[BL] A Marriage Ruled by Family, Saved by Desire-Chapter 101: The Moment Before Forever

~Alistair’s POV~

Alex looked up, his expression a mix of desperation and playful manipulation. "Please? Be nice to your husband, baby. It’s our wedding day. Don’t you want to make me happy?"

​I stood there, torn between the desire to please him now and the need to keep this day perfect. I didn’t know if I should give in or hold my ground.

Alex was always my greatest weakness. Before I could even find the words to hold my ground, he moved.

"Alex, my clothes... they’ll get wrinkled," I murmured, but it was a losing battle.

"I’ll be careful, I promise," he whispered against my skin. "We have time, Alis. Just a moment for us."

His hands were deft and sure, moving with a familiar hunger that made my protests melt into soft sighs. He worked slowly, mindful of the expensive fabric but driven by a need that seemed even more intense given the weight of the day. One by one, layers were shed until the cool air of the room hit my skin, leaving me in nothing but my boxers.

The urgency of the wedding, the guests downstairs, the schedule, it all faded into the background as Alex dropped to his knees between my legs. He looked up at me for a heartbeat, his eyes dark and full of an almost overwhelming devotion.

He didn’t rush. He reached out, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my boxers to free my cock.

I let out a moan, my hands holding onto his hair as he leaned in. He started with a slow, deliberate stroke of his hand, watching my reaction with that focused intensity I loved so much, before finally taking me into the heat of his mouth.

I gasped as his mouth closed on me.

My head fell back as a wave of heat surged through my entire body.

Alex was relentless, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock with a slow precision that made my knees buckle. He looked up at me through his lashes.

His eyes were dark with the pride of knowing exactly how much power he held over me in that moment.

He began to pick up the pace, his hand gripping the base of my cock while his mouth worked in a deep suction.

I could hear the wet, slick sounds of his tongue against my skin, and every time he pulled back only to take me deeper, a loud moan escaped my lips. My fingers tightened in his hair, tugging him closer as the friction began to send sparks behind my eyelids.

"Alex... wait," I managed to groan, my voice breaking. "We have... to go..."

Alex didn’t answer me. He just kept going.

I gasped as his mouth worked faster, the wet heat of him overwhelming every ounce of my self-control. But then, a sharp, rhythmic sound shattered the haze.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Alexander? Alistair? Are you guys in there?" Alex’s sister called through the heavy wooden door. "Mother is waiting for you downstairs."

My heart nearly leapt into my throat. I looked down at Alex, my eyes wide with panic. "Do you see?" I hissed under my breath. "You’re going to get me in trouble! If she walks in—"

Alex didn’t pull away. Instead, he looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes and pressed a finger to his lips. Shh, he signaled, his expression telling me he had no intention of stopping.

"Alex! Alis!" she called again, her voice slightly muffled. We stayed frozen, the only sound in the room being the heavy thud of my heart against my ribs. After a few beats of silence, we heard her footsteps fade as she sighed and headed back toward the stairs.

"Alex, seriously, we have to stop," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of adrenaline and lingering desire. "It’s time to go. They’re waiting."

I reached down, trying to gently pull his head away, but Alex was faster. In one fluid, dominant motion, he grabbed my wrists. He didn’t let go; instead, he pinned my hands behind my back, locking them there with one of his large hands.

He looked up at me, his gaze dark and possessive, completely unfazed by the close call.

"The guests can wait five more minutes," he growled softly, his voice vibrating against my thigh. "I’m not letting you go until I’ve had my fill of you."

"Stop," I said, even though I didn’t want him to.

But he didn’t listen. Instead, he used his free hand to reach behind and pull me even tighter against him, his suction becoming more intense, more desperate. He was teasing me, dragging his teeth lightly against the sensitive underside before soothing it with a warm, flat lick that made me hiss through my teeth.

Every stroke of his tongue felt like a promise of what our life was going to be: intense, devoted, and entirely ours.

I could feel the pressure building inside me, a climax rushing toward me like a tidal wave, and Alex knew it too. He hummed against me, sending a low vibration straight to my spine as he took me deep into his mouth, determined to make sure I started our wedding day completely undone by him.

When I finally broke and released, a gasp leaving my lungs, Alex didn’t stop. I thought he would let me catch my breath, but he looked up at me, his eyes dark with a hunger that hadn’t been satisfied yet.

"Baby, I’m just as hard," he said. "I need this too."

Before I could protest, he gently turned me around. I gripped the edge of the dresser. "Alex, I won’t be able to sit down... the guests..."

"I’ll be gentle, baby," he promised, before pressing a soft kiss to my neck, his breath warm against my ear. "I won’t hurt you."

He used his own slick to prepare me, his movements deliberate and focused. Slowly, he slid inside, and I let out a low groan as he filled me completely.

He kept his word, moving with a steady, careful rhythm that ensured he took everything he needed while keeping me grounded.

When he finally reached his limit, he let out a loud, raw moan that echoed in the quiet room, his body shuddering as he released deep inside me.

He didn’t pull away immediately. He stayed there, buried inside me for several minutes as our breathing slowed, resting his forehead against my shoulder.

"When the wedding is over," he murmured, "we’re going to continue this. And I won’t have to stop. We’ll have the whole night."

"Alright, baby," I said, still catching my breath. "But look at me... I need to get dressed again."

He finally pulled out and immediately took charge of the cleanup. He cleaned me with a soft towel, then himself, before helping me back into my clothes. He even pulled out a bottle of cologne, spraying it over me to hide the scent of our encounter. My suit was a little ruffled, and my hair was a mess from his fingers.

I looked at him, shaking my head. "Your hair is a mess, Alex."

Alex smiled. "Same goes for you, baby."

Alex stepped back, trying to fix my hair like a stylist, but then he smirked. "I’m going to run out and get the actual stylist. You just need a quick touch-up."

"Alex, this is so embarrassing!" I said, my face heating up. "We could have just waited until everything was over."

"Didn’t you enjoy it?" he asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

I couldn’t argue. As rushed as it was, it had been incredible. I just shoved him toward the door. "Just go, you’re shameless."

"That’s why you love me," he shot back with a wink. "And that’s exactly why we’re getting married today."

I smiled as I looked at him, surprised by how bold he suddenly became.

He slipped out to find the stylist, who came in a moment later to fix my hair and straighten my lapels. Once I was presentable, Alex stepped back in one last time. He had to head down first to wait for me at the altar. He leaned in, giving me a soft, lingering kiss.

"Baby, I’ll see you downstairs," he murmured. "I love you."

"I love you too," I replied.

As the door closed behind him, I realized he hadn’t even let my friends stay with me like tradition demanded. He had kept me all to himself just to have his way, and as I looked at my reflection, seeing the glow in my eyes, I couldn’t even find it in me to be mad.

~Alexander’s POV~

Standing at the top of the grand staircase of my family’s home, I took a breath that felt like it had been years in the making.

The house had been completely transformed.

My mother had outdone herself, but she had followed my vision to the letter.

This wasn’t just a celebration; it felt like a sanctuary.

Every pillar was wrapped in cream-colored orchids and white peonies, their scent rich and lingering in the air. We had chosen a "Midnight Garden" theme, deep navy velvet drapes, gold-leaf accents, and thousands of floating candles that made the entire ballroom feel like it was filled with stars.

I looked down at the guests.

This was the pinnacle of society. CEOs, old-money families who hadn’t spoken to the Montclairs in years, and international figures, all draped in diamonds and designer silk.

The wealth in the room was staggering.

But as I adjusted the gold cufflink on my wrist, none of it mattered.

I only cared that they were here to witness that Alistair was mine.

I stepped down the stairs, my movements measured and calm, even as my heart beat a little faster.

I made my way toward the altar, set against a massive floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the estate’s private lake. Moonlight reflected off the water, casting a soft glow that seemed almost unreal.

It was perfectly framed by an arch of gold and white roses, elegant and breathtaking.

As I took my place, the low hum of the string quartet shifted into something deeper, more soulful. I stood there, looking at the double doors at the end of the aisle.

My mind flashed back to every moment that brought us here. I thought about the quiet nights abroad when we had no one but each other, the fear in Alis’s eyes when my family tried to tear us apart, and the way he had just looked at me upstairs, flushed, beautiful, and completely undone by my love. I had fought a war for this moment. I had stood against my own blood, sacrificed my pride, and risked my entire inheritance just to ensure that he would be standing where he was about to be. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The room went silent. The heavy oak doors began to creak open.