When the deadbolt clicked, Aleksander left the corridor and went to the next suite, where he was stationed, to prepare for the next day. He was still experiencing that thrill in his body from all the kissing. After waiting so long for Izabella, he couldn't believe that in less than 24 hours, they would be sharing a bed as husband and wife officially with her father's blessing. If he allowed himself to give in to his yearning, that is. He hoped the matter he discussed with her father the day before he proposed was correct. He asked Dr. Jansen's opinion on the blood sample he had given him. If he claimed Izabella, he wanted to ensure his blood wouldn't endanger her. Contrary to what happened to Dax, a woman passed away after they made sexual contact. He still did not understand since Dax declined to have his blood examined. As soon as he walked into the suite, he noticed the living room, where all the men had opted to spend the night before the wedding. He left the entrance and telep
She changed into her outfit an hour later, which included a full-body skirt and a deep V-neck bodice with exquisite details. Waiting at the rooftop garden's entrance with her father in her wedding gown, Izabella tried not to worry about bad omens as her dreams kept coming to mind. Instead, she focused on the grand arrangement of the setting, especially the aisle she would be walking through, surrounded by white orchids. It was an excellent day. She could probably see any passing spacecraft since the sky was so brilliant if there was even one! Ugh. On my wedding day, I thought of the insane notion of the galaxy, Izabella mused. She and her Aleksander would tie the knot in front of their family and a few nearby acquaintances in seconds. Then came her mind's egotism and irrational thoughts. She prayed that the peace she felt in the man's company would endure. She felt her father's hand gently caressing her hand. She glanced at her father's profile. He returned her sight with a smile.
Aleksander also scowled at the woman. He had no choice but to wait till the crowd's outrage abated. However, he was confident that he didn't need to be concerned because, besides the uniformed men serving as an official bodyguards, some of his people were protecting the area outside that entrance while dressing in covert manners and posing as bystanders or whatever else they could think of. In case a pack of wolves attacked the ceremony as it was taking place, he was prepared. They were giving the creep excessive authority. After straightening her shoulders, Izabella looked back to Aleksander and smiled her friendliest smile. The officiant prepared for the ceremony with his two-altar server. "We're here today, dearly beloved, to celebrate the union of two of our favorites, Aleksander Carlo Georgiou and Izabella Crystal Jansen." Izabella gripped Aleksander's hands firmly. Aleksander glanced at her, and then she felt his hand take hold of hers. Aleksander and Izabella exchanged long
Aleksander and Izabella were standing together with hands clasped. They were constantly beaming at one another. "You chained me publicly, eh, at last?" She scowled at him, "What?" "Shouldn't it be reversed?" Aleksander erupted in laughter. "Until the very last minute, you're hard to get, baby, but it's worth it." He had graciously pardoned her for focusing on anything else because she was incredibly appreciative. She knew he would inquire about her delay in asserting her claim to him later. Brigitte waved at the photographer, "We need the wedding party to gather for pictures. We've placed flip-flops in your wedding favor bags. Please meet up at the center of the pavilion. The guests can go down to the long table celebration." Aleksander and Izabella were showered with birdseed as they left the altar by the wedding planner Brigitte, who distributed seed packets and instructed the congregation to where they might stand. As the harpist played the recessional song, "Marriage amour,"
Izabella turned her attention to the man she married and the woman he called "Karylla," his lost royal bride, as they both looked at each other in shock. They each saw the other's emotions of shock. Then Aleksander and Izabella were transfixed, mouths open, frozen to the spot. The air in Izabella's chest felt like it may burst. What irony that the alien couple finally got along on their wedding day. Her chest was tight with too much feeling she couldn't comprehend, and she wanted to disappear from the spectacle before her. "Hey, Jerry. Dance with me," Izabella said, breaking the silence between them as they stood opposite. "You're on, sweetie," Jeremy said as he clasped his stepsister's hand. "Please excuse us. Our apologies." From looking at the woman he had been searching for so long, Aleksander turned to where Izabella was heading. His eyes followed her movement, and his profile hardened when he noticed she pulled Jeremy's hand to the dance floor. He met Karylla's gaze as he tu
Izabella was concerned about her surroundings. She was still thinking about the interplanetary couple's reunion. She would sigh once more and pause to gaze out the window. Despite her worn-out body and mind, the wave of lethargy was too much as the night grew darker. She understood how much she genuinely loved the alien who became her husband in those instants. But he was departing just as she was sure of her love for him. When he returned to space with his royal wife, he would vanish, and she would never see him again. And she let out another deep sigh off the air because of her tight chest. The room is silent as I sit on the edge of my bed, fussing with my hair in anger. I'm now at a loss for what to do. Should I take a shower or sit on the floor to cool off? Or shall I yell and wail till only fatigue remains? Izabella was becoming irritated as she pondered these things. She wanted to forget it all, but thoughts of what had happened between Aleksander and his princess's wife kept
Izabella woke up to that tilting sensation from her chest to the delicate part of her body. She groaningly called him "Aleks." "I'm glad you're back, baby." Aleksander was unable to speak as he stared back at her. He looked at the evident desire written on her face as he started taking off his clothes mingled with hers on the floor. Her face was on the flame when he caught her looking at his erect shaft. "Are you sure that fits me?" She asked shyly. "Anything is possible, babe," he replied. His finger traced the shape of her lips. He was having these racing thoughts as they looked at each other in silent understanding. "I love the way you look at me. How you whimpered and writhe helplessly touched the core of my need blended with yours. And I want to brand you as you belong to me after tonight..." "Branding? How?" "Sipping a droplet of blood from your neck to bond with me so whenever you are, I can find you easily..." "Oh. That's great to know. And me?" She asked with those
"Baby, we're just starting. Now is not the time to discuss separating. This is the moment of our union as husband and wife." Aleksander enigmatically remarked when he noticed the sign of blood on the mattress. "Come, I'll bath you..." "Can it wait? I'm already tired, Aleks...." Her eyes were begging. "Just a quick one, babe..." he insisted. As he scooped her in his arms, they vanished and could be seen in the shower room as he washed her. Izabella became wide awake when she felt the hot water cascading over her nudity. When Aleksander washed, she couldn't help moaning, especially as the sponge touched her sensitive part. "Did I hear you say, tired?" He mocked her as he started cleaning himself as well. And she pinched his tummy, followed by her tiny giggles. "Ah, Iza. He embraced her, grinned, and said, "You're like a box full of surprises," but then he paused and stared at her like he was in a trance. "What?" Izabella asked when he was staring at her for a few minutes. To answ