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.

"Well," my voice was smoldering, " You know how to take care of yourself," I lifted his chin, "Just think of me while doing so,"

A smile curved his mouth, "I love you woman,"

His smile must have been infectious because I smiled too and left the bathroom before this tamed lion changed his mind.

"Alright, this is it," I motivated myself knowing there was another plan after this luxurious bathing. By the time I was through, I picked the little backpack I had brought in earlier and changed into a swimsuit.

The hotel was built on a strategic site with a beach just outside and there was no way in hell I wouldn't explore that. I was here to have fun with my husband and make beautiful memories that I would hold on to. Besides, Isabella would laugh at me to scorn if I don't return with photographs of our rendezvous - she claims her father wouldn't let me out of his sight.

"How do I look?" I asked as soon as I cat walked into the bedroom with a hopeful smile.

Niklaus froze, he glanced up at me from my head to my toes and then from my toes back to my head once again before resting on my slightly exposed breast and my revealed thigh.

"Say something, Niklaus," I was beginning to feel awkward under his scorching scrutiny, not to mention that I was in a pose and my toes couldn't balance my weight anymore.

"What is this?" His taut voice didn't sound promising; he seemed about to explode. Sigh, what was I even thinking marrying a possessive husband?

"Yeah!" I attempted to lighten this tense environment, "Going to the beach, remember?"

His eyes roved over me once more, " In that?"

"What's wrong with that?" I pointed to my body. I was wearing a bandeau-style bikini top which is a strapless top that goes straight across. This one has a circular insert that's super cute and a bit modest compared to others.

"I don't like it," He said dismissively.

"Niklaus, come on! This is not even a throng!" I argued with him.

"The swell of your breast and butt cheeks is visible, so no," He claimed.

"We are going to a beach, you seriously don't expect me to go in a ground sweeping gown and long sleeve - what's the fun then? Half of the woman out there would be clad in a similar outfit!"

"You are not like other women," He growled at me, "You are special..." he added slowly," To me,"

My mouth opened wide from astonishment, however…. "Still, this doesn't mean I'll -"

"Give me a sec," He interrupted me and went into the wardrobe, ruffling through his unpacked bag for something.

"What's he searching for?" I mumbled, curiosity written all over my face.

Not less than a minute later, Niklaus returned with a chiffon lace beach cover-up kimono while my mouth remained open, shocked.

"How did you know to get this?" I was surprised, taking the kimono from him.

"Well, I saw the beach while I was searching up the hotel and had a feeling you'd like to try it out. I just had to make sure I had some necessary stuff in place," He claimed.

"Alright," I nodded, lips pursed as I wore it, "Not bad. At the least, you have a sense of fashion," I said, feeling the green flowered pattern that fitted my purple swimsuit.

"So your husband is extremely knowledgeable, what does he get fir a reward?" he teased, coming closer.

I gestured him to come a bit closer which he did expectantly and just when he thought I was going to kiss him, muttered into his ear, "Go wash up," then patted him on the chest and left.

"Women," Niklaus shook his head, laughing.

Unlike me who had spent an eternity in the shower, Niklaus didn't even last two minutes and he was out, ready to leave and wearing a normal swimming trunk. I frowned, why was his chest opened but comforted myself with the fact his trunks was a match with the kimono.

The weather was sunny and there were a lot of people at the beach, but that wasn't my problem. My current problem was why all the women were staring at my husband?

There were other men out there but the moment Niklaus arrived, he stood out from the crowd and there was even a lady who dared to wink at him. Anger like no other coursed through my veins and made me see red, why was I acting like a possessive wife?