Chapter 341 - Three Hundred And Forty-two: The Possessive Wife (1/2)

Reina's point of view: The honeymoon

”Oh, thank God,” I said in relief, dropping on the bed with an exhausted groan. After the eight hours in the air, all I wanted to do was just curl up and sleep till the next day comes.

And yes, my honeymoon with Niklaus has officially begun and the man was the one who made all the necessary arrangements. We were currently in a deluxe room that let you relax as you admire a beautiful view of the beach.

The room is modern decorated, totally soundproofed - thank God - with a refreshing led rain shower and private hydromassage bathtub - I can imagine why Niklaus booked here. Aside from that, the room has high-quality furnishings with opulent, expensive touches, and attention to aesthetic detail.

It had fresh air, original art on the walls, windows that open, robes and slippers, adequate storage, hangers, desk, reading chair, safe, good-size flat-screen TV, iPhone/iPod dock, coffee maker, full-length mirror, effective AC system…And of course a King bed with a good mattress, high-quality sheets and a variety of pillow types - he really went all out.

”You must be tired,” Niklaus said, dropping our luggage at the corner. Room service had offered to carry it up but he refused adamantly, making me wonder what he was hiding in there. Turns out he was just trying to be romantic which was kind of cute and touching - but I'm not going to say that out loud.

”What are you doing?” I was startled when someone grabbed my leg.

”Shh, take off your sneakers before you go to bed,” He chided me as his hand went to my feet and slipped them off one after the after. The moment he was done, I felt his hand caress the under of my feet and then he began to massage me.

”That feels good,” I shut my eyes, relishing his wonderful hands as they worked on my sore feet. However, just when I was at the peak of satisfaction, he stopped.

”Huh?” one of my eyes popped open, why did he stop?

I tried to sit up but I was pushed back to the bed as Niklaus climbed over me. His eyes never left mine as he hovered over me, which kind of made my heart begin to pound so hard it was a surprise it hadn't leaped out of my chest yet.

”What are you doing?” I asked, breathless.

”What do you think?” he gave me a coy smirk, ”It's our honeymoon today, remember?”

”Niklaus,” I put my hand on his chest, ”Remember what we scheduled, no sex until we're done with the dates today - the honeymoon isn't all about that,”

His brow raised, ” What is it about then?”

”Making a connection and everlasting memories with my husband?” it sounded more like a question to me.

”Well, to me, it just seems like you're delaying the inevitable,” his smirk deepened and before I could make a move, dipped his head and kissed my neck in a slow sensual move. I let out a sharp breath, my body tingling with pleasure.

”Niklaus,” I gulped, wanting to just lay down and relish this moment, but I couldn't give in to temptation yet.

”Umm,” was all he said, still trailing kisses down my neck.

”Please,” I implored of him knowing I couldn't fight him. It was as if he had this magic touch that makes me melt as soon as he makes contact with me.

”Fine,” He said, yet didn't forget to steal a kiss which would have evolved into a heated one had I not pulled away.

”Ugh,” Niklaus rolled his eye, irritated, ”You always find a way to extinguish the fire burning between us,”

I moved closer pecking him on the lips and making sure not to fall into his trap, ”Sorry, but I don't want to get burned yet,” I left the bed with a chuckle.

”So what now?” Niklaus asked, sitting on the edge of the bed with his arms folded.

”Go look around,” I added, ” After I have my bath,” and as expected, his expression lit upon hearing that.

”And no, you're not welcomed,” I added quickly- sorry to burst your bubbles.

”That's not fair,” Niklaus pouted, ”We're currently husband and wife,” He threw a tantrum like a kid which made me see Isabella in him - it was not surprising.

I walked back to Niklaus and leaned before him, making sure the cleavage which his eyes glued onto was visible. I then lowered my head and whispered into his ears, ”Build anticipation, that's a key to a great sex life,” and nibbled on his earlobe, his breathing changed.

”That's great, but not when junior is threatening to rip out of my pants,”

Oh, junior? Is that what we're calling it now? I chucked mentally.