CHAPTER 56: ABDUCTED BY AIRPLANE

{We have another SPICY (Oh so SPICY) episode with Vanessa and Nathan finally able to enjoy their actual wedding night. Woot!}

VANESSA BELMONT JANG

I should have known something was up when Nathan insisted on blindfolding me after dinner.

"Trust me," he’d said, in that infuriatingly smooth voice of his—the one that made me want to both slap him and kiss him at the same time.

I, of course, had scoffed. "If this is some weird billionaire roleplay where you’re going to ’kidnap’ me, I swear to God, Nathan—"

"Would you relax?" He’d laughed, sliding the silk scarf over my eyes. "It’s not kidnapping if you’re legally my wife."

"That’s exactly what a kidnapper would say."

But here I was, blindfolded, being led—somewhere—by my ridiculously tall, ridiculously handsome husband, who had the audacity to smell like expensive cologne and sin. I could hear the distant hum of an engine, the crisp night air biting at my exposed arms. Then—steps. Metal ones.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

The scarf came off, and sure enough, I was standing inside a private jet. But not just any jet—this thing was obscene. Plush cream carpets, gold accents, a chandelier (because of course), and—oh, you absolute bastard—a heart-shaped hot tub in the middle of the cabin.

I turned slowly to face Nathan, who was leaning against the wet bar, smirking like he’d just won the lottery.

"What," I said, "is this?"

He poured two glasses of champagne, handing one to me. "Our wedding night."

"On a plane."

"Yes. We’ll be in the sky away from any drama that might occur in the old house."

I took a long sip of champagne. "Airborne hedonism. I can work with that."

Nathan set down his glass, stepping closer. "Vanessa," he murmured, tracing a finger down my arm. "I love you."

"You do, don’t you?"

"Yes. I’m sorry it took so long for me to figure out my own heart. Fiona--"

"Nope," I said, putting my fingers against his mouth. "We don’t talk about Fiona."

The moment his lips met mine, the world around us seemed to fade into a hushed whisper. His kiss was tender, sweet, and made my pulse quicken. I could feel my heart pounding wildly in my chest. Every breath I took was laced with the scent of him—familiar, intoxicating—and for that fleeting, perfect moment, nothing else existed but the two of us.

"So what’s the plan, then?" I asked, trying (and failing) to sound unaffected by his body pressed against mine. "We just... fly around in your sky-palace until I finally let you have your way with me?"

He grinned. "Pretty much."

"And if I say no?"

"Then I have a very patient pilot."

The jet’s engines roared to life, and I stumbled slightly—right into Nathan’s chest. His arms wrapped around me, steadying. "No escaping now, Mrs. Jang."

"Wasn’t planning on it," I said. "I’m all for joining the mile-high club."

He kissed me, slow and deep, like we had all the time in the world. And maybe we did—up here, above the clouds, with nothing but champagne and love and a heart-shaped hot tub.

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NATHAN JANG

Vanessa stood next to the bed, one foot planted on the floor, the other on the mattress. A manicured hand wrapped around her hip, her shoulders thrust back, giving me a spectacular view of her cleavage. Half-siren, half-sex kitten—and damn if it wasn’t the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed in person.

My heart stuttered, then kicked into overdrive. My temperature spiked like I’d been shoved into an oven. Her. Vanessa. My wife. The woman in white lace instead of a white pant suit, in nothing instead of everything. Thank you, God. Thank you.

The negligee hid absolutely nothing. Beneath it, my gaze devoured her—the barest scrap of lace pretending to be a bra, the sinful little thong that might as well have been a thought rather than actual fabric. Her skin was sun-kissed, glowing in the dim light like she’d been dipped in honey.

I licked my suddenly dry lips. Couldn’t tear my eyes away from her legs. Pearlescent white toenails. Sleek, toned calves. Pretty knees—who knew knees could be pretty? And her thighs... oh holy hell. That wisp of lace did nothing to hide the neatly trimmed blonde curls beneath, the pink flesh barely concealed. A bead of sweat rolled down my temple. I wanted to taste her. Now.

"N-nice thong," I choked out.

My heart hammered in my chest as I took in the sight before me—Vanessa, my wife, my soulmate, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, sitting at the center of our bed. Her lips curved into a playful smirk, yet her eyes burned with something deeper—desire, trust, love.

Lust.

She’s breathtaking.

All coherent thought fled as blood surged south, leaving me dizzy with aching need. I was her husband now, and the realization sent a possessive thrill through me. This woman—my woman—was showing off for me, and I had no intention of keeping her waiting a second longer.

I stripped quickly, my fingers fumbling in my haste, before joining her on the bed. The mattress dipped beneath my weight as I pulled her into my arms, her negligee slipping away like a whisper.

Finally, skin against skin.

Her breath hitched as I traced my fingers along her collarbone, down the slope of her breast. She arched into my touch, her body already humming with anticipation.

"You’re finally my wife—bold, beautiful, and entirely mine to worship tonight."

I rolled her onto her back and trailed my lips down her body—over the swell of her breasts, the dip of her navel—until I reached the delicate lace between her thighs. A soft moan escaped her as I pressed my mouth to the fabric.

Her hips lifted in silent encouragement.

I kissed the inside of her thigh, pausing when a faint sweetness lingered on my lips. Curious, I traced my tongue along her skin, tasting honey and something uniquely her.

"You’re delicious," I murmured against her.

"Honey dust," she admitted breathlessly.

Ah. That explained the golden shimmer I’d admired earlier. Now, it was an invitation—one I gladly accepted. I feasted on her, worshiping every inch of her body, my own need growing unbearable. My arousal strained against my stomach, demanding attention, but I refused to rush. Not when she was spread before me like a banquet.

With trembling fingers, I peeled away the last barrier between us, discarding the lace with reverence. Then, with agonizing slowness, I tasted her properly.

She arched off the bed with a cry, her fingers twisting in my hair. I groaned against her, intoxicated by her response, by the way her body trembled beneath my mouth.

I teased her with my tongue until her back bowed, until her thighs clenched around my head. And then—

She shattered.

Her cry filled the room as she came undone, her body trembling beneath my hands. I held her through it, savoring every pulse, every shudder, until she collapsed against the sheets, boneless and breathless.

I kissed my way up her body, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts, reveling in the way her breath hitched when I took a nipple between my lips.

"Nathan," she whimpered, her fingers skating down my chest, lower, until—

God.

Her touch was electric, her fingers wrapping around me with just the right pressure. I groaned, my hips jerking instinctively.

"You’re perfect," I rasped, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. "Every inch of you."

She smiled against my lips, her hand stroking me slowly, maddeningly. "Then take me," she whispered.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

In one fluid motion, I settled between her thighs, my body covering hers. Our eyes locked as I pushed inside, her tight heat enveloping me in bliss.

She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as I filled her completely. I stilled, letting us both adjust. The silky feel of her clenching me made me groan.

"You feel..." Her voice broke as she arched beneath me. "Incredible."

I kissed her deeply before moving, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I lost myself in her—in the way her breath hitched with every thrust, in the way her body welcomed me, in the way she whispered my name like a prayer.

"Vanessa," I groaned, my forehead pressed to hers. "Look at me."

Her eyes fluttered open, dark with desire, and the love I saw there undid me.

I rolled us over, letting her take control. She rose above me, her body glowing in the low light.

"You’re so beautiful," I breathed, gripping her hips as she moved.

She leaned down. "And you’re mine."

Yes.

Pleasure coiled tight in my gut, threatening to break. I gritted my teeth, fighting for control, but when she clenched around me—

"Vanessa."

My release crashed over me, pulling her under with me. She collapsed against my chest, her body still trembling, her heartbeat racing against mine.

I held her close, pressing kisses to her hair, her shoulders, anywhere I could reach.

No words were needed.

Tonight—and every night after—she was mine.

And I was hers.