After their wedding, they went straight to the airport. Vivianne had no idea that Beckett had already booked their tickets to Italy. They were in first class, with Vivianne looking out the window with a sulky expression.
“You can’t see anything there except the clouds,” Beckett remarked as he browsed through the selection of movies. He didn’t like movies, but he thought it might help pass the time during the flight.
“It’s fine, as long as I don’t have to see you,” Vivianne retorted before pouting.
Beckett paused his tapping on the small screen in front of him and looked at Vivianne. “Are you mad because I didn’t tell you that we’re going to Italy for our honeymoon?” he asked, his voice gauging the mood of the lady. “I thought you would like it.”
“I do, but…”
“But?” Beckett raised an eyebrow.
“The suitcase ended up on a different plane…” Vivianne trailed off, unsure of what to do. “There are important things in there.”
“Like what? Your wallet or other important files?” Beckett asked, but Vivianne just sighed. She neither confirmed nor denied it. “Don’t worry, I asked someone to bring your luggage here. It might be at our hotel by tomorrow. We have three days here anyway.”
Vivianne sighed and rubbed her face because she didn’t like what Beckett said. She knew they were staying in Italy for three days because Beckett had some business to attend to, and they also wanted to sightsee.
But she needed her suitcase today because she was sure they would do it later at night. It wasn’t their first time, but somehow, Vivianne wanted to make it special because it was their honeymoon.
That’s why even before their wedding, she bought lingerie, but she couldn’t use it because her suitcase ended up on a different plane.
Beckett assured her that nothing bad would happen to her things since he pulled some strings, but her plan wouldn’t push through.
“Vivianne Kaye,” Beckett called her by her full name, interrupting her thoughts. “What’s the real problem?”
Vivianne didn’t respond. She just frowned even more. She was about to return her gaze to the window, but before she could do so, Beckett immediately held her chin to meet their eyes.
Beckett sighed. “I can’t do anything about that suitcase because that plane is also flying with us. If I can only tell my people to stop that plane so I can give that luggage to you, I will. But other people will suffer.”
Vivianne pouted, but she understood what Beckett was saying. The passengers on the plane had their own agendas too.
Even if it was just a simple vacation or whatever, she had no right to disrupt it.
“Just tell me what’s the important thing inside that luggage, and we’ll buy it as soon as we go outside of this plane,” Beckett said, staring directly into Vivianne’s eyes. She could see the sincerity in his expression. “So, what is it?”
“Lingerie…” Vivianne could barely hear her own voice saying that.
“What?”
“Never mind. I won’t repeat it,” Vivianne replied, avoiding eye contact even though Beckett still held her chin.
She felt like sinking into the ground, especially as she felt Beckett’s gaze on her, even though she wasn’t looking back at him. She wasn’t sure if he heard her whisper.
But she confirmed that Beckett heard her when he suddenly let go of Vivianne’s chin and sat properly. He was just staring ahead, seemingly lost in thought.
Vivianne took the opportunity to move slightly away from Beckett, even though they were sitting side by side. Fortunately, Beckett didn’t say anything else after that.
However, she became concerned. Beckett was just staring to his left, so Vivianne couldn’t see his reaction.
“Are you okay?” Vivianne asked, concern evident in her tone. Her worry increased even more when she noticed that Beckett’s ears were turning red. “Why are your ears so red…”
Beckett turned to her, and Vivianne’s eyes widened when she saw that it wasn’t just Beckett’s ears that were red. His cheeks were as red as tomatoes, and he was biting his lip.
“A-Are you okay? Do you feel pain?” Vivianne asked, touching Beckett’s cheek to examine his entire face, but she almost recoiled when she felt the heat radiating from his skin.
She could barely move when Beckett suddenly shifted her hand to his lips, gently kissing the palm.
“You love torturing me, don’t you?” Beckett asked in a deep voice. “Stop doing this to me, baby…”
In an instant, Beckett’s lips were on her fingertips, gently sucking on them. He did the same to her other fingers.
Vivianne couldn’t move from shock and the strange warmth she felt spreading through her body. Beckett’s kisses on her hand seemed to send electric shocks through her.
“W-What are you doing?”
Vivianne tried to withdraw her hand from Beckett’s grasp, but he quickly held her hand against his pulse.
“Not so fast, baby,” Beckett grinned.
This time, he was licking her thumb, sending shivers down her spine… in anticipation. Vivianne gasped and briefly closed her eyes to savor the sensation.
‘Get a grip!’ Vivianne screamed in her mind, but it was futile because she was slowly succumbing to what Beckett was doing.
“Can you feel the sensation now? Are you having a hard time?” Beckett asked before lightly licking Vivianne’s palm. “Because that’s what you are doing to me after saying that you bought lingerie for our honeymoon.”
That’s when Vivianne suddenly realized. She remembered what she said to Beckett earlier, and realized that was the reason why Beckett’s face turned red earlier.
How could she have forgotten that embarrassment so quickly?
“I-I’ll take it back-”
Vivianne’s second attempt to withdraw her hand from Beckett’s grasp was interrupted when he placed her hand between his thighs.
“You feel this? See how hard I am now because of you?” Beckett asked seriously.
Vivianne’s face immediately turned tomato red when she felt Beckett’s hardness against her hand. It was pulsating and hot. She could feel it despite the fabric blocking it.
Vivianne was stunned for a few seconds before she finally snapped out of it.
“Beckett!” she exclaimed before pulling her hand away from him. It was no longer touching her pulse so he couldn’t stop her.
“Baby, you’re not helping me. You’re making it worse.”
Beckett chuckled, his manhood twitching, as if he enjoyed Vivianne calling his name.
“And stop looking at me like that, my dear wife. I’ve been trying to hold back,” he added, with a hint of pain in his voice.
Vivianne felt like sinking into the ground from embarrassment because of what her husband was saying.
Thankfully, they were in first class. Besides being few in number, each seat had barriers to provide them with some privacy.
Suddenly, Vivianne thought of mischief. She leaned closer to Beckett.
“Then… Why don’t you do something to me here?” she whispered in a seductive tone.
Beckett looked at her with desire, and Vivianne thought he was going to take action, but he only looked. Vivianne wasn’t sure if she should be disappointed or not.
‘Wait, why would I be disappointed? Stop it, Vivianne Kaye!’ Vivianne scolded herself in her mind.
“You moan loudly, and that’s the reason why I can’t take you here,” Beckett replied in a deep voice, prompting Vivianne to look at him.
“What?” Vivianne furrowed her brow.
“No one can hear your filthy moans and screams except me, baby. Because if someone hears it, I will kill them… And I don’t want to be a killer for that reason…”
Beckett’s tone was serious as he said that, and it felt like butterflies fluttered in Vivianne’s stomach upon hearing it.
And that feeling only intensified when Beckett’s hand brushed against her cheek, caressing her skin.
“You better be ready. Once we reach our hotel, you will not think of anything else aside from the pleasure I’m giving you… and you screaming for me to take you deeper.”