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“Of course I remembered,” he says softly, brushing his thumb across my cheek.

A car is waiting on the tarmac. The driver greets us respectfully and opens the door. The moment we slide into the back seat, I grab Andrei by his shirt and pull him down into a deep, grateful kiss.

“Thank you,” I whisper against his lips.

He hums, kissing me again, slower and filthier. I pull back just enough to glance at the driver, then lean in and whisper against Andrei’s ear, “If we didn’t have an audience right now, I’d go on my knees and show you exactly how grateful I am.”

Andrei groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me. “Step on it,” he orders the driver, voice rough.

The car speeds up.

We arrive at a breathtaking private cliffside resort. The villa is stunning all white stone, infinity pools overlooking the caldera, and sweeping terraces.

The moment the door to our private villa closes behind us, Andrei’s gaze turns dark and hungry. I don’t even hesitate. I drop to my knees right there in the entrance, my hands working quickly to undo his belt and slacks.

I pull his thick cock out, already hard and leaking for me. I look up at him through my lashes as I swirl my tongue around the head, tasting the salty precum.

“Fuck, that’s my good girl,” he groans, one hand sliding into my hair. “Look at you, so eager to thank your husband.”

I moan around him as I take him deeper, sucking and stroking with my hand, hollowing my cheeks. Andrei’s hips twitch, but he lets me set the pace, praising me the whole time.

“That’s it, baby… just like that. You look so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat. Such a perfect little wife.”

I work him faster, taking him as deep as I can, saliva dripping down my chin. His grip tightens in my hair and his breathing grows ragged.

“Enough,” he growls suddenly.

He pulls me up, spins me around, and bends me over the back of the couch. He yanks my dress up to my waist, rips my panties down my legs, and thrusts into me in one hard stroke.

I cry out at the sudden fullness, my fingers digging into the cushions.

Andrei fucks me like he’s been starving for me and not that we fucked only hours ago, deep, powerful strokes that make my eyes roll back. One hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise while the other reaches around to rub tight circles on my clit.

“Come for me,” he demands, voice rough. “Let me feel this tight pussy squeeze my cock.”

I shatter hard, moaning his name loudly as my orgasm crashes through me. Andrei follows right after, burying himself deep and groaning as he fills me with hot pulses of cum.

We stay like that for a long moment, panting, his body draped over mine. He presses soft kisses along my shoulder and neck before gently pulling out.

He turns me around, cups my face, and kisses me slowly, tenderly.

“Are you okay? Was I too rough?”

I smile, still catching my breath. “No you weren’t. I’m okay.”

After we shower and get dressed, Andrei takes my hand and leads me out of the villa. A short, scenic drive later, we arrive at a breathtaking rooftop restaurant perched on the edge of the caldera. The entire place had been rented out just for us.

The view is unreal.

Soft golden lights twinkles overhead, strung between white pillars draped in delicate greenery and flowers. Candles flickers on the elegantly set table, and beyond the terrace, the famous Santorini sunset paints the sky in hues of fiery orange, pink, and deep purple.

The caldera stretches out below us, the sea shimmering like liquid gold under the dying light. It feels like we are standing on top of the world.

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper, completely in awe.

Andrei hums in agreement, but when I turn to look at him, he isn’t looking at the view.

He’s on one knee.