[BL] A Marriage Ruled by Family, Saved by Desire-Chapter 25: Claimed With Touch and Toys

~Alistair’s POV~

I laughed, the heaviness of the night finally lifting, and broke away from his grip. I bolted for the stairs, my heart racing for an entirely different reason now.

"You have to catch me first!" I challenged, my silk robe fluttering behind me.

Alex let out a delighted shout, his heavy footsteps thundering on the stairs right behind me. I reached the bedroom door just a second before him and spun around, breathless and flushed. As he skidded to a halt, I reached out and fisted my hands in his open shirt, pulling him flush against me.

"Open it," I commanded, my voice dropping to a needy whisper.

Alex didn’t waste a heartbeat. He reached behind me, fumbling with the handle until the door swung open, and he surged forward, walking me backward into the room without breaking our frantic pace. We didn’t even make it to the light switch. Our mouths crashed together in a hungry, desperate kiss that tasted of reclaimed territory.

We stumbled toward the bed, collapsing onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs. I immediately shifted, sliding beneath him and spreading my legs wide to welcome him home. Alex settled heavily between my thighs, resting his weight on his forearms as he hovered over my chest, his eyes dark with a primal sort of worship.

"Don’t stop," I breathed, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "I want you to make me forget everything except how it feels to be yours. Use me, Alex. Mark me so deeply that even when you’re miles away, I can still feel you inside me."

My words reached him. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, desire burning unmistakably in his stare.

"I’m going to do more than mark you, Alis," he growled, his voice vibrating against my skin. "I’m going to make sure you’re so loud tonight the whole house knows exactly who owns you."

He sat up abruptly, his gaze locked on me as he reached for the brown box we had left on the bedside. He pulled out the sleek, vibrating devices we’d unboxed earlier, the moonlight catching the polished surfaces.

"I promised you a reminder," Alex murmured, his thumb clicking the remote until a low, powerful hum filled the air. "Let’s see how much of a mess I can make of my beautiful husband before the sun comes up."

My body tensed in anticipation as he brought the first toy toward me, my breath catching in a broken moan.

Alex didn’t rush; he savored the sight of me trembling beneath him. He pressed the vibrating tip against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, dragging it upward with agonizing slowness. I gasped, my hips instinctively jerking toward the sensation.

"Patience, baby," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "We have all night."

He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss while his hand moved the toy with expert precision. Every time I thought I was reaching a peak, he would pull back, changing the rhythm or the intensity, keeping me suspended in a state of breathless desperation.

"Alex, please," I whimpered against his lips, my fingers tangling in his hair. "I need... I need you."

"You have me," he growled, dropping the toy for a moment to strip away the last of our silk barriers. "You have all of me."

He reached into the box again and retrieved the weighted plug he’d used to tease me earlier. His touch was steady, gentle, but unmistakably sure, as he took his time preparing me. He reached for the lube and poured it over my entrance, his attention fixed on my reactions.

I caught the look in his eyes, fierce and unguarded, a blend of devotion and possessiveness that made my breath caught.

When he finally guided the toy inside with slow patience, the sensation sent a powerful shudder through my body, and a raw, unrestrained moan tore from my throat, echoing through the room.

"That’s it," Alex murmured, his thumb switching the remote to a pulsing rhythm that sent my vision swimming. "I’m claiming you, letting everyone know you belong to me. Whether it’s my cock or my toys, you’re mine, Alis."

The night became a blur of friction and fire. Alex used every tool at his disposal to worship my body, alternating between the high-tech toys and the raw, physical heat of his own skin. He was relentless, fulfilling his promise to "cover" every night he would be away.

After the toys were finally forgotten, abandoned on the floor, Alex turned me onto my stomach and drew me back against him.

He settled me into position, one hand securing my wrists behind me while the other anchored at my hip, holding me steady. When he thrust his cock deeper and filled me in one powerful motion, the force of it knocked the breath from my lungs, a broken moan tearing free as the sensation overwhelmed me.

"Fuck, baby... Yes!" I gasped, my forehead pressed into the damp pillow. The sensation was overwhelming, hitting every sensitive nerve the toys had only teased. "Fuck... Alex! Mmmgh!"

Alex didn’t slow down. He leaned over me, his sweat-slicked chest grinding against my back, his breath hitching in my ear. He was hitting me with slow, grounding thrusts that felt like they were reaching my very soul.

"Yes, baby... fuck! Ruin me," I whimpered, my voice breaking as he slammed into me with a rhythmic, bruising force. "Fuck my ass... deeper, Alex! Take all of me, baby!"

"You’re so tight, Alis," Alex groaned, his voice a low, guttural rasp of pure need. "You’re mine... only mine."

I reached one hand down to stroke myself, matching the frantic rhythm of his hips. The friction was perfect, the pressure inside me building into an unbearable tension. I could feel him trembling, his muscles coiling as he reached his limit.

"Go deeper! Don’t stop, baby! Please!" I screamed into the mattress, my back arching as the first waves of the climax began to take hold.

"I’m—I’m right there, baby! Fuuuuck!" Alex roared.

With one final, powerful lunge, he jacked forward, pinning me down as he hit his peak. I felt the hot, pulsing surge as he spilled every drop deep inside me, his body jolting with the force of it. At the same moment, I came hard, the friction of my own hand and his deep thrusts sending me over the edge. I cried out, my voice joining his in a tangled, breathless harmony of "Ahhh... yes! Oh god, that’s so good... Alex!"

We fell together in a breathless heap, the room filled only with our uneven gasps. Alex stayed buried inside me for a long moment, his weight heavy and comforting.

"I love you, Alis," he said hoarsely, the depth of his feeling making the words tremble. "Only you. Forever."

He kissed my shoulder, his lips lingering on my damp skin, before he finally pulled out and tucked me against his chest.

We were a mess of dampened sheets and racing heartbeats, but as he pulled the duvet over us, the outside world finally drifted out of reach. Sleep claimed us the moment our eyes closed, deep and dreamless.

The next morning, the soft, filtered light of the sun began to creep through the curtains. I stirred and reached out instinctively, only to find the space beside me empty. When I opened my eyes, my body still heavy from the night before, I saw Alex across the room.

He was already packing, completely absorbed in the task. His brow was furrowed as he folded a crisp white shirt and placed it neatly into his leather suitcase. He wasn’t leaving until tomorrow, yet waking up to the sight of the open bag on the luggage rack made the room feel suddenly colder. It was a quiet, unmistakable sign that our private bubble was already beginning to crack.

The moment he heard the rustle of the sheets, he looked up. A warm, soft smile instantly replaced his serious expression. He abandoned the suitcase, walking over to the edge of the bed to tower over me.

He leaned down, his scent, fresh soap, and that familiar, woody musk, enveloping me as he pressed a tender, lingering kiss to my forehead before finding my lips.

"Good morning, baby," he said softly.

I reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair to pull him just a little bit closer, wanting to keep him tethered to the bed for as long as possible. "Good morning, love," I answered quietly.

Alex chuckled, leaning down to nuzzle my nose. "Breakfast is ready, honey. Come on, time to get up. Take a quick shower, get dressed, and let’s go eat together."

I blinked up at him, a surprised smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. "Wait... did you prepare it?"

"I did," Alex said, a hint of pride touching his expression. He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Since I’m leaving tomorrow, I wanted to make your favorite breakfast. Think of it as a special meal from your favorite chef."

I felt a warm glow spread through my chest, chasing away the morning chill. "Thank you, love. You’re too good to me."

"You’re very welcome," he murmured, his thumb grazing my cheek.

I sat up, the duvet slipping to my waist, and met his gaze. "Babe, since I’m not traveling with you, I’ve decided I’ll go with you to the airport tomorrow."