[BL] A Marriage Ruled by Family, Saved by Desire-Chapter 62: The Night He Claimed Me Again

~Alistair’s POV~

"Babe, look at me," Alex said quietly. "You have always been my first choice. You were never second place in this marriage."

He said. "Not to my mother. Not to anyone. The truth is... I thought I was protecting you by keeping the peace with her. I thought if I endured it, things would eventually settle."

He let out a bitter breath.

"But instead, I let you fight that battle alone. I didn’t realize how deeply it was hurting you," he said quietly. "Every time you told me you were uncomfortable, I thought patience would fix it. I didn’t see that my silence was slowly breaking your trust."

His thumb brushed gently over my cheek.

"And hearing you say you sometimes slept with me just so I would pay attention..." His voice cracked. "Alis, that broke me."

My hands trembled as I reached for his wrists.

"I never wanted that," he said quickly. "I never needed that to stay with you."

His forehead pressed more against mine. "You were already everything to me. And as for the sex... Alis, I want you because I love you, not because you’re performing for me. I want to hear your voice. I want to hear your complaints, your anger, and your joy. You don’t have to exhaust yourself to keep me. I’m not going anywhere."

He leaned in and kissed me softly.

"I love you, Alex," I whispered, my hands relaxing against his chest.

"I love you more, baby," Alex murmured, his voice a low vibration against my skin.

He slid his hands down, gripping my thighs as he guided me toward the center of the bed, the scattered rose petals shifting under our bodies.

"From now on," Alex said, you never have to do anything just to keep me. We move at your pace. If you want it, we’ll keep going until you’re satisfied. And if you don’t... then I’ll hold you. Okay?"

I could only nod, my breath hitching as he slowly slipped the towel from my waist, leaving me bare beneath his intense gaze. He bent down and kissed the top of my head.

"You don’t need to compete with anyone for my love," he murmured. "Not my mother. Not another woman. And never your own fears."

His lips migrated to my ear, his teeth grazing the lobe before he took it into his mouth, sucking gently.

The wet, rhythmic heat sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. "There is no one else for me, Alistair. There never has been." He moved to the sensitive column of my neck, planting deep, bruising kisses that claimed me as his own.

I buried my face into his shoulder, the heavy knot of anxiety finally dissolving, replaced by a thick, honeyed heat. "I’m sorry," I murmured against his skin. "I’m so sorry for everything."

Alex shook his head, his fingers sliding through my hair as he gently tilted my face up to meet his.

"No, baby," he said softly. "No more apologies for the past. From now on, we fix this together. We won’t let silence build walls between us again."

He looked at me with raw sincerity.

"Alistair, I’m so sorry," he said quietly. "I’m sorry I ever made you feel like you had to earn your place beside me... like you had to fight for space in your own home. Can you please forgive me for that?"

I didn’t think twice. I lifted my hand and cupped his face gently.

"Yes, baby. I forgive you," I said softly.

I swallowed, searching his eyes.

"But... have you forgiven me too? For doubting you... for running away?"

"I was never angry with you, Alis," he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly across my bottom lip. "I was only hurting... because you were."

He pulled me into a fierce embrace, holding me so tightly it felt as if he were trying to piece us back together. When he finally drew back, there was a different look in his eyes, darker, hungrier, yet softened by a deep tenderness.

"Now," he murmured, his hands sliding down to my hips, "I need to serve my husband. Not because you’re trying to keep me, and not because you’re afraid of losing me. But because you are mine, and I want to show you exactly what that means."

He captured my lips in a searing, desperate kiss. Our tongues tangled, tasting of needs and desire, as his fingers worked the buttons of his shirt. He stripped with a frantic grace, his eyes never leaving mine until we were skin-to-skin. The heat radiating between us was stifling.

Alex’s hands began a slow, possessive map of my body.

He kissed his way from my forehead down to my jaw, then back to my neck, his tongue swirling against my pulse point.

I let out a low moan, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back, pulling him closer until there wasn’t a breath of air between us.

As he reached my chest, he took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak while his thumb teased the other. I gasped, my back arching off the silk sheets, my head tossing from side to side.

"Alex... please," I whimpered.

He moved lower, his kisses trailing over my ribs to my navel, his breath hot against my stomach. He reached for the velvet box, his hand emerging with a sleek, silver vibrator.

He clicked it on, the low hum vibrating through the air. He didn’t press it down; he just teased the sensitive head of my cock with the humming tip, dancing around the edges until I was bucking beneath him.

"You like that, baby?" he rasped, watching my face settle into a mask of pure pleasure.

He reached for the bottle of lubricant, the cool liquid a sharp contrast to his warm hands.

He applied it liberally to my entrance, his fingers massaging the opening until I was soft and yielding.

Then, he picked up the weighted glass plug. "Deep breaths, Alis," he murmured. He pushed it in slowly, the smooth glass stretching me open, filling the ache I’d carried all week. I let out a long, broken moan, my hands clutching the bedsheets so hard the fabric groaned.

With the plug stretching me wide, Alex turned the vibrator back on, pressing it firmly against my cock while simultaneously pinning it against my abdomen.

The dual sensation, the fullness behind and the buzzing intensity in front, shattered my composure. I let out a loud, uninhibited cry, my hips jerking upward as I searched for friction.

"Look at me," Alex commanded, his voice a gravelly snap. I forced my eyes open, seeing the raw, predatory love in his gaze. He moved the vibrator from my cock to my nipple, the buzzing sensation sending white-hot sparks through my chest, and then he spread my legs even wider.

He leaned down, taking my cock fully into his mouth. The heat of his throat, combined with the rhythmic suction and the vibration on my chest, was too much. I squeezed my eyes shut, a string of incoherent, erotic pleas falling from my lips. "Alex... Fuck, right there... Daddy, please, don’t stop..."

The sound of my own voice, broken and begging for him, seemed to drive Alex into a frenzy. He used his tongue with wicked expertise, swirling and sucking against my sensitivity until I felt my bones turning to liquid against the rose-strewn sheets.

Desperate for the heat of his mouth elsewhere, I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him up to meet me. He let out a low growl, abandoning my cock only to capture my lips in a bruising, deep kiss. Even as our tongues clashed, he didn’t let my body rest; he gripped my cock with a firm, possessive hand, maintaining the friction that had me seeing stars.

He broke the kiss, his chest heaving as he reached for the lubricant again. He poured the slick, warm liquid over his own hardness and then over me, the scent of the oils filling the air.

With a gentle but firm tug, he removed the glass plug. The sudden absence left me feeling hollow and aching, a void I needed him to fill. He didn’t make me wait; he replaced the glass with two long, expert fingers, sliding them inside me with a slow, rhythmic push.

"Fuck, baby..." I rasped, my voice a jagged edge of desire.

I groaned, my head falling back against the pillows. The wet, rhythmic sound of his fingers working inside me, combined with the steady stroke of his hand on my cock, pushed me toward a cliff I was more than ready to fall off of. I was moaning loudly, my voice echoing in the suite, every nerve ending screaming for the real thing.

Just as I reached the edge of my release, Alex abruptly pulled his fingers out. I let out a cry of protest, my hips jerking upward in a desperate search for that missing friction, only to gasp as he positioned himself at my entrance.

He slid inside me inch by agonizing inch, the sheer size of him stretching me until I was certain I couldn’t take any more, and then he bottomed out with a heavy, visceral thud.

"Fuck!" I screamed, my toes curling into the silk.

Alex didn’t give me a second to adjust. He began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that hit every sensitive spot the plug had been prepping all night.

He leaned over me, his face a mask of primal hunger, his hand wrapping around my cock to keep perfect, punishing pace with his thrusts. Every time he bottomed out, he squeezed me, milking a low, broken whimper from my throat.

Three powerful, soul-shattering slams later...