Kidnapped - A Beautiful Blessing

Darius wanted Sasha to admit what he already knew—that she loved him. That night had been just as special for her as it was for him. But he needed to hear it from her lips. He waited for her to break the silence, to apologize for the pain she had caused him. Meanwhile, Sasha was afraid—afraid of having her heart shattered. She needed to know, once and for all, if he loved her.

Days passed in silence.

Now, it was the fourth night. A storm raged outside, lightning slicing through the dark sky, thunder rolling in waves. But Darius had not yet returned home.

Sasha sat on the bed, feeding Damien, but her thoughts spiraled with worry. She knew he was late because of work, but what if something had happened? The howling wind and pounding rain only fueled her unease. She pressed a kiss to Damien's forehead, whispered a soft "I love you," then carefully placed a pillow on one side of him for safety before slipping out of bed.

She dialed Darius's number.

No answer.

Her heart pounded. She tried again. And again. Finally, on the third ring, his deep voice came through the line.

"What is it, Sasha?"

The moment she heard his voice, she felt breathless.

"Where are you, Darius? Why aren't you home yet?"

Before he could answer, the front door swung open.

Sasha froze. Her phone slipped from her trembling fingers, landing on the floor with a soft thud. She barely registered it. Her vision blurred with unshed tears as she ran to him.

Darius caught her, holding her tightly against his damp, rain-soaked body. Sasha buried her face in his neck, inhaling his scent, feeling the warmth of him beneath the coldness of his clothes. Her hands fisted in his shirt as she sobbed.

"What happened?" she whispered between her shaky breaths.

Darius exhaled heavily. "There was a war."

She pulled back, her eyes wide with shock. "A war? Why?"

His gaze darkened, his expression unreadable. "Your uncle and his son didn't do well by you."

It was just a sentence, but the promise of vengeance in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine.

"You didn't tell me," she murmured, searching his face.

He brushed a damp strand of hair from her cheek. "I don't think you'd want to see them suffer in front of our child."

There was a quiet, dangerous edge to his words.

Sasha swallowed. "Darius…"

His jaw tensed. He lifted a hand, cupping her cheek. "I think our son shouldn't have to wait an entire day for his father, only for that waiting to mean nothing because I come home when he's already asleep."

A pang of guilt settled in Sasha's chest.

Darius sighed, pressing a brief kiss to her forehead. "I'll spend time with him tomorrow," he promised.

Then, without another word, he released her and disappeared into the bathroom.

Sasha bent to pick up her phone, relieved to see it wasn't broken. She placed it on the table and sat on the sofa, staring out at the storm beyond the window. The wind howled, rattling the glass. The sudden crash of thunder made her jolt, her heart racing wildly.

She exhaled shakily, pressing a hand to her chest.

It's just a storm, Sasha. Just a storm.

But it wasn't just the storm outside that unsettled her—it was the storm inside her.

After a few moments, she turned back to the bed, her concern shifting to Damien. But to her surprise, he was still sound asleep, unaffected by the chaos outside.

She smiled softly. Her fingers traced his delicate cheek before she whispered, "You're such a strong baby, just like your dad."

She kissed his forehead, her heart swelling with love.

Another clap of thunder roared through the sky. She jolted again, her hands trembling. She pressed her palm against her heart, willing it to slow.

Darius stepped out of the bathroom then, a towel hanging low around his hips. His hair was still damp, droplets of water sliding down his chiseled chest. He watched her, his sharp eyes taking in her small shivers, her closed eyes, the way she was pressing a hand to her chest to calm herself.

Without a word, he moved.

Sasha barely had time to register his presence before she felt his body press against hers.

Her eyes flew open, her breath hitching.

His solid, bare torso pinned her to the mattress, his weight warm and possessive.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice trembling—not from fear, but from something far more dangerous.

Darius didn't answer. His gaze burned into hers, dark and intense, filled with an emotion she couldn't name.

Slowly, he lowered his head.

Sasha's heart pounded as she realized what he intended to do.

She lifted a hand to cover her lips.

Darius paused, his eyes narrowing in silent question.

Sasha hesitated before lowering her hand, taking a shaky breath. "Stop, Darius. We need to talk first."

His lips hovered just above hers. "Talk about what?"

She gathered her courage. "Do you love me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Darius stiffened.

She swallowed. "Was that night—"

"No." His voice was firm.

Her heart shattered.

But then, he continued, his gaze holding hers captive.

"That night was not like my other fucks."

Her breath hitched.

"You are my wife, Sasha. You will always be. Don't compare yourself to other girls."

Her vision blurred with unshed tears. "And what about love? Do you love me, Darius?"

He exhaled, his grip tightening around her waist. "I told you before, Sasha. Love isn't my thing."

A strangled sob escaped her lips.

She had been foolish. Foolish to hope. Foolish to believe that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same.

"I thought…" Her voice cracked. She shook her head, pushing against his chest. "Get off me."

He didn't budge.

Instead, his grip tightened, his body pressing closer, his voice rough. "I don't know about love, but I can't stand seeing you cry. So stop."

Sasha stilled.

"How can you hurt those who hurt me so easily, yet never say what's in your heart?" she whispered, searching his face.

He looked at her for a long moment. "What do you mean? I've told you what I feel."

"Then answer me this," she demanded, her voice thick with emotion. "That night—our first night—was it as special to you as it was to me?"

Darius hesitated, his jaw tightening. "It was different from the others."

Pain lanced through her heart. "Let me make one thing clear, Darius," she said, her voice trembling but firm. "When I love someone, I love them with everything I have. And that night…" She took a deep breath, holding his gaze. "That night, I gave myself to you because I loved you."

He looked momentarily stunned.

Before he could say anything, she reached up, pulling his face down to hers.

She kissed him.

Not with desperation, not with pain—but with love. With all the love she had been holding inside.

Between kisses, she whispered, "If you can't say you love me, can you at least pretend? Just for me?"

Darius froze.

Then, without a word, he pressed soft kisses to her closed eyelids, wiping away the tears with his thumb.

His eyes, dark and intense, held something she had never seen so clearly before—love. He spoke, his voice rough yet achingly gentle, "Let me show you how much I love you."

A warmth spread through Sasha's chest, something deep and healing, something she had been yearning for without realizing. His words, simple yet profound, unraveled the knot of doubts within her. Before she could even process it, Darius captured her lips in a kiss so deep, so consuming, that she felt as if the entire world around them had melted away.

His tongue teased hers, slow at first, savoring the moment, then growing more fervent. His lips were hot, soft yet demanding, and every movement sent shivers down her spine. He kissed her as if she were something precious, irreplaceable, as if he were pouring everything he couldn't say into this single act.

Her hands found his damp hair, her fingers threading through the strands. It was still wet from his shower, cool against her heated skin. She arched into him instinctively, pressing her body against his, wrapping her legs around his waist as if she could pull him even closer.

A deep groan rumbled from Darius's chest as he felt her warmth. His hands roamed her body, tracing the familiar curves he had memorized yet never taken for granted. Slowly, he pulled back, his breath heavy as he gazed at her. His eyes burned with an emotion she couldn't name, something raw and consuming.

"Did you feel it?" he whispered, his thumb brushing her cheek.

Sasha's lips trembled as she exhaled. "Always." She hesitated, then added in a whisper, "And yet I thought… you didn't love me. Maybe I just couldn't hear my own heart."

A rare smile touched his lips—soft, genuine, breathtaking. It made her heart skip a beat. She reached up, cupping his face, pulling him so close that their breaths mingled.

"Will my husband make love to me tonight?" she asked, her voice carrying a playful lilt.

His smile deepened, a mix of amusement and possession flashing in his eyes. "Of course, Mrs. Sasha Darius Lemoine."

The sound of her name rolling off his tongue like that, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, made her heart dance. She belonged to him.

Darius tugged at her nightgown, sliding it off her shoulders, letting it fall away. His towel dropped next, and now she lay beneath him, bared and vulnerable, yet feeling nothing but safe. His gaze traveled down her body, lingering.

"Your breasts have gotten bigger," he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation.

Sasha gasped, swatting his chest. "You're such a pervert!" But she was laughing, warmth flooding her cheeks.

He chuckled, the deep sound making her stomach flutter. "A pervert?"

"Yes, my pervert," she teased, watching his smirk widen.

Then, quieter, she hesitated. "Do you… still like my body?"

His expression turned serious as he leaned down, his lips brushing against hers before he whispered, "It's even more beautiful now."

She swallowed. "Does that mean… it wasn't before?"

Darius pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his fingers tracing the side of her face. "It was beautiful then. And now, carrying milk for my son, it is even more beautiful."

Her eyes widened, then she laughed softly. "Where did you learn to talk like this?"

His smirk returned. "Probably from you."

She giggled, but the sound was lost between their lips as she pulled him down for another kiss. This time, it was her who took the lead, pressing her lips to his with all the love she had buried inside her heart for months.

Darius groaned, letting her have control—only for a moment—before he deepened the kiss, taking it back. The cool night air brushed against her skin, but she hardly noticed. His warmth enveloped her, his presence consuming every part of her.

He entered her slowly, their bodies fitting together like they were always meant to be one. Sasha gasped at the sensation, her fingers gripping his back. Her heart swelled at the way he looked at her—as if she were the only thing that mattered in the entire world.

Outside, the rain continued to fall, the steady rhythm mirroring the beat of their hearts.

That night, as Darius held her close, as their souls entwined with every whispered name and every lingering kiss, Sasha knew—no matter how he denied it, no matter how unfamiliar the word 'love' was to him—he had already given his heart to her.

Sasha moaned his name over and over again, her voice breaking between gasps and sighs. Each sound she made only seemed to ignite something more primal in Darius. He swallowed her moans with his kisses, his lips moving hungrily over hers, as if he could consume every fragment of pleasure she felt.

His hands roamed her body, tracing the soft line of her neck before dipping lower, brushing against the swell of her breasts, then gliding down to her waist. His fingers kneaded her skin, mapping every inch of her as if rediscovering her all over again. When his lips latched onto her neck, he sucked gently at first, then harder, branding her with marks that would remain long after the night was over.

A shiver ran down her spine. She wasn't sure if it was from his touch or the sheer overwhelming feeling of being completely his. Their fingers intertwined tightly, his grip firm, possessive, unyielding. She clutched his hand just as fiercely, her body moving in perfect sync with his.

As their rhythm grew more intense, Sasha leaned up, her lips finding his forehead in a gentle kiss. Then she trailed lower, kissing each of his cheeks before playfully nipping at his skin with her teeth. Darius let out a low, husky chuckle.

She moved to his eyes next, pressing soft, reverent kisses against his closed lids.

As their mouths hovered close again, he smirked and teased, "Where did my shy Sasha go?"

A breathless laugh escaped her. "Was I shy when I initiated our first night together?"

His smirk deepened. "Of course not. But then why did I see you getting shy just a few days ago?"

"Come on, Darius! Don't tease me."

She silenced him with another kiss, slow and deep. Her tongue traced his lower lip before slipping into his mouth, exploring him with languid, deliberate strokes. He groaned into the kiss, his hands tightening on her waist as he pulled her closer.

She kept whispering his name between kisses, unable to stop the way it spilled from her lips like a prayer. He groaned again, this time lifting one of her legs and wrapping it around his waist. The shift sent him deeper inside her, making her gasp.

She clutched at his hair, tugging lightly as the sensation overwhelmed her. The way he moved—his steady, possessive rhythm—made her dizzy.

His thrusts became more powerful, his body pressing flush against hers. Sasha bit his lip gently before letting go, her kiss growing more demanding, more desperate. Their lips crashed together again and again, their passion spiraling out of control.

Darius's tongue moved in perfect sync with hers, the kiss turning messier, hungrier. His hands traveled down her back, holding her firmly as if afraid she might disappear.

They reached their peak together, their bodies trembling from the intensity of it all. Sasha gasped, burying her face against his neck as she felt warmth spread deep inside her. Darius groaned, his breathing ragged, his forehead pressed against hers.

Their hearts raced in unison, their bodies still joined, neither of them willing to move just yet.

Sasha tilted her head back slightly, her eyes locking onto his. His gaze was tender, filled with a love so raw it made her breath hitch.

She had waited for this moment for so long. Months of distance, of longing, of wondering if he still wanted her—it all melted away tonight.

Her lips curved into a small smile as she kissed him again, pouring every ounce of love she had into it. He hadn't pulled away from her yet, and she wasn't ready to let go either.

Then, suddenly, Darius moved again.

Sasha gasped as he started thrusting inside her once more, slow at first, teasing, before quickening his pace. She clenched around him, her fingers digging into his back, urging him on.

Their movements synced effortlessly, their bodies seeking more of each other, as if trying to make up for all the time they had spent apart.

His lips captured hers again, their passion reigniting like a wildfire, burning brighter with every passing second.

And in that moment, as the rain continued to fall outside, Sasha knew—this was home. This was where she was meant to be.