They all boarded the plane—next stop, Russia.
Nora had gone on a small shopping spree, filling the bags with new clothes for Zayan, the kids, and herself. Liam held tightly onto Lysander's fingers, while Seraphina was already fast asleep beside them. As the plane took off, Nora's eyes found Zayan. He was typing on his laptop, deep in thought, until he noticed her watching him with a certain… look.
He smiled. "What, love?"
"How many kids do you want?" she asked, her voice soft, seductive.
Zayan tried to hide the blush that crept up his neck. "Why do you want to know, baby?" he said, still typing.
Nora leaned in, her hand slipping into his pants, teasing him as she licked the edge of his right ear.
Zayan's eyes flew open. "Nora!" he hissed under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear.
She bit her lip and gave him a mischievous smirk. He turned to her and whispered in her ear, "Are you horny, love?"
She giggled. "So answer the question—how many babies do you want? Four?"
Zayan pretended to think for a moment, then said with a warm smile, "With you, I could have ten. But realistically? Six. I want a big family."
Nora grinned and kissed his cheek before resting her head on his shoulder and drifting off to sleep.
Five hours later, they touched down in Russia, in a snowy city called Moscom. Everyone zipped up their jackets as Nora quickly changed Liam into winter clothes. Once outside, Liam ran into the snow, squealing with laughter. Seraphina chased after him, giggling, but Liam was too quick. The other kids joined in, throwing snowballs at each other.
Liam launched a snowball that hit Lysander right in the face. In retaliation, Lysander fired back—hitting both Liam and Seraphina at once.
Zayan and Nora watched from behind, smiling, their hearts warm despite the snow.
Liam now sat on Zayan's shoulders as they made their way into the airport terminal. A man in a dark coat approached and bowed slightly.
"Welcome, Mr. Kai," he said. Then, glancing at Nora, "And… welcome, Mrs. Nora."
Nora and Zayan laughed at the awkward pause in his greeting.
They got into a large black car. Nora couldn't stop glancing at her husband.
"Nora, we're in public," Zayan whispered, raising an eyebrow.
"Heads?" she teased innocently.
"Nora!" he said, his cheeks turning red.
"I know you want it…" she whispered, her tone dripping with mischief.
By the time they reached their destination—a grand, snow-covered castle house—the kids were wide-eyed in wonder.
"Woahhh!" the twins gasped.
Liam leapt from Zayan's arms and ran toward the door with a soft giggle. The twins followed.
"Liam!" Seraphina called, catching up to him and grabbing his sleeve.
"I wonder where Liam got this strong stubbornness from," Meira said, side-eyeing Zayan. His sisters looked at them both.
Zayan stuck his tongue out at Meira.
She got mad and pulled his ear. "Ouchhhh!!! Cerise, Meira is pulling my ear!" he whined.
They all laughed. Melanie stepped in and pulled Meira's blue hair away from her brother, smirking.
Nora giggled at the chaotic scene.
Melanie was the first-born. Cerise, the second. Meira, the third. And Zayan, the youngest of the Kai family.
Everyone settled into their rooms—each family with their own space. Even Kenna and Eryx seemed to be getting a little closer lately.
Later that night, Zayan entered the room after putting the kids to sleep. His eyes scanned the room—and then froze.
There she was.
Nora stood by the mirror in a dark red lace lingerie set. A G-string hugged her waist. She looked like temptation wrapped in velvet and sin.
Zayan's mouth parted slightly. "Oh my days…"
"Hey baby," she said, walking toward him slowly until his back met the wall.
"What's wrong? Are you scared to bow to your wife?" she teased.
"You want to control me, huh?" he said, his breath catching as the tension thickened around them.
Nora let her coat fall to the floor, revealing everything. She unzipped his pants and took out his length, sliding it into her mouth so slowly, so sinfully.
Zayan's eyes rolled back, his body trembling.
"N…N…Nora—" he tried to whisper her name, but she didn't stop.
She picked up her pace, faster and faster, as he shook, overwhelmed by the pleasure.
She made him crumble.
She made even the devil bow to her.