After they got out of the shower and got dressed, they finally got around to eating their breakfast and drinking their coffee.

"So are you up for another surfing lesson today? The sky is perfectly clear, not a storm in sight."

"Sure. Maybe I won't suck so bad this time," she laughed.

"Hey for your first time it wasn't that bad," he said with a smile, taking a bite of his breakfast and reaching out to take her hand in his. He rested her hand on the top of his thigh and laid his hand on top of it, rubbing his fingers back and forth over hers. She loved how touchy feely he was with her now.

"So when we get back to Spain what's the plan?" she asked.

"Hmmm. I think it would be nice to take you out on a real date and show you the city. You know, dinner, dancing. We could rent a vespa and drive it around and I can show you the sights."

"They would let you do that?" she asked, surprised. "My parents would never. They'd be too afraid I would get hurt."

He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Have your parents never let you do anything where you might get hurt?"

"Not really," she sighed, sipping her coffee. "They've always been kind of controlling and paranoid."

"Damn. That sounds like a really boring way to live," he said, taking a bite of his food. "Well you're done living like that. You don't belong to your parents any more and they can't control everything you do now."

"Yeah now it's only you that can do that. Right?" she asked, giving him the side eye with a playful smile as she sipped her coffee.

He scrunched his eyebrows. "I never said I want to control you. I said you're mine. There's a difference."

"Well then, what does saying 'I'm yours' mean to you?" she asked.

"It means you don't give other men a second glance because you already know that pussy is mine. The other aspects of your life I don't control, but this," he said, reaching down between her legs and cupping his hand around her core as he leaned in close to her lips. "This, is mine," he whispered, before kissing her, making butterflies flutter in her stomach.

Then he took her hand and laid it against the erection that was starting to form in his swim trunks and said, "And this is yours."

She gave him a smile and said, "Ok" as she leaned in to give him another kiss. "I've got it. Now why don't you tell him to settle himself down because we have some surfing to do and at this rate we're never going to make it out there."

"Yeah it would really be a shame if we just stayed inside and fucked all day," he said, giving her a sexy smirk as he sipped his coffee.

She laughed and rolled her eyes. Then she hopped off the bar stool and went into the bedroom, stripping off her nightgown and putting on her orange bikini again.

He followed in there soon after and pulled on his swim trunks, walking over to her and pulling her against him giving her a kiss. She pushed him back with a laugh, "Down boy. We have plenty of time to do that later. For right now I want to surf."

He put his bottom lip out and pouted and he looked so cute, that she couldn't help but smile and lean in to give him another kiss before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door. As they walked towards the beach he smacked her butt and she turned around and raised an eyebrow at him, giving him a flirty smile.

Seeing him shirtless in his swim trunks made her really tempted to just give in and give him what he wanted, but she also really wanted to surf. They got the surfboards out of the shed and headed towards the water, and he started walking faster and she started walking faster, making him go even faster. She realized he wanted to race and she started running with the board under her arm, kicking up sand behind her and he flew past her easily.

"No fair!" she yelled out. "You have longer legs than me," she laughed.

She watched as he entered the ocean ahead of her and she followed behind, paddling on her stomach out past the choppy water where he was sitting up on his board waiting for a wave.

"Took you long enough," he said playfully and she narrowed her eyes at him and splashed water his way and he splashed her back making her squeal.

He reached over and pulled her board close to his and gave her a kiss and she pushed him back laughing, "We're supposed to be surfing, not making out! Is sex all you can think about?"

"When I'm around you? Yes," he said with a smirk, leaning in and giving her another kiss. He pulled back and looked into her eyes and said, "I can't help it. I have a really hot wife and you're hard to resist."

Hearing him say she was hot made her face flush red and she gave him a shy smile, kissing him back for a minute before finally pulling away and saying, "Okay, let's surf first and then you can take me in the house and do anything you want with me."

He raised an eyebrow. "Anything?" he asked with a look of mischief on his face.

"Within reason you pervert," she laughed, splashing him again.

She wasn't sure what had gotten into him but he was insatiable now and couldn't seem to get enough of her. She had gone from wondering if he found her attractive to wondering if he would ever stop wanting to bang her day and night, non-stop. She definitely wasn't complaining though.

He finally focused on surfing and it took a little longer for a good wave to come around because the water was a lot calmer today. He took the first good one and he was able to ride it all the way across to the end.

They took turns and she tried several runs with no success but he gave her tips on what she did wrong and finally a wave came and she paddled out to it, jumping to her feet at just the right time. She remembered everything he had told her and she rode the wave all the way across this time before diving headfirst into the ocean at the end.

When she stood up she heard him cheering for her and clapping loudly and when she got back over to him he gave her a high five. Seeing him so excited for how well she did made her smile proudly.

"You're getting the hang of it!" he told her.

She smiled and said, "Well I had a really good teacher."

They stayed out there surfing for two hours and Eva was able to ride a few more waves all the way across because she was starting to figure out the timing of when to jump up and how to stand. They finally decided they were done for the day and headed back for the shore, holding hands and carrying their surfboards under their arms.

When they got to the beach she laid her surfboard down in the sand and unhooked the tether from her ankle. She laid down on her beach towel, exhausted and catching her breath. Surfing was a lot more of a workout than she expected.

Paulo sat his surfboard on the beach and laid down on the large beach towel next to her, laying on his side and propping his head up on his arm.

"You did great out there. By the time we leave here I think you'll be a really good surfer," he said with a smile, looking down at her as she laid on her back in front of him.

She was very aware of the fact that his shirtless body was next to hers and her bikini didn't cover very much. It made her start thinking about their conversation earlier.

"So, we're done surfing. Now you can take me to the house and do anything you want," she said seductively.

"Who says we have to go to the house? We could do it right here on the beach," he said softly, leaning in with his hand on her stomach and giving her a kiss.

"Hhhhhmmmmhhhmmmm" they heard someone clear their throat loudly behind them and they both jumped and sat up in shock.

They were surprised to see the boat captain standing there that had dropped them off on the island.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt you on your honeymoon. We've been trying to reach you but there's no cell service out here and we called the emergency line that's set up in the house for an hour but no one answered. I have an urgent message for you from your family."

"My family or her family?" Paulo asked.

"Your family sir," the captain said. "I'd rather not tell you out here on the beach. Can we go inside so you can both sit down?"

"Ok," Paulo said, looking concerned and they both stood up and gathered their belongings and followed the boat Captain down the trail and back to the house. They used the outside shower to clean the sand off before wrapping up in towels and sitting down on the living room couch. The captain sat on the couch across from them and leaned forward wringing his hands nervously.

"Go ahead. What do you need to tell us?" Paulo asked.

"There's no easy way to tell you this your highness, so I'm just going to come right out with it. It's your father sir. He suffered a massive heart attack last night and passed away in his sleep. Your mother noticed this morning and called emergency services but it was too late. He was already gone."

"My Dad ............... is dead?" Paulo asked in shock.

"Yes. I'm so sorry for your loss. Your mother requested that I come here and bring you both back immediately. I'm going to be outside waiting at the boat when you're ready. Take all the time you need."

He got up and walked out, leaving her and Paulo alone. Paulo sat there looking down at the ground stunned, like he was in a trance trying to process it and she wasn't sure what to say so she just laid her hand on his. She saw his eyes getting red and watery and he leaned forward and covered his face with his hands and started to cry into them. Eva put her arm around him and started rubbing his back to comfort him. She hated seeing him in so much pain and she wished she could take it away. Hearing him cry made her eyes water too and she started to cry.

He lifted his head and looked over at her with a red face and a tear rolling down his cheek. "I can't believe he's actually gone. I've looked up to that man my whole life. He's the one I've always aspired to be like and tried to make proud of me," he said, exhaling deeply.

He looked down at his hands. "And the last thing I did was fight with him," he said sadly. "We were so much alike. We were both stubborn and opinionated and we both wanted control of my life," he said, hanging his head. "But I loved him. I always loved him."

He covered his face with his hands again and sat there in silence.

"I'm so sorry Paulo," she said softly, rubbing his back.

He dropped his hands and sat there for a minute stunned and in a daze, staring off into the distance at nothing in particular.

He finally spoke up and said, "I never got the chance to tell him he was right about you. He said you were beautiful and smart and kind and would be a perfect Queen for Spain. He was so right and all I did was fight him on it," he said, letting out an exhale.

They walked around the house and gathered up all their belongings and packed them away in their suitcases and pretty soon they were on the boat heading back. Eva turned around and watched the island fade away in the distance and she was so sad that their time there had been cut short. They were so perfect and happy there in paradise together and she wondered if it would be the same when they got back to the real world.