[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 ."

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 ca up to cup my face as his lips t mine in a deep, lingering kiss

The kiss was deep, and it ended the last bit of our silly argunt. 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 shiver. "I’m never answering a comparison question again," he mumble-growled against my pulse point, sending a shiver through . "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 , 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 up, and my legs wrapped around his hips without thinking. He carried back to the bed and lowered onto the silk sheets. The mattress dipped as he followed down, his weight settling over in a way that felt warm.

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

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

He didn’t stop. His fingers moved again, making 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? ... or food?"

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

"Answer ," 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 ward 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 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 so much. So of you wouldn’t understand because you’re still single... but ? I’m completely adored.

Feeling a burst of excitent, 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 so much!"

Alex watched 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 .

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

I looked at him, my smile softening as mories 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 easily and sat down, pulling onto his lap. "You are really sothing, Alis."

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

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

"You see!" I shouted again, pointing at him. "He just confird it! He loves 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 anyway. That’s all that matters to ."

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

I bead. "Okay, baby."

Alex pulled 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 sothing more intimate.

In the final photo, he caught 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 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 .

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 ."

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

He hovered over , the light of the phone screen reflecting in his darkened eyes. "I want so 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 ... those monts were so intense, Alex."

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

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

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

"You’re really going to let 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 ti we’ve done this. I want you to go crazy every ti you scroll through your phone and see my body waiting for you. I want you to see hard and wanting you even when we’re apart."

"Alright," he whispered, his breathing hitching as he aid the cara. "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 mont to end, but the sll 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 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 ti doing it."

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

Just then, my phone started ringing.

I didn’t want to pick it up. I assud it was Andrew again, and everything between Alex and was finally going well. I didn’t want another argunt to ruin the mont.

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.