[BL] A Marriage Ruled by Family, Saved by Desire Chapter 65: You’re Still the One I Choose

~Alistair’s POV~

Alex didn’t need further invitation. His hands clamped onto my waist like iron manacles, his fingers digging into my skin as he began to thrust upward to et my descent. Each ti I slamd down, he bucked his hips with a sharp, aggressive force that hit my most sensitive spot with pinpoint accuracy.

The rhythm beca a blur of heat and sound, the wet slap of our skin, the frantic hitching of our breath, and the low, guttural growls vibrating in Alex’s throat. I picked up the pace, my movents becoming wild and uncoordinated as the pleasure began to overwhelm my senses.

I moved on him with growing urgency, my hair damp with sweat, my head falling back as sensation overtook my thoughts. Each motion beca more desperate than the last, my focus narrowing to the rising pleasure that refused to let slow down.

"You’re so deep inside , baby... I love it," I choked out, my voice breaking as my internal muscles clenched around him in slow, rhythmic waves. "Alex... oh God, Alex!"

"That’s it, baby," he rasped, his eyes locked on mine, dark and possessive. One of his hands slid upward, his thumbs finding my nipples and twisting them just enough to make my back arch sharply.

"Take it all," he murmured, his voice rough with heat. "Everything I have is yours."

He suddenly gripped my thighs and surged upward, his thrusts turning faster, shorter, and more urgent. The shift stole the breath from my lungs.

The pressure coiled deep in my core, tightening with every movent until I was a trembling wire ready to snap. "Fuck, Alex... please," I whined, my head tossing back.

Alex didn’t answer with words. Instead, he gripped my waist and gently eased off him, silently guiding the change in position.

I shifted onto my hands and knees, arching my back until my body ford a smooth, inviting curve beneath him.

Behind , I heard the soft, slick sound of lubricant being poured over his palms and along his length, the faint scent of the oils rising into the warm air between us.

"Fuck pretty, baby," I whispered, glancing over my shoulder, my eyes heavy with raw, unfiltered need.

"Fuck hard... don’t hold back. Please."

Alex slid back inside , his thickness filling so completely that a sharp, guttural gasp tore from my throat.

"I’ll give it to you exactly how you want it," he rasped, his voice low and rough.

He reached for my hand, guiding my arm behind my back and threading his fingers through mine to hold steady. Using that grip as leverage, he began to drive into , his movents strong and steady.

Each thrust sent sharp waves of sensation through my body, the rhythm building until pleasure sparked along my nerves and rushed straight to my head.

"Yes... right there! Give it to , Alex!" I cried out, my voice breaking as it echoed through the suite.

He struck every sensitive nerve until my legs trembled so violently I could barely stay upright. The pleasure was overwhelming, rushing through my body in waves that left breathless.

He released my hand, and I imdiately reached down to grip my cock, stroking myself in sync with the heavy pounding at my back.

"I’m close!" I scread, my nails digging into the silk sheets. "I’m cumming, Alex! Baby, I’m—"

Alex didn’t slow down; he slamd into with a frantic, desperate pace, driving over the cliff. I erupted, my release spilling over my hand and the bed as I shook with the force of the climax.

"Cum for , baby," he groaned, his voice a jagged edge. "Co for your husband!"

He gripped my waist with bruising force, his pace turning into a blur of raw motion as he chased his own finish. With one final, soul-deep thrust, he went rigid, his body seizing as he emptied everything into , pouring himself inside my heat until the very last drop. We both collapsed onto the bed, the only sound the ragged lody of our breathing.

Alex leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to the skin of my shoulder while staying buried deep inside . "Baby, you are so sweet," he murmured against my skin.

I chuckled softly, still breathless, the lingering warmth of the mont making feel unexpectedly bold.

"Do you love it more now," I asked, glancing over my shoulder at him, "or did you prefer it when I was still... new to all this?"

Alex didn’t hesitate. "I love every part of you, babe. New or old, loose or tight, you are everything I want."

The words hit a nerve I didn’t know was raw. I stiffened. "Are you saying I’m old and loose?"

Alex blinked, his expression turning to one of pure confusion. "Babe, what? You asked the question."

"I’m asking if you think I’m loose, Alex."

"No, baby, you aren’t," he said, trying to navigate the minefield. "And even if you were, I’m the one who made you like that, so I’m definitely not complaining."

My jaw dropped. "So you do think I’m loose."

"Babe, stop. That’s not what I ant—"

"Pull out," I said, my voice suddenly cold.

Alex pulled back, a look of genuine panic flashing across his face. I didn’t wait for an explanation. I sat up, wrapped the duvet around my naked body like a shield, and marched over to the sofa across the room. I lay down, turning my back to him and staring at the wall.

"Babe," he called out, his voice a mix of confusion and mounting frustration. "What is all this about?"

I kept my back to him, pulling the duvet tighter around my shoulders. The silence in the room was sharp.

"Babe, co on. Can you stop acting like a woman on her period?"

That did it.

I whipped around to face him, my eyes narrowing dangerously. "Oh, so you know exactly how a woman on her period acts? Have you been spending a lot of ti with them lately, Alex?"

Alex held up his hands, looking exasperated. "Of course not! You know that."

"Then how do you know how they act?" I challenged, sitting up.

"I have a sister and a cousin, Alis! It’s common knowledge," he groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Why are we even talking about this?"

"Because you called old and loose," I snapped, the words stinging all over again.

Alex sank onto the edge of the bed, stunned. He stared at like I’d suddenly started speaking another language. "Where? When did I say that?"

"Just now, Alex!" I shot back. "You said it loud and clear. That’s exactly what you ant."

He shook his head, looking completely baffled. "What did I say wrong? I was just answering your questions. You asked to compare then and now!"

"Yes, and you said I was old and loose!" I snapped before turning away again, huffing as I faced the wall.

I heard him mutter sothing under his breath about why I had to be such a drama queen. I didn’t even let him finish.

"So now I’m dramatic?" I shot back, spinning around to face him. "Is that what I am to you? A drama queen?"

"No! I didn’t say that, where are you even hearing this?" He sounded like he was on the verge of losing his mind.

"You’re lying," I accused, my voice muffled against the couch cushions. "You are a lying husband."

I turned to face the wall again.

After several minutes of thick, uncomfortable silence, I heard his footsteps approaching.

He didn’t try to drag back to bed.

Instead, he ca around the couch and slowly knelt on the carpet beside , lowering himself until we were almost at the sa level.

"Alis," he said softly, his voice carrying a quiet ache. His hand hovered for a mont before resting gently on my shoulder, careful and unsure. "Please... look at ."

I didn’t move.

He let out a small breath, a defeated chuckle. "Baby, I’m an idiot," he admitted quietly. "I swear, sotis my mouth just runs ahead of my brain."

There was a pause before he continued, his voice softer now, more sincere.

"What I was trying to say... is that I love the history we have together. I love that my body knows yours so well, that we understand each other without even trying." His thumb brushed lightly over the fabric covering my shoulder. "When I said that stuff earlier, I didn’t an it the way you heard it. I ant that none of that matters. Ti, changes—whatever happens... it doesn’t change how I feel."

His voice dipped lower.

"You’re the only person who’s ever made feel like this, Alis."

A quiet breath left him.

"You’re not ’loose.’ You’re not anything like that. You’re perfect to ."

He leaned closer, his forehead touching my arm.

"You’re mine," he murmured. "And every ti we’re together... it still feels just as intense as the first ti."

"I’m sorry I was clumsy with my words. I worship every inch of you. Please co back to bed? It’s our anniversary, and the bed feels like an ocean without you."

Slowly, I turned to face him, peeking over the edge of the duvet. I still wasn’t ready to let him off the hook that easily.

"Then answer my question properly," I said, my voice quieter now but still firm. "Do you love the old ... or the new ?"

Alex looked at carefully, his eyes searching mine as if navigating a minefield. "Both," he said firmly.

"No," I insisted, narrowing my eyes. "Choose one."

He let out a short, trapped breath. "I love the now."

"So you don’t love the old ?" I challenged, the bait dangling between us.

Alex reached out and took my hand, squeezing it gently. "I love both, because the man you were seven years ago is the sa man I’m looking at today. You’ll always be the one I love. It’s not about ti or how your body looks, Alis. It’s you."

He leaned closer, his gaze intense. "I love you so much," he murmured. "Do you love ?"

I looked at him for a long beat, the tension finally draining out of my shoulders. Slowly, I nodded. "Yes, baby... I love you so much."

"Did I answer your question correctly this ti?" he asked, a playful, relieved smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

I couldn’t help it; I gave him a small, shy nod. "Yes, baby."

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