Collecting her in his brawny arms, her flowing majestic gown spread all around her, he carried her inside, the full-on bridal style. A hearty giggle left Aselia as she crooked her arms around his sturdy neck. Her dangling feet shuffled in playfulness. His face radiated with glee at her antics, her sonorous laughter was the calming music to his ears.

The insides of the dome-shaped structure were as pristine as they had imagined it to be. There was an open space which led to a bedroom, a small kitchen-like space and a wash area. Xiran carried her to the immaculate bedroom, an aura of flawless elegance enveloped the space. A luxurious white bedding, invitingly arranged with layers of plush pillows and delicate lace-edged sheets welcomed them.

Above the bedding intricate tapestries with captivating designs and beads gracefully hung framing the scene with an artistic touch. The tapestries’ patterns mirrored the delicate lacework of the bedding, creating a harmonious visual symphony.

The overall ambience exuded a romantic touch, contributing to an enchanting and inviting atmosphere for them to reside in. To fulfil the ultimate desires of their hearts, behind elegant tapestries.

Aselia wriggled out of his hold and rushed to the ceiling-length window. Placing her hands and the tip of her nose on the cold surface she scanned the outside world. A soft silvery glow of the night moon filtered through and illuminated her. They were so high up that there was no soul in sight.

"No one can peer inside, it’s like the one-way glass we have on Altair," Xiran reassured her as his heavy footsteps thudded and he halted a few inches away. Her delectable scent propelled him to indulge in heated acts he had only dreamt about.

Taking a deep sniff of the gold curtain that cascaded to her slim waist, Xiran slowly reached out and brushed it aside, revealing to his ravenous eyes the bronzed flesh of her back, where her gown had been bound by a single silky ribbon.

The silvery mist spread like wisps of darkened desires inside his globes as he reached out and traced the tips of his artistic fingers, making the nape of her neck his starting point. The pads of his fingers slid down, the ribbon interrupted the path they were taking, and a frown deepened amidst his brows. He deftly grabbed the ends of the ribbon and pulled it, it unfurled and her whole back was laid bare for him to feast upon.

Aselia’s gown sensually slipped off her shoulders making her pivot on her heels to face him, her turquoise oceans coyly blinked at him.

"Not so fast," her gown hung loosely from the shoulders, the upper swells of her breasts peeking out, inviting him to sinfully gorge on them.

Confidently striding forward she reached him and held the lapels of his fancy upper gown. Tips of her thumbs gently stroked it as she sweetly uttered:

"I am going to strip you down, Xiran and then I want you to lay down and watch me do the same to myself. Can you do that?" her breath came out in hot pants and Xiran could sense his manhood straining in his underclothings. He couldn’t believe his ears. Was she the same Leia, who got offended when he asked her to do it for him?

He bobbed his head so fast that Aselia couldn’t help but snicker at his reaction. Her fingers clutched his coat and she pulled it down, ridding him of it.

"You were the epitome of perfection in this garb, and your image is going to remain etched in my brain forever," she sultrily spoke as her fingers fumbled with his buttons, unfastening them one by one. Her supple lips placed a sumptuous kiss every time a button would open revealing his flesh to her wanton eyes.

Xiran clutched his hands in tight fists, arresting them to his sides, nipping the urge to touch her as she continued her sweet onslaught on his muscled torso. A mewl almost escaped him when her coarse tongue lapped over his taut bud. Hungry wet kisses she trailed all over his bare skin.

She had rid him of his top apparel and hurled it to the side, leaving him in a single white loose-fitting pants, which were held by a rope-like belt. The Elven girl kneeled in front of him, her gown delicately dangled, a little push and it would slip down.

She lifted her head to gawk at his reaction and he was observing her with his starved eyes, a sly smirk she offered him before forcefully yanking at his belt, unravelling it so his loose trousers plummeted to the ground, leaving him starkly raw for her.

A low bashed gasp left Aselia’s parted petal-like lips as her hesitant gaze viewed what had always been veiled from her.

His mammoth-sized upright member was staring her in the face, the massively swollen girth revealing to her the effect she had on him, begging to be released. The pointed tips of her ears sanguined as she couldn’t help but ogle at his aroused manhood.

Xiran had to bite his lower lip to not chortle at her reaction to seeing him in his full glory.

Reluctantly but hungrily her gaze drank him in and savoured every detail of his form. Beginning at his attractive feet, which possessed an aesthetic allure that momentarily held her attention. Her eyes travelled upward, they encountered his lean, yet undeniably muscular legs, evoking a sense of strength and athleticism.

Moving along, her gaze fixed upon his intimate part, where a grandiose member rested, commanding a certain presence that was impossible to ignore. From there, her attention shifted to the impeccably shaped Adonis belt.

Continuing on her journey of exploring every ridge and dip of his body her eyes travelled upward once more, caressing the sinewy contours of his lean muscled chest. Each ripple and curve seemed to have been crafted with attention. Finally, her eyes settled on his arms, rigorously firm and powerfully built to hold her close.

With each detail she absorbed, her reluctance gave way to an insatiable curiosity, captivated by the intricate mosaic of his physical presence and she couldn’t help but be mesmerised by it.

"Are you satisfied with what you see? My lovely bride," he unabashedly teased.

"For saying it out aloud, it’s undoubtedly bigger than I had imagined it to be and of course just like every other part of you, it’s perfect," Aselia shyly answered, extending her enshrouded hands to hold it in them.

"No, Leia! I won’t last long, I am barely holding onto myself and I don’t want to soil your gloves and dress, so let’s get you out of them first," he hoisted her up without letting her touch him and she nodded.

"I got you a gift, Xiran. When you proposed I had no clue you would be doing that so I wasn’t prepared and we are not on Altair so I couldn’t just go shopping. But I wanted to offer you something special," Aselia extracted the small pouch from the folds of her dress and handed it over to a perplexed Xiran.

"You didn’t have to, my sweet girl," he loosened the pouch and emptied its contents on his large outstretched hand.

A silver pendant featuring a mesmerizing galaxy-themed gemstone at its centre, with a captivating blend of purples, pinks and blues that swirled together like a cosmic dance inside it.

The gemstone’s shades evoked the enchanting hues of far-off galaxies. Sitting on top of this ethereal gem was a delicate silver wing, meticulously crafted in the shape of an angelic wing, adding a touch of elegance to the pendant’s design, holding a turquoise pearl in its grasp.

The wing seemed to extend over the gemstone, symbolizing a connection between the celestial and him. The combination of the vibrant gemstone and the intricate silver wing created a truly enchanting and unique sense of bonding. It represented his newly found powers.

Xiran stood there speechless, too stunned and lost in the beauty of what he held in his hand and the deeper meanings it held.

"The pearl is my lovely bride I assume? The wing is me and the stone is the vast universe we can roam once I get the hang of my powers," he astonishedly inquired, his dreamy eyes still lingering on the pendant he held in his hand.

"Yes, do you like it?" Aselia’s expectant eyes roamed his stumped face as he slowly lifted his gorgeous eyes and intimately beheld hers.

"I love it and will always cherish it with all my heart, thank you," his voice was clouded with his emotions and Aselia leaned close and embraced his uncovered self. Her heart welled with satisfaction as he embraced her back.

"Let me put it on you," she gently suggested and Xiran planted a feathery kiss on her golden tresses, showing his affection for her as he handed her the pendant.

Aselia escaped his embrace and skidded to his backside before putting the pendant around his neck and fastening the lock. The gemstone snuggly settled on his chest and shone with the eternal love she had bestowed upon him.

His hand lifted and pressed the pendant to his skin, feeling it, owning it and loving it. Aselia’s hands rubbed his back as she flirtatiously suggested:

"Go lie down on the bedding and enjoy the show I am about to put on for you."

(Picture of Xiran’s pendant is in the comments. Specifically designed by me, hope you guys like it)