The Wedding Night...

DilBar♥️

That day, Baran found Dilan alone in their room, sitting on the couch while reading. "Where are the twins?" She lifted her head. "They are already asleep." Baran went to his wife and sat beside her. "I was thinking... What if we spent some time alone, just the two of us?" She tilted her head. "Before your belly starts to grow and the baby is born. Considering Dilay's reaction today, we will have to be extra careful with her. We might not have too much time later on..." He examined her face. She was considering it. "I do owe you from that deal we made." Baran was puzzled. "What deal?" Dilan smiled. "Never mind. If you have forgotten, I will consider my debt paid in full." He searched his memories fast. 'Timur.' "Oh no, Ms. Dilan. I remember now. You are right. So, what do you say? Are you ready to pay?" She bit her lip. "I am, Mr. Baran. I'm a woman of my word." He dove into her neck and kissed her loudly. He felt her body tremble beneath his lips. "What about a preview?" Dilan pushed him. "How about no? Let's reserve it for the trip." He leaned back on the couch. "You are killing me, Dilan." She stood and headed for the bathroom. "I don't want to kill you, Baran. I just want to torture you a little." He ran towards her, but she closed the door before he could reach her. He was looking for the keys when Dilay came to him. "Daddy... Can I sleep with you?" He picked her up. "Of course, my princess." Dilan opened the door. "Dilay?" He handed over their daughter to her. "I will change and be right with you." Dilan nodded and took the little miss to the bed. Soon after, Baran joined them, and they slept while hugging each other. The next day, they found Mr. Önder had, at some point in the night, joined them. Baran and Dilan exchanged looks and carried them back to their room. "I made the reservations last night." He said while walking back to their room, loving the surprised look on her face. "What? Already?" He nodded yes. "While you were asleep. I have the whole trip booked. I won't tell you where. Be prepared to be surprised."

Dilan was admiring the view before her. The ocean was so vast that it was impossible to contain it with her eyes. Baran had prepared everything behind her back, and she didn't learn their destination was Greece until they were at the airport gate. They had to take two airplanes. The first one from Istanbul to Athens, and from there another one to Mykonos. Dilan closed her eyes and let her body sucked the sun in, as the ocean breeze invaded her nose and played with her hair. It was so peaceful out there, unlike the Karabey mansion. She felt her husband's presence before his arms wrapped around her waist. "So beautiful," he said in her ear. She agreed. "This place is paradise, Baran." He smiled in his throat. "I'm talking about you, Dilan." Her cheeks were on fire. Her husband buried his head on her neck. "You also smell delicious." She pressed her lips together, not knowing how to respond to the sudden rain of compliments. So she chose silence. "Do you like the villa?" She caressed his hands. "I do. But don't you think it is too big for the two of us?" She felt him shrug. "This one not only had the best view out of everything I saw, but it was the most private. No one will see us here, Dilan. We can do whatever we want." She smiled. "Like..." Dilan wanted to hear how much ahead he had planned. "Like making love in every single room in the villa, the pool, the jacuzzi... everywhere." She laughed. "Baran, you rented this place for the view, and yet you planned to keep me inside?" He turned her around. "I plan to keep you under me, Dilan. There is a difference. I don't care if we are inside or not." She pushed him unsuccessfully while trying to avoid his eyes. "You love to tease me." He searched her gaze. "No more than you, Mrs. Karabey. You have kept me waiting for too long. So I have come to collect what you owe plus interest." She was doing her best to keep a straight face, but it was an impossible task. "Ever the businessman, Karabey. And it has been only a few days."

Baran gathered her hair in his hand. With what intentions? Dilan had no idea but felt exhilarated by his move. "One day is too many, Dilan." He pulled lightly, and her head fell back. Her husband now had complete access to her neck, and he didn't waste the chance. "First, you will give me a preview..." His tongue traced her jaw and into her lips. "Then, I will bathe you... Because I take care of what is mine." It was the other side's turn. "You will get dressed only for me..." He opened her shirt with one hand and kissed her chest. "We will have dinner..." She was helpless under his touch. "And to close the night, the icing on the cake would be me..." He kissed her hard. "Inside of you..." His hands slipped under her pants. "In two of the villa's rooms." She had no chance to protest. He took her in his arms and carried her inside, all the while, his lips didn't give hers any rest. Dilan heard a loud noise and something big falling. Then he placed her over a hard surface. She touched it with her hand. The texture was wood-like. She was going to open her eyes, but she heard the sound of his belt. He was taking off his pants. Dilan reached for hers to do the same. He pushed her shoulder until her back was against the table and helped her remove her clothing until she was naked. Feeling the breeze on her exposed body was frightening. Someone could see them. But at the same time, it was arousing. When they had sex by the pool at the summer house, she had her swimsuit on. Baran was the only one risking it that day. However, this time... Her train of thought got interrupted by her husband squeezing her nipple with his fingers while his teeth grazed the bones on her hip. "Ahh!" Dilan moaned. It was painful. Yet hot. She was ready to welcome him. Using her legs, Dilan pulled him to her. His smirk was accompanied by a little and triumphant laugh.