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. 

Then he began to move against me and there was nothing gentle about him. He pumped into me with wild abandon that left me crying and moaning at the same time. 

"Fuck... yes... Ahhh... God!" My scream reverberated in the stall as he pounded into me. My nails dug into his back from the unexplainable pleasure turning my senses around. It was like I was on the brink of insanity. A sweet fucking insanity. 

"How much do you love me?" Niklaus asked out of nowhere, the muscles on his face taut as he controlled his hips by slowing down to my annoyance. 

"To eternity," I replied breathlessly while whining my hips to receive that pleasure. I could feel it, I was close to that encompassing wildfire. 

"Then tell me, do you like what I do to you?" he began to pound harder and I screamed, unable to keep up with that sudden pace. 

"Yes," I gasped. My heart was pounding so fast it was almost as if I was being suffocated. 

"Do you love the fact that I fuck you so deliciously? Do you love the fact that you're the only woman I look at so lasciviously?" he continued his thrust with no mercy while I could only keep on screaming, "Yes," 

In no time the pleasure crashed over me and I cried in delight, convulsively shuddering from the intense degree of excitement this lovemaking had brought upon me. After three or four shoves into me, it was not that long, Niklaus found his own ecstatic release. 

Being done was an understatement, the moment Niklaus caught his breath, he whisked me off to the hydromassage bathtub where we continued with round two of this rapture-giving route. 

By the time we were done, I could no longer walk with my legs so he to carry me back and dressed me up. How could someone have so much stamina? Seeing that I was pissed this time for draining me, Niklaus humbly became my servant for the day. 

"You should take this opportunity to have a good rest," he said after feeding me while I glared at him. 

But amid my killing stares, he still had the nerve to steal a kiss from my lips, petted me on the head like some pet, and left before I could attack him. I shook my body on the bed stubbornly. 

"Ouch, my waist!" I cried out as I accidentally moved my sore hips.

That beast of a husband! Though the kiss still tasted good - shut up Reina! Don't encourage him! It was at that moment that it dawned on me that I hadn't called my kids. What kind of mother was I? 

I called the house first but I couldn't get through to them which made me worried. I tried the kids and got the same response. I had already planned on telling Niklaus what was going on when I called my father and it finally went through. 

Throughout the call, I could only surmise one thing: my father was pushing me away which could only mean he was hiding something. So I suggested hearing Amanda's voice since she was the only one who wouldn't dare to lie to me. But to my disappointment, she escaped me before I could even ask my question. 

Though I had a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was not right - my kids call for a good cause of alarm - I gave up since my Father was there; he'd protect the kids. So I ended the call. 

I took the rest of the day and slept off. Resting my sore pelvic region and woke later in the early hours of the night. Bored out of my mind, I decided that we toured the bustling city at night and he agreed with no persuasion nor did he ask for a bribe - maybe he was feeling remorseful. 

Hand looped around his, my head resting on his shoulder, Niklaus and I explored the city that was at its busiest and finest at night. We were enjoying the colors, cultures, and food when I felt my skin crawl. 

"We are being followed," I announced to him. 

"So I noticed," Niklaus replied unbothered. 

"I'm guessing it's the wild flower I pissed off yesterday," I already had an idea. That woman didn't look like the forgive and forget type. 

Niklaus looked at me with a hint of a smile, "So what do you want to do? Lose them or have fun?"

My lips curved at the Idea of Niklaus' fun. 

"Sure, let's have fun. It's been long since I had one," I said to him. 

"Of course, anything for you my princess," He took my hand in his and we began to walk away nonchalantly as if danger wasn't pending. 

In fact, we made the work easier for our supposed abductors by walking into a dark alleyway, giving them the perfect opportunity to kidnap us. 

I pretended to be the weak princess by screaming when they captured me and of course, Niklaus acted as the prince in charming armors who was defeated and captured too. We were drugged and carried off. 

Our drama begins.