[BL] A Marriage Ruled by Family, Saved by Desire-Chapter 70: Claimed, Loud and Clear

~Alistair’s POV~

Alex’s gaze darkened, the frustration in his eyes shifting into a sudden, hungry heat. "You really want that?" he rasped, his hands sliding down to my hips.

I nodded, my pulse racing. "Yes. I want to be loud."

For a moment, he just stared at me, like he was trying to read everything I wasn’t saying.

Then his grip tightened slightly, grounding me.

"You know why I love you?" he murmured.

My breath caught. "Why do you love me?"

He exhaled quietly, like he already knew where my thoughts might go.

"I love everything about you," he said gently. "All of it... even the parts that overthink."

His thumb brushed lightly against my side.

"So don’t twist this into something else, okay? Don’t make it complicated," he added softly. "Remember ... I love you everything about you. Okay."

"Okay, I won’t. I promise," I murmured.

Alex moved his hands lower, cupping my ass and squeezing hard while he stared deep into my eyes. He was searching for any sign that I was going to turn his words into a fight, but all he found was my hunger.

"Babe, go ahead. Speak," I encouraged him, my hands tugging at his waistband. "I won’t do what you’re thinking. I won’t get upset."

"Forget it," he said, shaking his head with a dark smirk.

"No, baby... tell me," I insisted, refusing to let it go.

Alex smiled, Instead of answering, he reached for the hem of my shirt and tugged gently.

Before I could protest, he pulled it over my head and tossed it aside, clearly trying to distract me from pressing further.

"Alex—" I started, half-annoyed, half-breathless.

"Baby..." I called again, softer this time, still waiting for him to say it.

He finally looked at me, his eyes devouring mine with pure lust. "Fine. What I wanted to say is that you’re incredible in bed. You’re so fucking naughty, Alis." He stripped off the rest of my clothes, my thick, heavy cock springing free and pulsing with his heartbeat. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs locking around his waist. "You’re naughty, and your energy is unmatched. I love how you take all of me."

He carried me over to the bed and sat me down, hovering over me while his heat brushed against my stomach. I looked up at him, pouting playfully. "So... if I wasn’t good in bed or didn’t have this naughty energy, you wouldn’t love me?"

Alex laughed, the sound low and dangerous. "I knew it. I knew you’d try to start something."

Alex reached down and pulled his cock free a little.

"Knew what?" I challenged, reaching out to stroke the vein throbbing along his shaft.

Before I could get another word out, Alex moved with dominant speed. He shoved his trousers down and kicked them away, and before I could even draw breath, he guided his thick, pre-cum slicked head to my mouth.

"Suck Daddy’s cock instead of starting a fight," he murmured, his voice thick with a raw, demanding edge.

I looked up at him, still trying to pout with his heavy length filling my mouth, murmuring around him to ask if he’d still love me if I wasn’t...

"I would love all of you, even if you were terrible at this," Alex answered, his hand tangling in my hair and pulling my head back to expose my throat.

"But what if—"

He didn’t let me finish. He gripped the back of my head firmly, his hips beginning a steady, rhythm into my mouth.

I finally gave up on the questions, my survival instincts, and my lust took over. I reached out, one hand grabbing the firm muscle of his butt, pulling him deeper, while my other hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

I started sucking and licking him with a desperate, wet intensity, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

Alex let out a long, guttural moan that was loud enough to echo through the floorboards. "Yes, baby... just like that. Let the whole house hear how you take my cock."

I sucked him from the cap all the way down to the base, my lips tight around him as Alex kept begging for more. I briefly pulled my mouth from his length to focus on his chest, my tongue lashing across his nipple while my hand worked tirelessly, stroking his cock in a fast, rhythmic motion. I sucked his nipple hard, pulling it into my mouth until it was a dark, visible pink, the sensation drawing a quiet, helpless reaction from him.

Suddenly, Alex’s patience snapped. He reached down, his fingers tangling in my hair to pull me away from his chest and bring my mouth back onto his cock. He gripped me firmly, his hips snapping forward as he began to move deep inside my mouth.

"Alis, let Daddy fuck your mouth," he rasped, his voice thick with arousal. He started thrusting fast, then even faster, his skin slapping against my face with a raw, primal sound.

I reached down to grab my cock, stroking myself in sync with his movements. I couldn’t moan properly with his heavy cock filling my throat, so I made those deep, needy sounds that I knew drove him crazy.

"Yes, baby," Alex moaned, his breath coming in jagged hitches. "Yes, let me fuck deep in your throat."

He drove in deeper than I expected, and I let out a muffled gasp, coughing as he hit the back of my throat. He immediately tried to pull out, his eyes wide with concern. "Did I hurt you?"

"No... no, baby," I managed to speak, quickly grabbing his waist to pull him back. I held onto his hips, using my grip to help him gauge the depth so he could feel exactly how much of him I could take. I took him back in, my mouth wet and welcoming as he thrust inside me again.

"Fuck, baby," he cried out, his voice loud and uninhibited. "I’m close... Alis, I’m so close!"

His hips moved in a frantic, desperate blur. "Baby, I’m close! I’m going to come... faster, baby!"

He took one last, incredibly deep plunge into my throat, and I felt him in my very soul. He jerked as he hit his limit, his body stiffening as a loud, guttural scream tore from his throat, completely forgetting his mother was just a few floors away.

His release hit hard, his hot sperm pulsing into my mouth in thick, heavy waves. His entire body shook with the force of his orgasm as he kept swearing, "Fuck, baby... fuck, yeah!"

He spent every drop inside me, jerking until he was empty. After a few minutes, he pulled out and immediately grabbed the lube from the nightstand. Even as his sperm was still spilling from my lips, he was ready for more.

He poured the slick liquid over his cock and my entrance, his eyes burning with a relentless hunger.

Alex leaned down, catching me in a deep, messy kiss before pulling me toward the center of the bed. He lay me down, spreading my legs wide as he lubed me up.

Then, with a slow, heavy pressure, he entered me. I gasped, my entrance stretching as I felt every inch of him filling me up, stretching my walls until we were perfectly joined.

He started moving slowly at first, his hand reaching down to grab my cock and stroke me as he slammed inside. "Fuck, baby... Fuck me deeper," he groaned.

"Harder, baby!" I moaned, my voice echoing off the walls. "Go deeper!"

He began to hit deep, his thrusts powerful and rhythmic. His hand never left my cock, stroking me toward the edge while he worked me from the inside. I could feel him hitting the right spot with every heavy thrust and slammed, the sound of our skin meeting... thwack, thwack, thwack... filling the air.

I couldn’t hold on much longer. My voice rose to a shout, desperate and loud. "Baby, I can’t take it... I’m close! Alex, I’m so close!"

As he delivered a series of rapid, penalizing thrusts, my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I screamed out, my body thrashing against the sheets as I spilled everywhere, my cum coating my stomach and his hand. Alex let out a roar of his own, his pace becoming manic.

"Fuck me!" He begged, his voice cracking as I collapsed back, totally spent. "Continue... Alis, don’t stop!"

He didn’t stop. He hit me even harder, driving into me until he found his own second peak.

He let out a final, deafening moan as he came again, filling me deep inside with his heat. The room was so loud, the air thick with the scent of sex and the sounds of our heavy breathing. We didn’t hold back a single sound, making sure that every inch of that house knew exactly who belonged to whom.

Alex immediately captured my lips, kissing me deeply while we were still joined, our bodies slick with sweat. We were lost in each other until a sharp, sudden knock came on the door.

We didn’t stop at first, Alex’s hips still twitching deep inside me, but then the knock came again, louder and more insistent.

Alex was forced to pull his mouth away from mine, his chest heaving as he glared at the door. "Who is that?" he barked, his voice raw and filled with irritation.

"Sir..." It was the maid’s voice, trembling and clearly embarrassed. "Madam said you should..." She paused, hesitating as if she were afraid to say the words. After a moment, she hurried through the rest. "Madam said you should tone your voice down. She said she can’t even sleep properly."

The maid spoke each word carefully, one after the other, likely reciting exactly what his mother had snapped at her. Alex didn’t even flinch. He just tightened his hold on me and growled, "Leave."

"Okay, sir," the maid said, her footsteps quickly receding down the hallway.

I looked up at him, breathless and flushed. For a second, I thought the interruption would kill the mood, that he would finally stop out of some sense of obligation. But instead, Alex looked back down at me, his eyes darker and more possessive than before.

He didn’t pull away. Instead, he grabbed my hair, tilting my head back as his mouth crashed onto mine. He claimed my lips again...