[BL] A Marriage Ruled by Family, Saved by Desire-Chapter 66: My Husband Loves Me So Much

~Alistair’s POV~

Alex’s smile widened, his eyes dropping to my lips. "Then kiss me."

I pushed myself up from the couch and sat on the edge of the cushion. Alex didn’t hesitate. He stepped between my knees and climbed onto my lap, straddling my thighs. His hand came up to cup my face as his lips met mine in a deep, lingering kiss

The kiss was deep, and it ended the last bit of our silly argument. His hands held my face while his thumbs moved slowly along my jaw. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer until there was no space between us.

He broke the kiss just long enough to trail his lips down to my neck, his stubble brushing against my sensitive skin, which made me shiver. "I’m never answering a comparison question again," he mumble-growled against my pulse point, sending a shiver through me. "From now on, the answer will just be ’yes,’ followed by whatever makes you happy."

I let out a soft, airy laugh, my head tipping back to give him better access. "Smart man."

He pulled back a little and looked at me, his eyes moving slowly over my body. The look in them made my stomach twist. He reached down, slipped his fingers under the edge of the duvet I had been using as a shield, and tossed it aside.

"Now," he said quietly, "where were we before you ran away to the sofa?"

I looked at him, smiling softly.

He didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed my waist and lifted me up, and my legs wrapped around his hips without thinking. He carried me back to the bed and lowered me onto the silk sheets. The mattress dipped as he followed me down, his weight settling over me in a way that felt warm.

He looked down at me with a small smile, then suddenly moved his hand to my side and tickled me.

"Hey—stop!" I laughed, trying to twist away from him.

He didn’t stop. His fingers moved again, making me squirm and giggle as I tried to push his hands away.

"Alex!" I gasped between laughs. "That’s cheating!"

He chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. "You started it," he said, leaning closer.

I grabbed his wrists, still laughing, and shook my head as he leaned in. "Baby, stop! That’s too much."

I grabbed his wrists, still laughing, and shook my head as he leaned in. "Baby, stop! That’s too much."

"And you love every second of it," he replied, his grin widening with a playful, arrogant charm.

I looked at him, my smile softening. "Maybe I do, but right now... I’m actually hungry."

Alex leaned down, his eyes dark and playful as he gently pinned my wrists above my head. "So," he murmured, "what are you hungry for? Me... or food?"

"Babe, be serious!" I giggled, squirming beneath him.

"Answer me," he commanded softly, his gaze locked on mine. "I told you, I’m going to spend the rest of the day reminding you how perfect you are, exactly the way you are."

My chest warmed with affection, my skin warming under his touch. "I think I’d like to eat my husband later," I murmured, "but right now, I need real food."

"Okay, honey," Alex said, finally releasing my hands. "Let me place the order. I already have a reservation for dinner, but I’ve got breakfast covered too."

"Is it a fancy dinner?" I asked, curious.

Alex smiled knowingly. "Yes. I know exactly what you like."

Just then, Alex’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. He reached for it, but as his eyes hit the screen, his smile died instantly. It was his mother. Without a word, he slid the notification away, silencing the tension before it could take root.

He walked over to the landline and called to have our reserved breakfast brought up, speaking with the quiet confidence of a man who had planned everything in advance.

I watched him with a satisfied smile. In my head, I wanted to announce it to the world:

You see? My husband loves me so much. Some of you wouldn’t understand because you’re still single... but me? I’m completely adored.

Feeling a burst of excitement, I jumped up, threw on my silk robe, and opened the glass doors leading to the balcony of our hotel suite. Stepping out into the cool morning air, I raised my voice toward the horizon.

"Hey everyone! Good morning! I just want to announce that my husband loves me so much!"

Alex watched me from the bed, looking both amused and slightly horrified.

"Sorry, single Pringles!" I added with a playful wave. "You wouldn’t understand!"

Alex burst out laughing, shaking his head at my dramatic behavior. He stood up and looked at me.

"Babe, you’re shouting," he said, still laughing.

I looked at him, my smile softening as memories rushed through my mind, everything we had been through, the secrets, the distance, the pain.

Before I could think twice, I ran back inside and jumped straight into his arms.

Alex caught me easily and sat down, pulling me onto his lap. "You are really something, Alis."

I looked at him and smiled. "And you love me just like this, right?"

Alex nodded quickly, pulling me closer. "Yes, baby. Exactly like this."

"You see!" I shouted again, pointing at him. "He just confirmed it! He loves me so much, and I love my husband even more!"

"You’re really shading the single people today, aren’t you?" Alex teased.

"Let’s shade them!" I laughed. "Maybe they’ll have no choice but to go out and find a partner as good as mine."

Alex leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose. "You’re getting naughtier every single day."

"Yes, I’m naughty for my husband. So what? You love me anyway. That’s all that matters to me."

Alex shook his head, his eyes full of warmth. "I definitely do. Come here, let’s take a picture to remember the start of our best year yet."

I beamed. "Okay, baby."

Alex pulled me close, his arm wrapping securely around my waist as he held the phone up.

I leaned my head against his shoulder, sticking my tongue out playfully for the first few shots before settling into something more intimate.

In the final photo, he caught me looking up at him with pure adoration, while he pressed a lingering kiss to my temple. It was perfect, the kind of picture that captured a thousand unspoken promises.

"Let me see," I giggled, reaching for the phone.

He didn’t hand it over right away. Instead, he held it just out of my reach, his eyes darkening as he looked from the screen back to me.

He scrolled through the burst of photos, his thumb pausing on a shot where my robe had slipped slightly, revealing the marks he’d left on my collarbone earlier.

"Actually," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, "maybe this one is just for me."

"Only for you," I agreed, my voice trailing off as he pulled me back down onto the pillows.

He hovered over me, the light of the phone screen reflecting in his darkened eyes. "I want some new shots of you, Alis. I want a video of my hand wrapped around your cock, stroking you... It’s been too long since we added a new ’shoot’ to our private gallery."

I felt a sharp spike of heat in my gut. "That’s true. We should have recorded last night, or even this morning when you were balls-deep in me... those moments were so intense, Alex."

"We can still make it happen," he murmured, his thumb grazing my lower lip.

I smiled, feeling bold and completely unashamed. "Okay. Take a photo of me completely naked first, everything on display, then we video your hand on me after."

Alex let out a short, surprised laugh, his gaze dropping to the open edge of my robe.

"You’re really going to let me take pictures like that? No teasing?"

"You’re my husband," I said, reaching up to trace my fingers along his jaw. "And it’s not the first time we’ve done this. I want you to go crazy every time you scroll through your phone and see my body waiting for you. I want you to see me hard and wanting you even when we’re apart."

"Alright," he whispered, his breathing hitching as he aimed the camera. "Let’s do it."

I started to let the silk of my robe slip down, exposing my chest, my stomach, and finally the heat between my legs. But just as I was about to be fully bare for his lens, a sharp knock at the door shattered the tension.

"Breakfast," Alex groaned, resting his forehead against mine. "Perfect timing."

He didn’t want the moment to end, but the smell of coffee was already drifting under the door. He stood up, his erection pressing against his silk robe, and walked to the entrance. He didn’t let the room service waiter step inside our suite; he took the tray himself and set it on the table.

Instead of going for the food, he jumped back onto the bed, capturing me in a series of slow, honeyed kisses. He reached out and pulled my robe back over my shoulders, tying the sash firmly. "Put this back on for a bit. We’re doing that shoot later, I want to record every inch of you, and I want to take my time doing it."

He pulled me up from the bed, his hand resting on my waist as he led me to the dining nook inside the suite. We sat down and started eating, the quiet moment between us calm and warm.

Just then, my phone started ringing.

I didn’t want to pick it up. I assumed it was Andrew again, and everything between Alex and me was finally going well. I didn’t want another argument to ruin the moment.

Still, I stood up and walked over to the phone.

When I looked at the screen, my steps slowed.

It wasn’t Andrew.

It was my mother-in-law calling.