[BL] A Marriage Ruled by Family, Saved by Desire-Chapter 63: Obsessed With Me Forever

~Alistair’s POV~

He leaned over me, his face a mask of primal hunger, his hand wrapping around my cock to keep a 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, I was on the jagged edge of shattering. My hips were bucking, my eyes rolling back, but just as I reached the peak, Alex abruptly pulled out.

Before I could even protest the loss of his heat, he was between my legs, his mouth replacing his hand. He took me deep into his throat in one fluid motion, the suction so intense it made my toes curl into the silk.

"Babe... fuck, yes!" I screamed, my fingers tangling desperately in his hair. I couldn’t help myself; I pinned his head, my hips taking over as I fucked the back of his throat, seeking that final friction. "Fuck... yes... yes!"

Alex stayed perfectly still, taking every inch of me as my body began to vibrate with the coming storm.

I hit his throat hard, faster, and with one final, powerful thrust, I broke.

I came hard, a hot, frantic surge I hit the back of his throat again and again.

Alex didn’t pull away; he held me there, letting me jack until the very last drop was spent, my pulse pounding as the orgasm racked my entire frame.

When the tremors finally began to subside, Alex pulled back, his lips slick with my release. He leaned up and kissed me deeply, sharing the taste of my own climax with me in a messy, possessive claim. But he wasn’t done. The heat in his eyes told me it was only just the beginning.

He moved back down to my entrance, the friction of his damp skin against mine sending a fresh wave of heat through me. He slid back inside, the slick fullness of him stretching me until I let out a long, needy moan.

"Yes... baby, please," I gasped, my fingers digging into the silk.

Alex didn’t just stay there. He gripped my ankles, hoisting my legs up until they were draped over his broad shoulders, a position that exposed every inch of me to him.

He tilted his hips, driving deep, so deep I felt it in my chest, and began a slow, agonizing roll. He was searching, angling his weight until he found that one sensitive spot, and when he hit it, my vision went blurry.

"Yes, baby, please... fuck me," I moaned, my voice a broken whisper.

The slow roll vanished, replaced by a steady, rhythmic slam. With my legs pinned to his shoulders, he had total access, and he used it to drive into me with a relentless, punishing speed. Every thrust was a heavy, wet thud of skin against skin.

I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down to bridge the distance. "Yes... Yes, baby, just like that. Go deeper... fuck me, please!"

Alex growled, his hands sliding from my ankles to my thighs, gripping me so hard he left marks as he lunged forward. "Fuck, you’re so tight, Alis," he rasped, his breath hot against my ear.

I gripped the back of his head, pulling his face toward mine, my hips bucking desperately to meet every strike. "Go faster, Alex. Please, go faster!"

He didn’t need to be told twice. He braced his palms against the mattress on either side of my head, his muscles coiling and snapping as he began to slam me with everything he had.

He was jerking into it now, his entire body weight behind every powerful, bone-deep thrust. I moved my hips in a frantic, messy rhythm to match him, my moans turning into raw, uninhibited cries.

"You’re so sweet, baby," Alex groaned, his eyes fixed on mine with a look of pure adoration and filth. "I only ever want to be here, inside you. You’re so fucking beautiful, baby."

I gripped his waist, pulling him even closer as a silent, desperate thank you. "Fuck... Alex!"

He slowed down for a fraction of a second, his chest heaving, his face a mask of primal intensity. "How much do you love me?" he demanded, his voice a gravelly command.

"More than I can put into words," I murmured, my heart overflowing. "More than anything."

A dark, triumphant smile broke across his face. He slammed inside me one more time—a staggering, soul-deep thrust—and his entire body went rigid. "Baby... I’m close. I’m right there."

His pace became frantic, a desperate, final chase. I felt the muscles in his thighs trembling against mine as he lunged again and again, his breath coming in jagged, guttural hitches.

He was bottoming out with every strike, driving himself into me with the kind of raw force that only comes at the end. With one final, devastatingly deep thrust, his body seized. I felt the hot, pulsing rush of him filling me, every drop sealing the promises we’d made.

His legs gave out, trembling violently as he emptied himself deep inside me. I let out a long, broken moan, my fingers curling into his hair. "Yes, baby... my husband... You feel so good," I whimpered, the sweetness of the moment almost too much for me to bear.

Alex was breathing hard, his chest heaving against mine as he let out a guttural groan. "Fuck, Alis... You’re so perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with the remnants of his release.

We stayed like that for a long moment, tangled in a messy, heated embrace, the air between us heavy with the scent of our love.

He collapsed against me, his heavy weight a grounding comfort I never wanted to lose. He didn’t pull out; he stayed buried deep inside me, our hearts hammering a frantic, matching rhythm against each other as he captured my lips in a deep, life-giving kiss.

As our tongues danced together, I felt the familiar stir of him rising inside me again. I pulled back just an inch, a playful smile tugging at my lips. "I’m not tired yet, Alex," I murmured against his mouth.

He chuckled, the vibration rumbling through my chest. He brushed a damp strand of hair from my forehead and kissed me again, his touch infinitely tender.

"Good," he murmured, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made me shyly look away. "I know, love... but we still have all night, okay?"

I nodded softly. "Okay, sweetheart."

"I love you so much," Alex said.

I smiled and whispered back, "I love you even more," looking into his eyes. He leaned down to kiss the tip of my nose, his gaze never wavering.

"I love you most," he whispered, pulling me into a tight, sweaty embrace. Even as he softened, he stayed buried inside me, his presence a constant, reassuring warmth. He murmured into my ear, "Is there anything you want, baby? Anything at all?"

I took a shaky breath, tightening my arms around his neck. "Yes, baby."

"What is it?" he asked softly.

"I want you to be obsessed with me forever," I admitted, my voice quiet but steady. "I want you to love me more than you ever have before."

Alex smiled, a warm, genuine smile that reached his eyes. "I already love you more than I ever thought I could, baby."

"No," I insisted, burying my face in his neck. "I want you to love me more."

He let out a soft huff of laughter. "Okay, baby. I promise. But what about you? Will you love me more, too?"

"I’m already crazy about you," I whispered. "I love my husband so much. I don’t ever want to share this sweetness with anyone else."

"You won’t have to," Alex vowed, his voice turning firm. "I’m all yours. From now on, I’ll put you first, Alis. Always."

I nodded, my heart finally feeling whole. He shifted, rising slightly to find my eyes again, and then gave a sudden, playful thrust of his hips that made me gasp and giggle. "Baby!"

"Do you want me to stop?" He teased, a wicked glint in his eyes.

I smiled up at him. "No, baby... but you said we still have all night. I’m not tired yet... though. We can go another round."

He laughed and finally pulled away from me, the cool air brushing against the place where we had been joined. "Let’s take a shower now. Tomorrow morning, we can start all over again. But for now, you need to get cleaned up." He reached down and pulled me to my feet. "And think about anything else you want, Alis. I’ll get you anything in the world."

I smiled at him, my soul feeling lighter than it had in years. "I already have everything I wanted."

"Oh yeah? And what’s that?"

"You," I said simply, lifting my arms for him to carry me.

He laughed, a warm, genuine sound that rumbled through his chest as he scooped me up and carried me toward the bathroom.

In that moment, his smile was the only light I needed to guide me through the dark.

After a quick, intimate shower where we stayed tangled beneath the warm spray, we stepped back into the cool air of the bedroom. Alex guided me gently to the edge of the bed and began patting me dry with a plush towel, his touch lingering and tender.

Just as the quiet peace began to settle around us, my phone vibrated on the nightstand, its ringtone slicing through the calm.

I froze for a moment, thinking it was my mother calling to see if we had sorted things out. "Babe, can you grab that for me?" I asked softly.

Alex reached over and picked up the phone. As his eyes scanned the screen, I watched the light in them change. The playful warmth disappeared, replaced by a sudden, sharp tension that tightened his jaw.

"Who is it?" I asked, my heart already starting to sink.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he slowly turned the screen toward me.

When I saw the name flashing in the dim light, my stomach twisted with a sickening drop.

Andrew. "Oh no," I whispered to myself...