Chapter 104: Chapter 104: Our Forever Begins Here

~Alexander’s POV~

My arm stayed around him.

His hand stayed in mine.

Because after everything, there was no way I was letting him go again.

We were happy—truly, deeply happy.

After the endless congratulations and the emotional high of the ceremony, we moved into the reception. It was a masterpiece of celebration. The finest wine flowed, the food was exquisite, and the air was filled with the sound of laughter and camera shutters. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

We took every combination of photos imaginable: Alis with my family, my parents with his, and our friends huddled around us in one big, joyful blur.

But as the night wore on and the party reached its peak, I looked at Alis and saw the same exhaustion and longing in his eyes that I felt in mine. We didn’t want to wait until the last guest left or the final song played. Most couples have to stay until the bitter end, but I’ve never been one for following the rules.

I leaned into his ear, my breath hitching as I caught the scent of his cologne. "Let’s get out of here," I whispered.

Alis smiled softly. "Okay, baby."

I took his hand and led him out quietly.

We didn’t go back to our room. I wanted more than that. I wanted us above it all, looking down at the world we had just claimed as ours.

So I guided him toward the private elevator that would take us to the rooftop.

The moment the doors opened, the noise of the party below faded away, replaced by the cool night breeze and the quiet stretch of a star-filled sky.

The rooftop had been prepared as a private sanctuary, with soft lighting and plush seating, overlooking the shimmering lake and the distant glow of the city lights.

Alis walked to the edge, his wedding ring catching the moonlight. I stepped up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him back against my chest.

"Look at that, Alis," I said softly. "No more hiding. No more complications. Just us."

He leaned his head back, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath of the crisp air. "It feels quiet. Finally."

We stood there in the silence, two husbands alone at the top of the world, watching the stars and knowing that for the first time in our lives, we didn’t have to look over our shoulders. We are free.

~Alistair’s POV~

We stood under the stars, still talking about our future, when the mood suddenly changed.

From behind, Alex’s hands were suddenly on me.

He didn’t wait. His fingers moved quickly, unbuttoning my suit jacket with a restless urgency, then moving to my shirt, trembling with need.

Without warning, he pulled the fabric apart. A button snapped loose and skittered across the floor.

"Alex! This suit was expensive! You’ve ruined it," I gasped, though my heart was racing.

"It’s my money, baby," he growled against my ear, his voice dark and rough. "If it’s ruined, I’ll buy you ten more. I just need you out of it."

He didn’t give me a chance to argue. His mouth was everywhere, trailing fire from my neck down to my chest, swirling his tongue around my nipple before moving lower, down to the waistband of my trousers. The romantic softness of the wedding was gone, replaced by a raw, hungry claim.

"Come here," he murmured, pulling me toward the deep, plush sofa he had prepared. He moved with a focused intensity, shedding his own jacket and shirt in one fluid motion. He didn’t ask me to undress further; he simply pulled my trousers and boxers down, his own cock already freed and slicked.

He sat back on the sofa, looking up at me with eyes full of possessive fire. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, slowly sitting on his cock from the head. The sensation of him sliding inside me, thick, hot, and stretching me to the limit, made me gasp for air, my head falling back.

"We’re finishing what we started this morning," he whispered, his hands gripping my hips.

I began to move, riding him with a rhythm that was desperate and deep. At first, it was slow, every inch of him hitting the back of my throat, but then the pace changed. He started thrusting upward, harder and deeper, until I felt it in my very soul.

"Alex... someone could come up," I moaned, my voice breaking.

"No one is coming," he grunted, his face buried in my neck. "I gave orders. It’s just us."

I started bouncing on him, moving faster, my movements wild as I reached down to jack my own cock, the friction from both ends sending sparks behind my eyelids.

The sounds of our bodies colliding wet, heavy, filled the quiet night.

"I’m close, Alex... baby, I’m so close!" I cried out, the pleasure becoming too much to bear.

"No, baby, not yet," he groaned, his voice a low rumble of command. "Don’t come yet."

He suddenly gripped me and flipped me over, pushing me down so I was holding onto the head of the sofa for support. He stood behind me, his breath hot on my back as he slid back inside me with a force that made me scream.

"Fuck!" I hissed, my fingers digging into the fabric of the sofa.

He began to thrust with relentless, punishing speed. "This is what I was thinking about at the altar," he growled, his hands pinning my wrists to the sofa. "This moment... when I can finally claim you. I’m going to fuck you until your legs won’t stop shaking."

"Yes! Please, Alex! Harder! Fuck me deeper!" I begged, my head tossing from side to side as I continued to jack myself. "Fuck me, Daddy! Please!"

"Don’t stop, baby, yes," he moaned, his movements becoming more animalistic.

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I cried out, my body wracked with tremors as the climax tore through me, spilling onto the sofa and across my chest. But Alex didn’t stop. Even as I shook in the aftermath, he pulled me tighter against him, his grip firm, his thrusts turning deeper, harder, and rougher.

"Alex! I’m... oh god!"

He found that sensitive spot deep inside, hitting it again and again until my vision blurred, stars bursting behind my eyes. A raw, guttural sound tore from him as his body tensed, driving forward one last time, emptying himself deep inside me. Then he collapsed against my back, his weight heavy and grounding, his breath coming in heavy gasps.

He didn’t pull out. He stayed buried inside me, the two of us panting in the silence of the rooftop. After a few minutes of rest, I felt him stir again. He wasn’t finished.