She's My Sleeping Pill

A week later, on New Year's Day, Cayenne released her travel vlog in Germany which included the little surprise she had for Stefan and Zeki's first word.

Many people liked her video, especially those who followed her children's daily dose of cuteness.

"One of the triplets finally spoke."

"I have always had the hunch that Zeki will be the one to speak first."

"Oh! I watched the live stream where Zeki said his first word. Cayenne's reaction was hilarious!"

"It wasn't mama or papa; nor it was mommy or daddy. He called her name directly."

"Mrs. Dumrique, I will wait for your sons to grow up and get married."

"Now I know why God kept me single. He's telling me to wait for the cutie little Zeki."

"Who do you think the other kids would call first?"

At this point, everyone in the Dumrique household was busy with their party. It was New Year so, the celebration was even bigger than Christmas.

No one paid attention to the vlog after Zaire uploaded it. They left it all to fate.

On the other hand, Jade had a little secret that she couldn't share to anyone. On her own, she decided not to visit Cayenne's home in the next few weeks, hoping that Aziel would start calling for his parents instead of her.

Nothing beats New Year.

No matter how busy people were, they would always make it home before evening came.

Cayenne had ensure that her staff and helpers would get to spend time with their families, too.

Except for the few folks who didn't have home to come back to. She had them stay over and celebrate the occasion with them.

"Where's Stefan?" she asked Luiz when she didn't find her husband in the living room or in the kitchen.

"He's probably upstairs."

Cayenne didn't say anything else and just left to find him.

Just as she opened the door to their room, she was pulled into a warm hug from the back and she felt the warm breath fanning her neck.

She shivered.

"Let me hug you for a while," Stefan whispered with his eyes closed. "Did you need something?"

"Uh...I was looking for you," she said and felt that something was wrong with him. "Are you okay?"

She wanted to turn around to look at him, but Stefan hugged her tighter and buried his face on her neck.

"Stop moving."

His heavy breathing told her that he needed some help so, she started drawing circles in his arms which ignited sparks on his skin.

He felt so hot and let go of her.

Cayenne was finally able to turn around but when she saw the state he was in, she was stunned.

The bulge on his pants was too clear even under the dim light of their room. His face was flushed and his eyes were misty.

Cayenne slowly raised her hand to touch his face but the moment their skin met; as if a string broke, Stefan held her head and kissed her hard.

[Is he drunk?] Cayenne thought to herself while responding to his kisses. Although he liked it, she was still worried.

"Ayen" Stefan whispered her name in between breath and kisses which muddled her train of thoughts. "I'm not drunk, but maybe worse than drunk. Help me a bit."

Stefan pulled her even closer until they were skin to skin. The warmth of their bodies added flame to their burning desire and before she could think what could have happened to him, her clothes were already on the floor.

Stefan cupped her chest without letting go of her mouth. A thin sliver of saliva dripped on the corner of her and he licked it.

His kisses traveled down her throat, to the side of her neck and down to the base of her breast.

Stefan knew his wife's weak spots. He studied her multiple times and catered to her sexual need and lust.
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The right hand holding her waist had moved downwards and slipped into her underwear.

A throaty moan escaped from her sealed mouth and she could only cling on to him for support.

Stefan fingered her hole and played her clit with her thumb.

Every time he kissed the base of her breast and flicked her nipples with his tongue, he felt her clench around him.

"Hon, I -" Cayenne's words were cut off by his mouth again and she was getting dizzy from the kisses the attack of his fingers. Her knees were shaking and any moment soon, she would surely fall on his feet.

Stefan pulled away from her for a moment and when their eyes met, she saw the raw lust and desire he had for her.

She thought he would stop for a break but he directly lifted her as if she weighed no more than a feather.

His hands held on to her butt cheeks and she wrapped her arms around his neck for support. She felt his hard length directly under her wetness.

She didn't even notice that his pants had been thrown away somewhere.

"You... ah!" Cayenne wanted to tell him something but Stefan pushed all of him inside her which brought ecstasy to her. "Hhnn..ah..slow down a bit."

"I'm...I'm trying..."

Their laboring words and breathing entangled with each other but their actions didn't stop.

Stefan walked to their bed with her impaled with his shaft and each step he took, he went in deeper than he already had.

[Forget it.] Cayenne told herself and enjoyed the moment. There's no problem with them doing it anyway.

After welcoming him for more than three hours, Cayenne felt so exhausted that she couldn't even move her legs.

Her whole body was sore as if she did it for the first time.

On the other hand, Stefan lying on the bed next to her and was looking at her in worry. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that the wine had something in it."

"What do you mean? Someone tampered with the drinks?"

"Not really. Erwin and I had a drink but Sabrina spiked his wine. Instead of drinking it, he swapped it with mine."

Imagining Sabrina's desperate move and Erwin's innocent face, Cayenne burst out laughing.

It was such a stupid idea that she benefited from.

"Then, what shall we do? We missed the countdown," she expressed as she traced his face with her finger, but instead of answering her, Stefan pulled her closer and pressed their bodies together.

She felt his hardness on her stomach again.

"Give me a break."