Chapter 177: Let the honeymoon begin
KATE
Nathan managed to keep me in the hotel room for the past forty-eight hours since we arrived, specifically in bed. Keeping him without sex for a whole week before our wedding was definitely not the best idea I've had.
I woke up in the early afternoon, and he wasn't in our suite. So I took the opportunity to explore a bit. After all, I was in Paris, and it was time to start enjoying my honeymoon, not just the bed.
After taking a shower, I took the elevator intending to go downstairs and get to know the hotel better.
When the elevator doors opened on the first floor, Nathan was waiting for the elevator. He smiled, looking handsome and sexy. The shirt he was wearing was drenched in sweat, clinging to his chest, his muscles bulging, and his hair tousled.
"Am I imagining things, or are you trying to escape?" He approached with a raised eyebrow as I stepped out of the elevator.
"Do you think I would have any reason to want to escape, I mean besides my husband keeping me in captivity?" I bit my lip, teasing him.
"I didn't hear you complaining when I was inside you earlier," he whispered in my ear, leaning in enough to make my insides stir.
"No, you didn't, but if you keep it up, you'll have to spend our honeymoon pushing your wife around in a wheelchair."
He smiled and caressed my face.
"Where are you off to?"
"Just taking a look around."
He nodded.
"Don't take too long; I have plans for later."
"What plans?"
"It seems like you're already tired of me, so I guess I'll have to find other ways to entertain you."
"I'll never get tired of you," I said, looking into his eyes and wishing I could just get naked with him again. How was that even possible?
At that moment, a brunette walked by us, entering the elevator. I noticed when she gave Nathan an appraising look from head to toe. "You know what? I think it's time to go back and put on more decent clothes, Mr. Ryan," I said, looking at him.
He narrowed his eyes at me and then glanced at the brunette before the elevator doors finally closed.
"Is that jealousy?"
"I'm just taking care of what's mine. Isn't that what you always say?" I smiled and walked away.
"Don't get lost. But if you do, don't forget I can find you," he said, making me smile and roll my eyes.
After taking a stroll around the luxurious hotel, I discovered that the place had not only spacious suites with a stunning view of the Eiffel Tower, but also three restaurants, including Michelin-starred ones, a luxurious spa, a pool, and a charming courtyard. The stay must have cost a fortune, but the experience was surely worth it, and I was going to make the most of every second.
When I returned to the room, Nathan was on the balcony, engrossed in his phone. Goodness, I would never get used to the view. I approached and stood behind him, grabbing his shoulders.
"I hope you're not looking at anything work-related," I whispered in his ear.
Turning around, he made me sit on his lap.
"Do you really think I'd waste a second of this trip on anything other than my wife?" His hands slid down to my hips.
"I believe you because I know there's only one thing you like more than working," I teased, rubbing against him.
"I thought you were tired."
"And red and deliciously sore..." I whispered.
"Kate..."
"How about you tell me about your plans?"
"Plans?" He repeated distractedly, sliding one of his hands under my dress.
"Nathan?"
"It's a surprise." His fingers slid just above my navel on my bare stomach, igniting my desire.
"Tell me," I insisted, losing my restraint bit by bit.
"Does it really matter? We both know exactly how tonight is going to end, just like every other night."
"I have the feeling you're not just talking about our honeymoon."
He slid lower, slipping under the fabric of my panties.
"Wait..." I moaned as he glided between my folds, parting me.
"Shhhh."
"Nathan..." I whispered, pressing my forehead against his.
"They're just my fingers."
"You don't know when to stop." He pressed against my clit, making me gasp. "Nathan..."
"So wet..."
"Please..."
"Do you want me to stop?"
No. I didn't want him to.
"Please, make me come," I pleaded.
Lifting me from the chair with me in his lap, he carried us into the bedroom and laid me on the bed.
Without hesitation, he buried himself between my legs. His fingers parted me, massaging and teasing me until his tongue took over, torturing my clit deliciously until I lost all sense of reason.
I got lost in moans, feeling my whole body tense and pleasure spreading across my skin. Each stroke of his tongue drove me wild, almost making me beg to be filled by him.
I was so close... and then he stopped. Breathless and dazed, I stared at him.
"What? Why did you stop?"
He smiled, licking his lips.
"You said I don't know when to stop."
"Nathan..."
"Did you really think you wouldn't be punished?"
"Punished?"
"You nearly drove me insane."
"I'm here now, and I'm all yours, so just finish this, okay? Please..."
"Maybe later."
"You've got to be kidding."
"I thought you needed rest."
"Are you serious? Are you planning to take revenge during our honeymoon?" I sat up, frustrated.
"It looks like it's going to be three long weeks," he said, winking at me before heading toward the bathroom.
He couldn't be serious. And all that talk about, 'For every day you made me go without touching you, I'll make you spend a week remembering I've been inside you.' Had he already forgotten about that? I guess I married a madman after all. Well, if he really wanted to play this game, we'd see who would come out on top in the end. After all, I learned from the best. Isn't that right, Mr. Ryan?
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