Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Finally, I felt the vehicle come to a stop. Gamma helped me out, his strong hands steadying me. I could feel grass beneath my feet, hear the gentle lapping of water nearby.
Gamma’s hands removed the blindfold. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I gasped in wonder at the sight before me.
We stood on the shores of a beautiful lake, its crystal-clear waters reflecting the late afternoon sun like a mirror. The shoreline curved gently, dotted with majestic trees whose branches swayed in the warm breeze. And there, nestled among the trees, stood the most magnificent house I had ever seen.
It was a grand Victorian-style manor, its white clapboard siding gleaming in the sunlight. Intricate gingerbread trim adorned the eaves and wraparound porch, giving it a fairytale quality. Tall windows sparkled, promising breathtaking views of the lake from within. A tower rose from one corner, topped with a delicate wrought-iron weathervane.
“Gamma,” I breathed, my eyes wide with wonder. “What is this place?”
His deep chuckle rumbled through me as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. “This, my darling Tessara, is our new home.”
I turned to face him, shock and delight warring for dominance on my face. “Our home? But… how? When?”
“I’ve been planning this for some time,” he explained, his blue eyes twinkling with joy. “I wanted us to have a place of our own, away from the bustle of the city. Somewhere we could build our life together.”
Tears of happiness welled in my eyes as I took in the magnificent house once more. “It’s perfect,” I whispered. “Absolutely perfect.”
Gamma took my hand, leading me toward the house. As we walked, I noticed other details—a boathouse nestled on the shore, a meticulously tended garden bursting with colorful blooms, a quaint gazebo overlooking the water.
“I know I promised to show you the galaxy,” Gamma said as we climbed the porch steps. “And I still intend to. But first, I thought we might spend some time here on Prosperia. Just us.”
I gazed up into Gamma’s deep blue eyes, feeling our connection deepen. Without words, our thoughts began to meld and intertwine. I sensed his profound love and devotion washing over me like warm waves. His joy at finally having me as his wife radiated through our bond.
Gamma’s emotions flowed into me—his fierce protectiveness, his pride in how far I’d come, his eager anticipation for our future together. I felt the depth of his desire, a primal hunger that made me tremble. Yet underlying it all was a tender affection that brought tears to my eyes.
In return, I opened myself fully to him, letting him experience the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. My gratitude for his patience and guidance. The lingering nervousness about my new role as his wife. The giddy excitement of starting our life together in this beautiful home. And beneath it all, a deep, abiding love that took my breath away.
We stood there on the porch, lost in each other’s gaze, communicating volumes without uttering a word. I felt Gamma’s consciousness caress my own, soothing away my anxieties. His steadfast strength bolstered my confidence. His unwavering belief in me made me feel invincible.
As our connection deepened, I became acutely aware of Gamma’s body. I felt the heat radiating from his skin, sensed the quickening of his pulse. His desire kindled an answering need within me. My breath caught as I experienced the effect my presence had on him—the tightening in his groin, the hunger building in his core.
Suddenly, I felt a familiar tingle between my thighs as my governor activated. At the same moment, an alarm chimed from Gamma’s handheld device. My cheeks flamed with heat as I realized my new husband would know exactly how hot and bothered he could get me.
I ducked my head, mortified despite the intimacy we’d just shared. It seemed absurd to feel embarrassed about being needy on my wedding day, especially after everything we’d experienced together. Yet old habits died hard, and all the feelings of shame the Vionians had instilled didn’t vanish overnight.
Gamma’s gentle chuckle rumbled through me as he tilted my chin up. His eyes sparkled with affection. I knew he could sense my conflicted emotions—the desire warring with lingering shame.
“My sweet, blushing bride,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Never be ashamed of your need for me. Your desire is a gift, one I’ll treasure always.”
His words soothed my embarrassment, replacing it with a surge of love and gratitude. I stretched up on my toes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Gamma growled low in his throat, his arms tightening around me.
Again the fire between my legs tried to rise, and again the chime of Gamma’s handheld made me blush. Smiling, he stepped back, reached into his pocket and withdrew his handheld device. He held it up for me to see, his eyes twinkling with amusement and desire. The screen glowed a deep, vibrant purple—the highest possible alert level.