CHAPTER 10

Alexander muttered an oath, threading his hands over his cleanly shaved head. He had been so close to claiming his wife, desire coursing through his veins until everything went out, like a poof, just like that leaving him deflated. He had even asked his doctor for a drug that could cure him of his sudden impotence, but he explained to him that what he needed was a shrink, no drugs would help him. His inability to perform is borne out of how his first marriage ended.

The psychologist he contracted also said the same thing. Nothing was wrong with him, it was all in his mind. It would happen when he stopped forcing it and with the right person, yet he couldn't make love to his wife. Nor could he stop wanting her. He desired her alright, but he couldn't satisfy her completely. He groaned silently when the image of her naked body flashed like a neon sign in his mind. "God help me, but I will be damned if I don't try everything in my power to satisfy her" he mutters to himself.

"Are you saying something?" Pamilerin's voice brought him out of his reverie, he turned to her, taking in the way her skin glow in the light, her hands held the bathing robe to her body like a shield.

"No darling, I will just freshen up as well, will join you later" walking past her into the bathroom. He discarded his remaining cloth, setting the shower dial into medium speed, before stepping into the mosaic tiled stall. The water cascade over his head, down his skin, bringing with it a cooling effect. Making him to calm down, he felt the agitation leave him. Turning off the shower, he snagged a towel from the neat stack and tied it around his body.

Stepping out of the bathroom into their room, he saw that Pamilerin had changed into a night wear, it was a black skimpy thing, with a tiny strap, reaching just her thigh. "This is going to be hard" he thought. She sat on the bed, her eyes following his move around the spacious room. The towel slung low on his hips, he gave her a tight smile, before reaching for his clothing—loose drawstring trousers. The towel dropped and Pamilerin's mouth dried up as she took in Alexander's naked body, his back was to her, so she could observe and admire the taunt muscular lines of his back and thighs.

"I see you didn't touch the wine?" He asked casually, crossing the room to join her.

"Uhm?" Her voice coming out husky, not following what he was saying, too carried away by him.

"Wine?" Popping it open, pouring some into each wine glass and extending a glass to her.

"Oh yes the wine" reaching to collect it from him, "I was waiting for you" she whispers. Sipping it slowly.

Alexander sat beside her, gazing at her. Taking a sip out of his glass as well, "do you still want more?" Noting her empty glass.

"No thank you, I don't want to get drunk or anything like that" placing her glass on the bedside table. Looking at him expectantly.

"I guess you are right" he down the remaining content in his glass, Placing it besides her.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked quietly.

"Sure you can"

"Earlier you seemed to be angry with me all of a sudden, what's wrong? Did I not meet your expectations?"

"What! No please don't think like that, you are perfect—"

"So what happened? One minute you were all over me, the next you were distant. I know you want me so I don't understand. I thought by now you would have torn this gown off me" confusion lacing her words.

Alexander drew closer to her, tucking the escaped hair strand behind her ear, "Believe me when I say I want you. The reason I haven't torn this sexy thing off you is because I, uhm, I know you are not that experienced—"

"You do? How did you know?"

"Men know this things" he said with a chuckle. "I want to take things slow, I don't want to hurt you" he explained.

"But you won't hurt me, I may be a virgin but still want you—"

"Wait, you are a virgin?" Staring at her in daze.

"Yes—I thought you said you know?"

"Yea well, I guessed but I didn't know you are that inexperienced." The report he got on her, showed that she had few men she had being with, but he didn't think he could be so lucky.

"So does that mean you will not touch me?" Pamilerin wish she didn't sound or come off as desperate, but she does not know how to put into words what she was feeling.

"It means we will take it slow, understand each other's bodies and needs, but rest assured that I want you." He held her in his arms and kissed her, lost in swift passion. She kissed him back, welcoming the hot tide of hunger that met and matched his. A flare of conscious response set her nerves tingling and heated her body, sharpening her senses so that the world suddenly blazed into a glory of colour and sound and sensuous delight. His hands found their ways into her breast, to cup them in his hands, pressing a feather kiss on each. He pushed her down gently, lying halfway on her. The tiny gown had ridden up to her navel, pleasurable sighs emerging from her lips, a prisoner to his evocative, persuasive hands. Alexander flung the scrap she called nightwear away, with it the tiny panties, leaving her gloriously bare to his seeking hands. One of his hands slid low to seek and prob her silken heat, unbidden. She arched against him, panting, letting out sexual sounds she was unaware of as he skilfully brought her to climax.

Alexander kissed her gently, tucking her against him. He switched off the lights.

"That was incredible" she mutters, weakly, "but you didn't—"

"Shh don't worry about anything, we are taking it slow besides it your pleasure that's paramount to me. Sleep darling." Pressing another kiss on her forehead. Alexander breathed a sigh of relief when Pamilerin finally slept. He wondered how long he would continue to use these tactics with his wife. How long this could last before she discovered that he was not complete.

The yellowish glow of the sun ray streak through the blinds, casting a faint glow across the room. Alexander watched the gentle rhythmic rise and fall of his new wife's chest. A faint smile crossed his face; she looked so peaceful and calm in her sleep. Looking a bit wanton even under the cover cloth, Pamilerin perhaps felt his intense gaze on her, as her eyes flicks open slowly. A bit disoriented, but light of acknowledgement dawns on her at the sight of Alexander, breaking into a shy smile.

"Good morning husband" she mutters, voice still husky from sleep, she breath in his, spicy sandal wood aftershave. He had freshened up already, donning a blue polo shirt that hugged his muscles, along with off-white chinos, and completing the attire with suede brown loafers on his feet.

"A beautiful morning to you too—my queen" he mutters gruffly. He leaned over her, pressing a soft kiss on her lips.

"No have not brush my teeth, I will have morning breath from all the wine I took last night" she groans in embarrassment, trying to dodge her mouth from his seeking lips.

"Let me be the judge of that—besides I have brushed so my breath will help yours" he said with a chuckle, holding her flaying hands up her head.

"Fine you ask for it" she declares in mock indignation. She welcomes his seek lips on hers, clasping his head closer to hers. She was starting to get carried away, thoughts of how he had brought her to a shattering climax with just his hands fills her mind, she wonders how it will be when they finally make love and consume their marriage in every sense of the word. Since he did not claim her completely last night, may be this morning will be different, but he draws back.

"I guess you are right you need to brush" he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Pamilerin at first thought he was serious, but when she saw that he was teasing her, she threw a pillow at him. "You are just a tease. You seem to be enjoying yourself pretty thoroughly," she shot back, giggling.

"Fine whatever you say, I didn't want you to feel bad that's why I prolonged the kiss. You can call it charity—"

"What! Charity my foot, let me get you, I will show you charity" she declares, sitting up with the sheet tucked under her armpits.

"I will leave you to bath—and wash your mouth, before you injure me" ducking his head from yet another pillow she threw. "I will be back" Chuckling, as he saunters out of the room.

Pamilerin smiles at his retreating form. She loves this side of him, playful and carefree, though she had to admit that the other part of him too his hot. The Alpha male side of him. Her face grew hot with embarrassment at the look of the room, rumpled bed, strewn pillows on the floor. It looks like they were at it all night. Though she wished that were the case. The housekeeper has her work cut out for her, she wonders how the place will now look like when they eventually consummate their marriage.

"It will be off the roof—smoking hot stuff, judging by what he did last night" she mutters to herself, as she left the bed to freshen up. If she can blush, her face will be red by now at the graphic thoughts that feels her head.

Pamilerin was a little confused on what to wear, seeing so many choice of cloths in her closet. She finally chose a yellow flower-patterned mid-length gown, which fell in a twirl around her knees and was a bit snug in the breast area before flaring down from the waist down. It has a short cap sleeve, showing off her smooth fair skin. She applied light make-up, putting on rose-coloured lip gloss, causing her lips to look lustrous.

She was brushing her hair when Alexander came in. "Your Highness" eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Hello beautiful" standing behind her. "Let's go have breakfast, after I have something planned for us" holding her shoulders.

"Alright I'm done here" smiling at him.

Their breakfast was set on the terrace of the cabin: sandwiches, juice, neatly cut fruit, along with a yellow flower. Two white cane chairs sat on each side of the table; he drew out one chair for her, before sitting himself.

Ever the gentleman, she thought. "Darling this is beautiful, thank you."

"I'm happy you like it, because I did it all by myself."

"Seriously? Oh baby this is wonderful, I love you" she whispered, Pamilerin noticed he stiffens a bit the moment she mentioned the L-word. She had been dying to tell him how she felt, and even if he did not say it to her first, she had told herself many times that he compensated for it with his actions. She didn't know it will hurt her like this, especially when he did not say it back, but rather stiffened up. Pamilerin console herself that men sometimes find it hard to express their self. "Thank you, I can't wait to see what you've planned for us next" quickly covering the awkward silence.

"Yea sure, let's eat."

They soon find something else to feel the silence, and things return back to normal, with Pamilerin asking him how he learned how to cook and how he managed to set the table quickly for them. He teased Pamilerin continuously, about the blunder she committed when she addressed him wrong the first time they met.

The two finished their breakfast, leaving the table to start with the plan Alexander has in store for them. The bodyguards following at a discrete distance, giving the two love birds the privacy they need. The two decided to first browse through the island, getting to know their environment. Their next point of call was the market place, where beautiful souvenirs were displayed. He bought her a bracelet, clipping it on her wrist right there. Pamilerin could not seem to figure out what to buy for a man that had it all. But she found something finally, by sheer luck, in an antique jewellery shop: a ring, beautifully carved, with a blood red stone in it.

She quickly paid for it, insisting it her treat for him. "See, it fits perfectly," slipping the ring on his finger.

"Thank you, I love it" he whispers, kissing her.

"You welcome, now let's go for lunch, I'm starving," she declared.

"Yes, my lady." He grinned down at her.

Pamilerin has never had so much fun in her life. It was Sunset by the time they drove back to their cabin. Alexander did not follow her into their room, as he was on a very important phone call. It may be his honeymoon but he is still a King first, with a kingdom to run. He waved his hand for her to go in, while he addressed whatever issue he had.

Their room has been tidied up by the housekeeper, leaving it spotless and everything in place. She toed off her shoes, removing her clothes as well. She ran a warm bath for herself. The long walk they took had made her foot ache a little, but she had been having too much fun to feel it, and if she was being truthful, she was the one who had dragged Alexander around, as excited as a little girl in the candy store. She soaked in the bath for a while, secretly hoping and waiting for Alexander, but he didn't come.

Pamilerin towelled herself dry, leaving the bath. Its certain Alexander his still busy with the call, "it must be very important" she mutters to herself. Her stomach growled in the silence of the room, telling her it was time for dinner. She was about to pull on a comfortable evening cloth when Alexander finally came in.

"We are going to town for dinner" discarding his shirt, preparing to take his bath.

"Oh, I will change into something more appropriate then" she quickly, discard the gown, selecting a new gown from the dinner wear collections. She chose a green empress-style dress, bringing out her curves. She decided to leave her hair down, making the weave on curls to frame around her oval face. Pamilerin put a little effort on her make-up, deciding to go with a red lipstick.

Alexander did a double take when he saw her, she looks like an enchantress. "Wow I think I need to get more bodyguards for you tonight, because you look ravishing in that dress—"

"You are funny" Pamilerin chuckles, slipping on a strappy heel sandal.

He chose a black suit with a crisp white shirt underneath, looking like a model from a magazine ad.

The dinner reservation was in one of the best restaurant on the island. Like Alexander said, she caused a stare when they entered the restaurant.

"I told you Darling, everybody is looking at you" he mutters with a growl, as they were led to their table.

"I'm sure it's you. You command respect anywhere you are" she retorts back, slipping into the seat that was pulled out for her.

"You are so naive, how could you not know how beautiful you are, I'm sure they are all wondering what a beautiful lady like you is doing with a scar faced man like me" he murmured, sounding a bit bitter.

"I'm sure they are not thinking that, and stop calling yourself scar faced, you are good looking" she finished, before going through the menu book.

It was a three-course meal, and by the time dessert arrived, Pamilerin did not think she would be able to eat anything again. It was great, spending time together, getting to know each other, by the time they got back to their cabin it was midnight already. She was feeling tired and sleepy, she may have had more than one glass of wine. Alexander seems to be refilling the glass for her at every point that her glass seems to be empty.

Pamilerin removes her cloth, changing into a night wear while Alexander went into the adjoin adjoining bathroom. She tried to keep her eyes opened, to wait for him but sleep soon claims her.

Alexander breathed a sigh of relief when he came out and discovered Pamilerin was asleep. The wine must have done a number on her like he planned. It was the only way to escape from consummating his marriage. The long call he had earlier was with his Doctor, he is in dial need of a way out, and he will find it. He just needed to find ways to get through this honeymoon without raising any suspicions, and if God answered his prayers, before their honeymoon would be life changing.

He can't remember the last time he prayed, since the death of his first wife. He does not even know how to start. He pulled on loose trousers, gazing at her sleeping form. He drew the bed cover over her body before sliding in beside her, careful not to wake her. Switching off the light. If miracle exists now is the time to have one.