Chapter 308 - Three Hundred And Eight: House On Fire (1/2)

Reina's point of view:

Maybe it wasn't that bad to have a misunderstanding. Yeah, we might yell and say some hurtful words we mean or may not mean. However, at the end of the day, a healthy relationship would still rebound after both couples put down their pride and try to make it work. It wasn't just an effort on the side of the man but the women too and that was what I just realized.

I was carried away with the fun of having a wild bachelorette party that I didn't realize I hurt my partner's feelings in the process. Inwardly, I always knew Niklaus would never let me attend nor have such a party but I let myself get influenced by peer influence - I'm not saying I detest what Emily and the girls did for me, like heck! They just wanted me to have a great party. I should have just gone with what my heart told me.

I forgot that all fingers were not equal; just because Eden was more open-minded, I shouldn't expect the same from Niklaus. Niklaus was possessive - no strange man could get within proximity of me without receiving his death glare- and that's just him for you. I was foolish and shouldn't have wanted the same treatment. Maybe if I had done some cajoling, Niklaus would have had a change of heart - That's me having 0.0001 percent faith, people.

Honestly, it wasn't all bad having a possessive soon-to-be husband. Niklaus treats me with respect and knows when he crossed the line - he realizes when I'm not in the mood - and his possessiveness makes me feel treasured - like he's so scared of losing me that he keeps all to himself.

It's so cute sometimes because I love teasing and testing his limit to an extent. Niklaus reminds me of foxes who caches their food-bury it to consume later- hiding it fast before some other animal takes it. Well, he has always been a fox - a sly, big bad fox.

”Say that again,” He whispered yet I could hear it loud and clear because he was close behind me. His chest was pressed against my back and my rear end bumping slightly now and then against his arousal - I knew he picked that thong for a purpose, that old fox!

”What?” I was breathless, especially now his hand was slowly trailing the curve of my back.

”Call me sweet husband,” He requested shamelessly, lips kissing the curve of my neck. This was a slow seduction.

”Why are you hung up on it? We're not even married officially yet,” I purposely incited him, knowing Niklaus was always up for a good challenge.

”Really?” I could feel the curve of his lips stretch into a smile while his other hand slipped into my large shirt and trailed his way up to my bare breast - And yes, I wasn't wearing a bra because he didn't get me one too.

I moaned when his hand cupped my breast, fondling and squeezing with enough force to not cause me pain; he pinched it, sending sweet pain to me.

”Would you admit me as your sweet husband now?” he growled into my ears, taking my earlobe into his lips and sucked on it.

I gasped softly and he took my silence as a ”No” hence continued his attack. He kissed back down to my neck, finding the sensitive spot there, and lingered while I whimpered from the sweet pleasure. I was shivering under his touch and it certainly wasn't out of fear; the sensations were just too much to keep in.

Heat spread to my face when his hand left massaging my breast and began to travel down south, gasping softly as he intentionally caressed my flat stomach before proceeding to slip his finger into the flimsy material called throng, making contact with my moist heat.

I whimpered in pleasure and arched my back at how delightful the sensation was; he was igniting the whole of my body, setting it on with an everlasting flame - so I wished for eternity.

Niklaus rubbed against my wet fold, I grabbed the sheet tightly, the sensation made my mind reel. I couldn't think, just feel. He began to work against me with movements that made me moan relentlessly, bumping against his touch and squeezed my thigh together to create more friction yet Niklaus found a way to move his fingers nonetheless.

I gave a cry and shudder of delight when he picked up speed causing the pleasure to gradually build in me.

”Would you call me husband now?” he growled into my ears, his voice husky and thick with desire.

”Yes,” I conceded at last yet he didn't stop.

My breath, no scratch that, our breath was heavy and I bet his heart was beating as wild as mine too. My eyes went unfocused as my orgasm was finally ripped out of me and I sank against him, satiated like a fed cat.

I laughed all to myself - I don't even know why - which soon ensued into tears causing a prominent frown to appear on Niklaus' face instantly.

”Reina, what is wrong?” he looked so concerned my heart arched. How could he love me this much?

”No, it's nothing,” I told him while wiping away the annoying tears that kept gushing out amid my desire to stop them.

”You don't have to hide anything from me, I don't bite,” He made me turn and cupped my face with his big calloused hand, the rings making me shiver from their slight chill.

”No,” I shook my head, ” I just realized how lucky I am to have you as a husband”