Chapter 56 “Ours.”

Chapter 56 “Ours.”
Ivy’s POV

The door clicks shut. Barely a sound, barely a moment—

And then he’s on me.

Alexander doesn’t speak. He doesn’t ask. Doesn’t hesitate.

His hands are everywhere, feels hot, demanding, frantic. Like he’s checking every inch of me, making sure I’m still whole, still breathing, still his. His mouth crashes to mine, all teeth and desperation, stealing the air straight from my lungs.

“Fuck,” he growls against my lips. “You scared the fucking life out of me, Baby Girl.”

My back slams into the door. His thigh wedges between mine, lifting me like I weigh nothing.

“You think I’m letting you out of my sight now?” His voice is dangerous. Rasping with rage and relief and lust so dark it makes my knees shake. “You think I’m ever letting another fucking soul breathe the same air as you without my say?”

His mouth trails fire down my throat. I gasp, fingers tangling in his shirt, nails dragging down his chest.

“I—I didn’t mean to scare you,” I whisper, breathless and already unraveling.

He growls again like actually growls and hoists me up, one hand gripping my ass, the other fisting my hair as he carries me across the room like a man on a mission to ruin.

“You fainted in my fucking arms,” he snaps. “You could’ve fallen. Could’ve hit your head. You’re carrying my baby, and you scared me so goddamn bad I nearly lost my mind.”

I whimper as he tosses me onto the bed– it's our bed now — like I’m his favorite fucking toy. His hands are on me instantly, stripping away my clothes like they offend him. Like fabric has no right to touch what belongs to him.

“Alexander—”

“Shut up,” he breathes. “Let me take care of you.”

My panties hit the floor. And then he pauses.

His eyes drag over my body slowly, reverent, consuming. That hunger in them isn’t just lust. It’s more. Deeper. Possessive. Worshipful.

“You’re carrying my fucking legacy,” he murmurs, palm spreading over my lower belly. “And I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful in my life.”

I shake under his touch. I want to cry. I want to melt. I want him inside me.

“I need you,” I whisper.

He smirks, slow and feral, eyes dark with promise.

“Good,” he says. “Because I’m about to fuck you like I’m stamping my name inside you.”

And then he’s there. Between my thighs.

His tongue's hot. Devoted. Unrelenting.

I arch off the bed as he licks a slow, torturous line up my slit, moaning low like I taste like sin and salvation. His tongue flicks my clit once, twice and then he sucks it into his mouth like he’s punishing me with pleasure.

“Alexander—fuck—please—”

He grips my thighs, spreading them wider, locking me down like prey.

“Beg louder,” he rasps. “I want to hear how desperate you are. For me. For Daddy.”

“Daddy,” I whimper, grinding into his face. “Please—oh my God—don’t stop—”

He doesn’t instead he eats me like a starving man. Like this is all he’s ever craved. His tongue slides into me, thick and teasing, while one hand comes up to pinch my nipple hard making my back bow like I’m possessed.

I’m shaking, I'm writhing, I'm crying out.

And when I come, it’s with a scream, his name ripped from my throat like it’s all I know.

Before I can catch a single breath—

He’s over me. Inside me. Hard. Deep. Home.

“Fucking Christ,” he snarls, thrusting in to the hilt. “You’re so wet, Baby Girl. Like your body knows who you belong to.”

“Y-you,” I gasp. “You—only you—”

He catches my wrists, pins them above my head with one hand, his other going straight to my belly again.

To the tiny life inside is Ours.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his rhythm brutal and beautiful. “You fucking hear me? You’re mine. Every inch of you. Every breath. Every fucking moan.”

“Yes—yes, I’m yours—”

“You think I’ll let you go now?” he hisses, thrusting harder, deeper. “You think there’s a world where I don’t own every second of your life?”

I sob beneath him, pleasure overtaking everything.

His lips crash to mine again, all tongue and teeth and dark obsession. His hips slam into mine, each thrust claiming, branding.

“Say it,” he demands. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You!” I cry. “I belong to you, Alexander!”

He snarls. His rhythm shatters.

“I’m gonna fill you,” he groans, voice wrecked and raw. “I’m gonna fucking mark you from the inside out. You’re already carrying my baby, now take my fucking come, too.”

My orgasm rips through me so violently, I scream.

And he follows, grinding into me with a filthy curse, emptying himself inside me like it’s an exorcism.

His weight collapses over me and then his mouth finds my neck.

“You’re mine,” he whispers again, softer this time. Fiercer.

Like a prayer.

To Be Continued...