anything and everything. From checking on her health to making sure she was eating properly, Mrs. King always knew how to show up and make Sienna feel cared for. It was more than just maternal instinctâit was love, pure and simple. Everyone showed her love and support, and Sienna was starting to feel more like a mother than she ever thought she could be. But todayâtoday was
Sienna wakes up to the gentle caress of dawnâs light peeking through the curtains, her body swaddled in the luxurious silk sheets that seem to whisper sweet nothings to her skin. As she stretches, the soft fabric rustles, releasing the faint scent of Noahâs cologne, which lingers on the pillows beside her like a gentle reminder of his presence.She lies there for a moment, savoring the peaceful atmosphere, her mind wrapped in the serenity of the morning.But as the minutes tick by, the weight of her responsibilities begins to creep into her consciousness, gently tugging at her mind like a persistent whisper. With a soft sigh, Sienna kicks off the covers and swings her legs over the side of the bed, her feet dangling in the air as she sits up.The bathroom beckons, and she rises from the bed, padding softly across the floor. As she passes by the mirror, she catches a glimpse of herself, her bobbed hair mussed from sleep, her eyes still heavy with the remnants of slumber.Noah had alrea
Ibiza had been a place of healing and renewal for Sienna and Noah, where they deepened their love and rediscovered each other. It was there that Noah proposed to Sienna once more, this time determined to give her the proper wedding they both deserved. Without hesitation, she said yes. Mrs. King had been overjoyed when they shared the news, eagerly announcing that she would invite all her favorite people to celebrate. And now, here they were, bringing that dream to life in Washington, D.C.Sienna couldnât quite keep her hands steady as Mrs. King led her down the aisle. The older womanâs touch was warm, her arm a steadying anchor against the whirlwind of emotions crashing inside her. Mrs. King had offered to walk her without hesitation, and though Sienna had been reluctant at first, now she was grateful. With every step, she felt the weight of the moment settles in, the sheer magnitude of what lay ahead. The aisle stretched endlessly, a glistening path of white framed by cascading f
Sienna stands in front of the mirror, running her hands over the fabric of her black gown, a simple piece, knee-length, hugging her curves just enough to make her feel... seen. Not in the way she used to, when the world felt distant, but in a way that feels like she's finally back. She can almost feel herself, the woman she once was before all the chaos and the pain. Sheâs still her, but somehow more whole.She pulls her hair back into a ponytail, smoothing down any stray strands, and as she catches her reflection, she canât help but smile. Itâs a quiet smile, almost foreign, but it feels right. Sheâs not broken anymore. Sheâs healing, piece by piece. Sheâs getting closer to the woman she wants to be, and maybe, just maybe, sheâs starting to accept that she deserves to feel it.The door creaks open behind her, and she doesnât need to turn around to know who it is. She feels his presence the second he enters. Itâs like the room shifts, the air thickening with his energy, his magnetism.
The jet lands smoothly on the private runway, the scent of saltwater faint in the air as the engines wind down. Sienna steps into the aisle, stretching and shaking off the remnants of her nap. Her bare feet are cold against the polished floor, but her focus is on Noah, who stands ahead, adjusting the sleeves of his clothes. He glances back, offering her his hand. âReady?â he asks, his voice low, steady. âFor Ibiza? Always,â she replies, slipping her hand into his as they descend the steps. But as they approach the tarmac, her steps falter. Standing at the base of the stairs, holding a vibrant bouquet of sunflowers and white roses, is a woman whose presence Sienna never imagined seeing hereâNoahâs mother. Siennaâs smile freezes, her expression a polite mask even as her stomach knots. Leaning toward Noah, she whispers, âWhatâs your mother doing here?â The words come out light, almost playful, but thereâs no hiding the tension in her voice. âSheâs here to meet us,â Noah repli
Sunlight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their bedroom, golden and warm, bathing the space in a serene glow. Noah King stretches lazily, the sheets pooling around his hips as his toned body catches the morning light. Sienna, lying on her side, watches him, her lips twitching into a grin. Even after a week of marriage, her attraction to him hasnât dulled; itâs only grown sharper. âWhat will we do today?â she asks, her voice soft but curious, as though the day holds endless possibilities. Noah turns to face her, a sly smile curving his lips. âThat depends. Are you planning to wake me up the same way tomorrow?â She laughs, her cheeks heating at the memory of this morningâs intimate wake-up call. âMaybe.â His golden eyes gleam mischievously as he swings his legs out of bed, pulling on a pair of well-worn jeans. The domestic ease of the moment makes Siennaâs chest ache in the best way. âWe should pack,â he announces, fastening the button on his jeans. âPack?â She
âOh, my world, YES!â Sienna screams, coming before heâs halfway in. âNoah!â The fullness sends her over the brink. âUhn! Feel you!â He shoves home, ripping another scream from her. And again. âYou wouldâve stolen my cum, just like that.â She writhes in her bonds as her orgasm consumes her, numbing her mind. . . . Once she finally falls limp, he bites out, âMore?â His muscles quake against her. How badly he must need to come! âYes!â she gasps. âI will always give you more.â He draws back his hips and grips her around the waist, widening his stance. Heâs readying. She fidgets in her bindings. He looks like heâs about to ravage her, and thereâs nothing she can do but take it. âUm, Noahââ He yanks her back along his cock while his body rams forward. He yells; she moans from the impact. His position, her position . . . she feels like a sexual plaything. "Maybe I have been missing out on so much," she thinks because the idea puts her right back on the brink. âYour body nee
Noah leads her further into the bedroom and pulls a remote control from his jeans pocket. With the press of a button, all the windows turn to mirrors. âItâs a type of smart glass,â he explains. âFor full privacy when we have guests.â Sienna's mouth drops open, surprise etched on her face. "How did this get here?""I've always had this room waiting," Noah reveals, "waiting for the right time for us to explore it together. Sadly, you left before that could happen."Fascination and anxiousness swirl in her eyes. She's captivated by the mystery of this secret space. How did he envision such a place? What purpose did he intend it to serve? She tilts her head in admiration. âYou do think of everything.â âIt gets better.â He pushes another button, and the mirrors shift to screens, displaying the bed from multiple anglesâeven from above. âThere are cameras in the bedroom?â she asks, her voice catching with a mix of shock and excitement. Sienna's gaze narrows, her mind racing. "You sa