Wrong Script, Right Love Chapter 40: Helplessly His

[Leif’s Chamber—Continuation—Leif’s POV]

"Ahhh... ahhh... ha... ahhh..."

I lay draped over Alvar’s chest, slick with sweat and our sperm, every nerve still alive, every inch of screaming from the relentless pounding of his impossibly large cock. My back pressed into the mattress, hips trembling uncontrollably as he continued to thrust, each movent a perfect, cruel rhythm of pleasure.

I’d lost count—how many tis had he gone in and out? How many tis had he filled ? All I knew was the wet heat inside , mingled with the slick outside, the scent of him heavy in the room, and the way my body had completely betrayed .

Then—THRUST!

"Aghhhh...!!"

I cried, legs quivering as another wave of bliss ripped through . He moaned low, deep, and possessive, and I felt him shudder inside , filling once again.

When it was finally over, he pulled into his arms, holding close, chest pressing warmly against mine. His hands stroked my hair and rubbed my back soothingly, grounding as I tried to catch my ragged breath.

"Are you tired, my darling?" His voice was low, roughened with desire but gentle, almost tender.

I slumped against him, heat and exhaustion lting together. "Y...yes... I’m tired."

He chuckled softly, a deep, satisfied sound that made my stomach twist. Carefully, he guided to lay across his lap properly, his hands lingering possessively on my hips and buttocks.

"Alright... I won’t go any further tonight," he murmured, thumb brushing over the reddened skin of my ass. "Though... look at you... your poor butt has beco too red. Let’s wash you up properly."

I nodded, eyelids heavy, surrendering completely to the warmth of his care. "...Thank God... it’s over."

Alvar’s fingers traced gentle, soothing circles along my reddened flesh, his touch soft but deliberate, his heat pressing close as he leaned down, lips grazing my temple.

"Over? Darling... I think it’s only just begun for us... but for now, rest in my arms. I’ll take care of you."

I blinked and tried to form a reply, but my body and mind were too exhausted, too overwheld. Just like that, I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of his chest and the steady beat of his heart lull .

Within monts, I drifted into sleep, utterly spent, utterly his.

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[Leif’s Chamber—Continuation—Alvar’s POV]

I stroked his hair gently, watching his chest rise and fall in soft, uneven breaths. He lay in my arms like a child, utterly vulnerable, completely... mine.

"Beautiful..." I mumbled.

The thought made a low, possessive hum escape .

I pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, muttering against them, "...guess... you’re too worn out."

His warmth seeped into , making my chest tighten in ways I hadn’t anticipated. I never knew loving a man could feel like this—intoxicating, maddening... breathtaking. And the sex, damn it, that had been... sothing else entirely.

Then my gaze softened, lingering on him—Lief, sleeping peacefully, cheeks flushed, chest still trembling from the intensity of our night.

Not just any man. Him. Only him.

My heart thudded in a strange mix of possession, awe, and sothing I refused to na out loud.

I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and held him tighter against my chest. Every inch of ached to protect him, to claim him, to never let him go.

With a quiet, controlled sigh, I rose, still cradling him. His warmth against was addictive, grounding, and impossible to leave behind. I stepped down from the bed, careful not to disturb his sleep, and made my way toward the bathroom chamber.

"Rest well, my darling," I whispered under my breath, voice low and husky, fingers tightening ever so slightly around his waist. "I’ll take care of everything."

***

[Leif’s Chamber—Aftermath—The Next Day—Evening—Leif’s POV]

"...mmmm..."

My eyes fluttered open... and imdiately—I regretted everything.

AAGHHHHHH—PAIN. PAIN EVERYWHERE. My poor, poor ass... my back... my thighs... my dignity... ALL IN SHAMBLES.

I groaned, curling slightly, trying to rember why, exactly, I had thought last night was a good idea. Oh, right... Alvar. That monstrous, impossible, beautiful man. And his... equipnt.

I opened one eye slowly. Mistake number one. My vision registered... the aftermath. My body was a literal battlefield. Sheets sticky, rumpled, soaked... well... "definitely not suitable for anyone under twenty," my brain muttered, mortified.

"Ohhh... why... why... ?" I whimpered, tiny, pitiful noises that would have earned an Oscar for Most Dramatic Bedroom Performance.

I tried to sit up. Big mistake. Every nerve in my body scread in protest.

"AHHH—GODDAMN IT! WHAT DID I DO TO MYSELF?" I flopped back onto the mattress, letting out a groan so theatrical it could have broken the sound barrier.

Then I looked around. Alone. Completely alone.

. . .

. . .

Why the hell am I alone?

. . .

. . .

"That... fucking bastard... with his huge... monstrous... dick... he left after he used !" I mumbled, voice hoarse but strong enough to curse. "I shall—oh yes—I shall kick him out of Frojholm!"

"Oh... you woke up?"

My head snapped to the source. My body wanted to move but... of course... no single muscle was cooperating. I was stuck like a flopping fish.

And there he was. Appearing in front of like so goddamn heavenly punishnt. Silk white shirt clinging softly, loose pants swaying just so, buttons undone... and shining. Absolutely shining.

Yes, he was the male lead. But right now? He was radiating more aura than any typical male lead ever dared.

I stared at him dumbfounded.

"Why... why... are you shining? While I... I am pale, in pain, and possibly dying here?" My voice cracked like glass, dramatic and utterly theatrical.

He tilted his head, that smug smirk tugging at his lips. "Shining? Oh... darling... that’s just ... being... irresistible." He winked. "You? You’re... uh... adorably... miserable."

"Miserable? Miserable?! I am literally a crumpled heap of flesh and regret!" I flailed one arm weakly, which only caused my back to yell at louder. "I... I... might never sit properly again, and you... you shine like the sun while I... I am THIS!" I flopped onto the mattress dramatically, groaning.

He laughed—low, dark, and utterly infuriating. "You... look perfect. ssy, worn out... cute in the most helpless way. I could stare at you all day."

"Cute?! CUTE?! I am dying! Soone... send help! THIS IS A CRI AGAINST MY BUTT AND SPINE!" I yelled, kicking the sheets weakly.

Alvar only smirked, then slid smoothly onto the bed beside , his presence all warm silk and infuriating calm. In one motion, he scooped up, holding in his arms as though I weighed nothing.

"Shhh... relax, Leif," he murmured, voice low and annoyingly soothing. "Let’s drink so water first, okay?"

I gave a pitiful nod and slumped against his chest, still naked, still completely red—like so kind of tragic romance novel cover gone horribly wrong.

He reached over to the nightstand, took the glass, and pressed it to my lips. "Drink it all."

I sipped obediently, then let my head flop back onto his chest. "I feel... alive now," I muttered dramatically.

He chuckled softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek. "You look good in my arms."

"Yes, sure," I sighed, glaring up at him weakly. "...but you better take care of . I’m a ss because of you, you know."

Alvar’s smirk deepened, but his eyes softened. He pressed a gentle kiss to my hair. "I will. Let pamper you all day until you’re healed. I can even do your work too."

My eyes practically sparkled. "Really?"

He nodded, all casual and composed. "Yes."

A giggle escaped before I could stop it, my lips curling into a grin. "That ans... I can just laze around?"

Alvar chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that made my stomach twist. His gaze slid down my body, and he touched my chest gently with the tips of his fingers, tracing the faint bruises and marks he’d left.

"It’s beautiful," he murmured, almost reverently. "Seeing you covered in my marks."

"...Huh?" I blinked up at him, confused, half-scandalized.

He pulled closer, foreheads touching, his breath warm and slow against my lips. His voice dropped, deep and possessive, almost like a vow.

"You’re completely mine now, Leif. You belong to now."

I stared at him, my cheeks burning despite every nerve screaming in protest. My lips parted slightly before I gave the tiniest, shyest nod. "...Yeah."

And just like that, Alvar smiled—a soft, dangerous, utterly satisfied smile—and held tighter, his warmth closing around like a promise.

Because... now, we truly belonged to each other.

But as I lay there in his arms, my heart still hamring faintly under his palm, a single thought flickered in the back of my mind like a shadow:

Would it be forever?

Alvar Regulfsson already has a fated partner waiting for him... so how could I ever be his true forever?