Chapter 363 - Three Hundred And Sixty-three: Healthy Stamina (1/2)

Reina's point of view:

”Where the hell was I?”

My brain was foggy as I slowly roused from sleep. Then It dawned on me with the messy sheet and hair, where I was and what I had done. My honeymoon with my husband, Niklaus.

”Aww!” I groaned, a piercing pain going through my head. Gosh, why was I such a masochist? It was clear to me that alcohol messes me up and yet I still go back to it. Am I a sucker for pain or something?

”You're awake,” Niklaus came into the bathroom looking all robust and radiant.

”This is so unfair,” I frowned, checking him out.

”What is unfair?” he asked, with brows knitted together perplexed.

I leaned closer, ”Why do you look so good and strong upon what we did last night while I look like shit?”

”Because you drank?” he stated with a smirk.

”You're of no help at all,” I groaned, throwing myself back on the bed.

”You should go wash up, you stink,”

”Geez, thanks,” I rolled my eyes. He had to remind me of that.

”I'm serious here, Reina. Go and wash up,” Niklaus said, kneeling on the bed as he pulled the bedsheet in a bid to pull me off the bed.

”I want to but I'm tired,” I whined intentionally, ”Unless you carry me,” I teased him, stretching out my hands like a baby wanting to be piggybacked even though I knew he wouldn't do that.

But to my utmost surprise, Niklaus scooped me up in his arms before an exclamation of amazement could leave my lips. This man! Can't he tell when I'm joking? Well, let me enjoy the free ride - it's a once in a lifetime opportunity.

However, I clearly have forgotten that Niklaus had the talent to manipulate every situation in his favor. Once we made it to the sink, he picked my toothbrush and helped me brush even when I protested strongly.

But as usual, the man ignored my complaint and did as he pleased. That was when I realized I had awoken the sleeping tiger; I had willingly delivered myself to him on a platter of gold. In one word, I was doomed.

Before long, I was carried into the shower and stripped of the sheet I had used to cover my nakedness before I could even say ”Jack Robinson,” That is to say that I was bare as the day I was born before him.

Of course, this wasn't the first time Niklaus' seen me naked but there was something about that intensity in his eye that made me squirm and want to cover up. It was like I was a lamb and he was the lion meant to devour me. And devour, he was surely going to do.

Still dressed in his clothes, Niklaus grabbed the liquid soap and squirted some onto the sponge. He lathered it under the controlled running shower and drew me closer to him.

Tentatively and slowly, he began to scrub my skin with care as if he was afraid he'd bruise me if he added more strength.

A tingle went down my spine when he scrubbed down my back. It was more embarrassing that Niklaus had an apathetic look as he washed me while I in question was fighting with desire.

Each of his moves was turning me on and I couldn't help but almost get a heart attack when our eyes accidentally connected. His eyes had darkened and held a desire that stole my breath away.

Niklaus was holding back. He was patiently waiting for when he was done cleaning me up. And my words couldn't have been wrong because the instant he was finished, he attacked my lips with a fiery kiss that left me short of breath.

I couldn't concentrate on anything because the pleasure seemed to come from everywhere and my patience had reached the limit. Having stayed in the shower with me, Niklaus' clothes were wet and clung to his body like a second skin - I would really want off right now.

I wanted to touch him, feel him skin to skin as he was doing with me. We were mad with need. So I successfully rid him of his shirt but there was no time to get rid of his pants, I wanted him now!

Pulling down his pants that he didn't care to step out of, Niklaus pushed me up against the shower stall and I wrapped my legs around him.

Without wasting time, he entered me and I gasped at the fullness and nerves he awoke.

”Fuck,” I cursed, grabbing a fistful of his hair tight as he sheathed himself to the hilt. I gasped, I could feel him all the way to my entrails, and it was marvelous.