[BL] A Marriage Ruled by Family, Saved by Desire Chapter 82: Don’t Stop Eat Me, Daddy

~Alexander’s POV~

I raised a brow, a hint of curiosity in my voice. "Play? What kind of play?"

Alis leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"Adult play... and I promise, I’ll be quiet."

I looked at him for a mont, the tension in my chest easing slightly. I smiled, but even then, sothing still lingered at the back of my mind.

"I know, I know," I said, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "We’ll do everything you want... but can you tell what you and my father talked about first? You said he called you, and I can’t stop thinking about it."

"Baby... can we talk about it after?" Alis said with a playful pout on his lips. "Don’t ruin the mood, babe."

"Please," I said, my voice turning serious. "Let’s talk about it now. I need to clear my mind so I can be fully here with you... please, babe."

The truth was, I was terrified. I thought my father might have called him to tell him that my mother had rejected him... that she would never accept him.

I needed to know what they talked about.

Alis softened, seeing the genuine anxiety in my eyes. He shifted, settling against as he began to explain.

"Your father called ," he said, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "We talked about a lot of things, but mostly about the situation with your mother. He told he has been trying his best to reason with her, but she’s refusing to listen. He promised he won’t give up. He’s going to keep trying until she finally accepts ."

I watched him closely, absorbing every word. "Did he ask how he could help?"

Alis nodded, his expression turning more serious. "He did," he said. "He asked if there was anything else he could do to fix this. But I told him the truth... that everything cos down to your mother. She’s the one holding everything back."

His hand rested lightly against my chest.

"I told him there’s no other way to fix this. The only thing he can do is keep talking to his wife, again and again, until she finally listens. She has to understand that I’m not going anywhere, not now, not ever. It’s the only way this ends without breaking anyone."

"Is that really all you ever talk about?" I asked, a subtle sense of relief easing the weight on my shoulders.

"Not quite," Alis replied with a faint smile. "We also talked about my new work plans. He offered to fund , said he’d provide the start-up capital. I thanked him, of course, but I told him I’d co to him only if I truly needed it. I want to try and build this on my own first."

I tilted my head, studying his face. "Are you sure that’s everything?"

Alis let out a soft chuckle. "Well... aside from the fact that your father sent so ’pocket money’ to keep afloat while I’m staying here." He paused, a hint of irony in his smile. "Honestly, I’m grateful, it’s more than my own husband has done for lately."

I let out a startled laugh. "Babe, I gave you my heart! And jokes aside, why do I need to give you an allowance when you have full access to my accounts?"

Alis rolled his eyes playfully. "It’s not the sa, Alex. When you give money, it feels like a gift, a gesture from you to . When I take it myself, I always feel like I’m taking too much. It’s better when it cos from you than just reaching into your account."

"I understand," I murmured, pulling him gently into my arms. "I haven’t been thinking clearly. The past few days have been... a lot. I just need a mont to breathe."

A slow, familiar heat flickered in Alis’s gaze as he climbed onto the bed, settling comfortably before tapping the space beside him. A faint, knowing smile curved his lips.

"Then co here," he murmured. "Let help you relax."

"Oh yeah?" I teased. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

Without a word, Alis pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the skin I had been craving for. He reached out, his grip firm as he pulled down onto the pillows.

"By using the power I hold over you," he whispered against my ear. "I want to make you beg for more."

"Gentle, baby," I murmured, glancing toward the door. "Your mom is just a few rooms away," I reminded him softly.

Alis smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I want her to hear, so she knows she can’t keep here forever."

A smile tugged at my lips, but my heart began to race for an entirely different reason. "I like it when you’re sexy, but be gentle... I still want us to have at least a little sha."

"I’ve been hungry for you for days," Alis murmured against , his voice rough with barely restrained need. "I don’t think there’s any gentleness left in right now."

I exhaled slowly, my gaze flicking toward the house. "If you’re going to be loud, then we should go to my car," I said, keeping my tone low. "I don’t want your mom deciding I’m not welco here anymore."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head at . "You’re too careful... too respectful."

"I’m serious, baby," I said, eting his eyes.

For a mont, he just looked at , then the teasing edge in his expression softened. "Alright," he murmured. "I’ll be quiet. I promise."

With that, I shifted and climbed over him. "Wait—that reminds . This weekend... I’m coming to pick you up. My mother is hosting a small get-together, family and a few friends. Just dinner."

Alis stilled for a brief second, then a slow, dangerous smirk curved his lips.

"Okay," he murmured, his eyes dark with mischief. "But first... have as your dinner."

His voice dropped, teasing, sinful in the way he looked at . "Go on... eat , daddy."

The air in the room instantly thickened. I didn’t hesitate, I flipped him over and climbed on top, my movents quick and desperate. Reaching out, I tugged away the last of his clothes, my gaze lingering as I took him in, completely bare and undeniably beautiful.

I followed suit, pulling off my own clothes until there was nothing left between us but heat, breath, and the tension that had been building for days.

I leaned down slowly, pressing lingering, kisses into the sensitive hollow of his neck. Alis let out a sharp, jagged gasp. "Babe..."

I didn’t stop. I moved my lips lower, trailing fire down to his navel, kissing the skin there with a deliberate slowness that I knew was driving him crazy. I circled back up, my mouth finding his chest, my lips finally clipping firmly over his nipple.

Alis was clearly running out of patience. I felt his hands slide into my hair, trying to guide my head down toward his cock, desperate for the release only I could give him. But I wasn’t ready to give in just yet. I stayed right where I was, teasing the skin of his stomach with light, slow kisses.

"No, baby... please," Alis groaned, his hips lifting off the bed. "I’m dying for your mouth."

I smiled against his skin. Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around him, my fingers slick and firm as I began to stroke him from base to head. I worked slowly, making him harder until he was trembling under my touch.

Alis couldn’t take the teasing anymore. With a low growl, he removed my hand, gripped the back of my head, and guided down, sliding his cock into my mouth.

I looked up at him, staying perfectly still, watching the frustration and pleasure war on his face. I didn’t move a muscle, just waiting for his reaction.

He started to pout, his brows knitting together as he prepared to get angry and pull away. Seeing I had pushed the joke far enough, I stopped teasing him.

I gripped his waist tightly while he held my head, and I took him into my mouth. I started slowly, licking the tip before drawing him deep, my rhythm steady and purposeful. Alis let out a shattered moan, his voice getting loud in the quiet room. "Babe... please... right there..."

While I worked, I reached down, using one finger to gently find his entrance, pressing inside with a slow, careful depth. The double sensation was too much for him; Alis let out a choked cry, his hands gripping my head with desperate strength.

He suddenly jerked upward, his hips bucking as he thrust deep, catching the back of my throat. I felt the montary sting and began to cough, but I didn’t pull away, and I didn’t let him retreat. I held him there, taking every bit of him as he shuddered above .

"Yes, baby," Alis moaned, his eyes blown wide and glazed with heat. "Just like that. Don’t stop."