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When I woke up the next morning with Naomi still in my arms, my heart swelled.

Still asleep, she nestled into me, seeking out my warmth, and I held her softness against my body, not wanting to let go.

The scent of her shampoo still lingered, an intoxicating mix of citrus and vanilla and something mysterious.

I breathed in deeply, wanting to remember every detail of this moment forever.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. My wife.

The word echoed in my mind like a prayer, full of reverence and possession. She was mine now, in every way that mattered—bound to me by the laws of Pacifica and by the heat of our bodies entwined through the night.

My gaze drifted lower, settling on her flat belly. A primal, feral thought coursed through me, making my blood thrum hot and heavy in my veins. Soon, it wouldn’t be flat anymore. Soon, her body would swell with my child, her belly round and full, a visible claim that no one could deny.

I imagined her carrying my seed, the proof of our bond growing inside her. She’d be radiant, glowing with life, her hips curving more beautifully to support the weight of our future. The thought of her like that—nurturing the product of our love and lust—stirred something deep and possessive in me.

I reached out to smooth my hand over her stomach. My palm spread wide, claiming her even in sleep. I leaned down, brushing my lips across her forehead.

“You’ll give me everything, Naomi," I whispered, my voice rough with conviction. "My wife, my love, the mother of my children. I’ll fill you again and again until the world sees exactly who you belong to.”

As if she heard me, a soft sigh escaped her lips, and she nestled closer to me. I tightened my hold, my thoughts lingering on the future—on her growing belly, on the life we’d create together, and on how utterly and completely mine she’d be.

She stirred a little, stretching against me and pressing her sweet bottom against my groin. Immediately, my cock hardened and my balls squeezed tight with heady arousal.

“Good morning, husband,” she whispered.

“Good morning, my beautiful bride,” I answered.

“I can’t believe I’m here in your home in your bed as your wife,” she breathed, her voice wavering. She turned in my arms to face me, sleepy eyes blinking, hands fanned over my chest.

“This is only the beginning, my love.”

I grasped her chin gently, pulling her into a soft kiss. Her cheeks were prettily flushed. I drifted my thumb across the curve of her face, feeling her soft warmth with the pad of my finger.

So beautiful. So entirely mine .

“Today, I’m taking you somewhere special.” I stated.

“Where?” she asked curiously.

“It’s time for our honeymoon, my sweet wife.”

That afternoon, I led Naomi onto a chartered plane that flew out across the Pacific to a small group of islands set aside by the government of Pacifica just for couples celebrating their marriage, both for honeymoons and anniversaries.

There were several different locations to choose from -forests, mountains, valleys- but I thought Naomi might enjoy the beach the most, especially after seeing the way she’d been mesmerized by the view of the ocean from my home.

The blissful smile that painted her face when we arrived was worth every single penny. We had an entire cabana to ourselves with a truly breathtaking view of the waves rolling onto the beach.

I didn’t let her wear clothes the entire time we were there.

We spent seven blissful days on the island.

I took her in every single room of that cabana, on the beach, and even in the ocean.

By the time we flew out of there, her poor little pussy was overly sensitive to even the slightest touch.

I made her come for me on the plane anyway.

Her pained cries of pleasure were music to my ears.

Over the next several weeks, we settled into our new lives.

I resumed my job as acquisitions director.

After a lucrative offer from the president’s office, she began work as the acquisition’s coordinator, with a specialization in collecting information from old world materials.

Her new position held more power than her old one had, with the added bonus of being able to catalogue every source to the fullest. There was no need to hide anything here.

The absolute joy on her face when she first walked into one of our collection rooms was a treat that I would savor for the rest of my life.

She excelled at her new job, as I’d known she would. I was so proud of her, and I made sure to tell her that every morning when I woke her up with a mug of freshly brewed coffee and a kiss.

A few weeks later, I was called away on another expedition. There was circumstantial evidence that hinted that another fusion reactor might still be intact somewhere in the southeast of the former USA and I had the knowledge and expertise to find it.

I was supposed to be gone for about two weeks, but when my comm rang and Naomi’s name flashed across the screen, my trip was cut a little short.