[BL] A Marriage Ruled by Family, Saved by Desire-Chapter 64: The Way He Took Me on Our Anniversary

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: The Way He Took Me on Our Anniversary

~Alistair’s POV~

When I saw the name flashing in the dim light, my stomach twisted with a sickening drop.

Andrew. "Oh no," I whispered to myself, the name hitting me like a cold splash of water. "Not now."

Alex handed me the phone slowly, his gaze heavy on my face. My hand trembled as I took it, my thoughts racing. If I didn’t answer, Alex might think I was hiding something.

But answering could be just as dangerous.

Andrew was probably calling to remind me about his mother’s birthday party. And if Alex realized I had an open invitation to another mother’s home while his own mother treated me like a stranger, the comparison would hurt.

I stared at the ringing screen, paralyzed. Alex watched me, his voice a low, steady vibration. "Babe? Why aren’t you picking up your call?"

At that exact moment, the ringing stopped. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. "The call ended already," I said, trying to sound casual.

Alex looked at me in a long, searching silence. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he helped me settle into bed, his touch quiet and controlled.

But just as I rested my head on the pillow and Alex climbed in beside me, my phone rang again.

The sound cut through the room like a scream.

Andrew.

There was no avoiding it now.

Alex pulled me against his chest, my head resting over his heartbeat, and waited in silence. I took a steady breath and slid the bar to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Alistair? Finally," Andrew’s voice crackled through the speaker. "I’ve been trying to reach you. Is everything okay?"

"Yes... everything’s fine," I replied, though my voice sounded tense even to my own ears.

"That’s good. I just wanted to remind you about my mom’s birthday party," he continued. "She’s been asking if you’re coming."

The mention of his mother made me stiffen. I felt Alex’s chest hitch beneath my cheek, and I lifted my head to look at him. His eyes widened as he stared down at me. I knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Andrew, I’m not sure I can make it," I said quickly, trying to end the conversation. "I’ll send a gift instead."

"Why?" Andrew asked, sounding genuinely confused. "You promised my mom you’d find time to come."

I glanced up and met Alex’s eyes. The intensity in his stare left me no room to hide. After everything that had happened between us tonight, I had no choice but to be honest.

"Because tomorrow is my anniversary," I said softly. "With my husband."

A heavy silence fell on the other end of the line.

"Wait... what?" Andrew said. "You’re married?"

Alex’s expression changed instantly. He slipped his arm out from under me, rolled onto the other side of the bed, and stared at the wall.

Panic flared in my chest.

"Andrew, I have to go. My husband needs my attention. We’ll talk tomorrow," I blurted out.

I heard Andrew’s surprised voice on the other end. "Alis, wait—"

But I couldn’t. I ended the call.

I quickly dropped the phone onto the nightstand and turned back to Alex. He had already turned away, facing the wall, but as I looked at him, he slowly turned his head back toward me.

His eyes were unreadable.

"Babe, I’m sorry," I said softly. "I’m so sorry."

"Did you meet him because of...?" He trailed off, the implication hanging in the air.

"No! No, baby," I insisted, reaching for him. "There’s no reason. He just asked me to go with him to present a gift to his mother. I didn’t go for any other reason than friendship."

"His mother must be very welcoming," Alex said quietly, a bittersweet edge in his voice. "For her to be asking if you’re coming to her birthday."

I didn’t know how to respond. I simply shook my head. "It doesn’t matter. Andrew is just a friend."

Alex watched me for a long time, then a soft, sad smile touched his lips. "You don’t have to be scared, Alis. I’m not angry. I just... I wanted to know if his mother treats you better than mine does."

"Please, babe," I murmured, moving closer to him. "Don’t say that. We don’t have to compare them. It’s not the same."

"It’s fine," he said softly, pulling me back into the curve of his body. "I already have my answer. Come here."

I settled against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His hand began to move gently along my back, the slow strokes calming the tension inside me.

"We just need to give my mother time, okay?" he murmured. "I know she’ll see what I see eventually. Just... give her some time, baby. Please."

I nodded against his skin. "Okay, baby."

He tilted my chin up, searching my face before pressing a tender, lingering kiss to my lips. "I love you, baby."

"I love you more," I murmured.

He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. The hotel suite was quiet, and little by little the noise of the world disappeared. With his arms around me and my cheek against his chest, we eventually drifted off to sleep together.

Morning light slipped through the sheer curtains of the suite, spreading softly across the rumpled silk sheets. I woke first, propped on one elbow, watching the slow rise and fall of Alex’s chest. In that quiet moment, a warm sense of gratitude settled in me. Even after seven years, he was still the most handsome man I knew. Sleep had softened his features, and his dark lashes rested against his cheekbones as he breathed evenly beside me.

The sight of him, peaceful and completely mine, sent a slow warmth through my veins. I wasn’t ready to let the world in yet.

I leaned down, my lips grazing the shell of his ear. "Good morning, baby," I whispered, my voice thick with sleep and desire.

My hand moved slowly over him. I followed the curve of his collarbone first, my fingertips drifting down across the firm heat of his chest. I lingered there, teasing slow circles around his nipples until they hardened beneath my touch.

Still, I didn’t stop. My hand continued its quiet descent, gliding over the defined line of his stomach, lower and lower, until my fingers finally brushed the warm, heavy proof of his morning arousal.

As Alex began to stir, a low groan rumbling softly in his throat, I leaned down and captured his lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

"Happy anniversary to the only man who matters," I murmured against his mouth.

Alex’s eyes slowly fluttered open, dark and hazy as he looked up at me. A lazy, beautiful smile spread across his face.

"Good morning, beautiful," he rasped softly. Then his gaze softened even more as he brushed his lips lightly against mine.

"Happy anniversary," he murmured gently, "to the one who makes my life complete."

Our mouths met again in a hungry kiss. My hand slid down between us, wrapping firmly around his cock. My thumb brushed lightly over the sensitive crown before I began to move, stroking him slowly and deliberately, from the base up to the soft, heated tip.

As I felt him pulse and grow slick with pre-cum under my palm, Alex let out a sharp, choked gasp. "Babe... easy," he murmured, his hips jerking upward into my hand.

I deepened the kiss.

"I’m not planning to go easy on you today," I murmured against his mouth, tightening my hold just enough to pull another shiver from him. "And I don’t want you to go easy on me either, baby."

"I want you to fuck me until my legs won’t stop shaking. I want you to make me forget how to walk... leave me trembling from how completely you’ve claimed me."

"Fuck, Alis..." Alex groaned, his head tossing back into the pillow as our tongues tangled. The sound of our wet, messy kisses and the rhythmic slide of my hand on his cock filled the room.

I didn’t let up. I watched his face tighten, his breath hitching into jagged, shallow pants as I stroked him. I teased the head, circling it with my thumb before dragging my palm back down the entire length. He was throbbing now, completely at my mercy.

"Baby... I’m... I’m gonna—" Alex’s body went rigid. "I’m cumming

He bucked into my hand, a hot, frantic release spilling over my fingers and his stomach. I didn’t let a drop go to waste. As he lay there, chest heaving and eyes blown wide, I took the heat of his release and smeared it over my own entrance, the slickness a perfect invitation.

I grabbed the lubricant from the nightstand, coating his throbbing cock with a generous, cool layer that made him hiss. Without a word, I straddled him, my knees pinning his arms as I positioned myself over him.

Alex’s hands flew to my waist, his thumbs digging into my hips to help guide him slide inside me.

Slowly, I sank onto him, taking every inch of his thickness back inside me. I let out a long, shaky moan as I bottomed out, feeling the incredible fullness settle deep in my core.

My internal muscles are clamping tight around him.

I began to roll my hips in a slow, punishing grind, the friction of his thick cock against my walls sending sparks behind my eyelids.

"Fuck me, baby," I moaned, the sound raw and desperate. "Don’t stop... give it to me harder!"

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...