It was difficult to maintain her smile as a hint of sadness entered her heart, but she managed it. Something she’d learned over the years was that her husband didn’t trust happiness. He was certain that if he took his eyes away, loosened his grip, everything he loved would disappear.

It didn’t help that his father had passed when he was still relatively young or that his first wife and child were killed by his sister, his brother was in prison for life, and his sister was locked up in an institution for at least another ten years. The losses he’d experienced had caused him to tighten his grip even more on the family he had left. His anger at his sister had dissipated when he came to understand how mentally ill Defne was, and he’d gone to visit her many times over the years.

Defne seemed to be doing better, but she still held bitterness toward Yasmin, who abstained from visiting. It was enough that Narin saw her daughter once a week and Volkan made time to go see her once in a while.

“So… what do you plan on doing with me, now that you have me all to yourself on this deserted island?” Yasmin asked, a smile teasing her lips.

His grip tightened and he swung her around, dropping her backwards onto one of the lounge beds and then coming down on top of her, covering her with his body. She gasped as his heated cock pressed against her leg.

Volkan slid his hand into her robe, discovering the bare skin beneath, before yanking the robe completely open and feasting his eyes on her flesh. The fire of his desire had never dimmed, though her body had birthed three children. Her hips and belly were fuller, her breasts not as full, and there were stretch marks on her stomach and hips. He saw all of it and loved her even more fiercely for it.

He dropped his head to her belly and kissed a path across her stretch marks, declaring them ‘his.’ Each one belonged to him, the marks of his possession, of his legacy. Marks that she was happy to carry.

He kissed a path lower, discovering her freshly waxed pussy.

She hadn’t counted on them getting enough time for sex on the island, what with a two-year-old who liked to crawl into bed with them, and a house full of people, but she’d hoped Volkan might find a few minutes of privacy for them, and now she was getting her wish in a glorious way.

“Oh god!” she gasped, digging her fingers into the lounge mattress as Volkan dipped his tongue inside her before settling into a rhythm he knew would drive her insane. Soon she was screaming her orgasm to the fluffy white clouds floating lazily above.