Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 405

Chapter 398: Enemies To Lovers

"You look tired, you should rest," Serena said as she looked at the bed. "The kids took your bed, but you can still sleep on one end. It’s big enough."

"And you?" he asked, his gaze fixed on her beautiful face, which seemed focused only on their sleeping arrangements.

"I can sleep on the other side. Let me shift the kids a little closer," she said and was about to move toward the bed, but he pulled her back—her back colliding with the firm, warm torso of a tall man. A pair of long arms wrapped around her as she heard him speak in his deep voice.

"We finally meet after a long wait—god knows how many months—and you’re already planning to sleep on the other side of the bed? Are you planning to play ignorant?"

Serena’s heart skipped a beat at the suggestive tone in his voice.

They rarely got to meet, but whenever they did, he always reminded her how deeply passionate he was—and made up for all the time they had spent apart.

Alexander turned her around to face him, his intense gaze boring into her delicate face, which hadn’t changed at all in his eyes—even after so long.

She swallowed hard. "Alex..."

He lowered his face and asked, his lips almost brushing hers, his warm breath burning against her cold skin, "Didn’t you miss me?"

Her hands clutched his dark shirt, her breathing turned shallow as she finally replied, "As much as you did."

He stepped back slightly, took her hand, and led her to the other door in his room, which opened into his private study attached to the bedroom. He guided her toward the dark leather couch.

"Alex, the kids are sleeping," she said softly, already knowing his intentions.

and hovered over her, his impatient gaze locked

her nerves, her eyes on the man she loved

at least a few

lips with his, whispering,

hummed in agreement and kissed

brushing gently against her cheeks. There was nothing hurried about the way he touched her—it was reverent, patient, and

drawing him closer, as their lips moved in a rhythm known only to two people who had longed for each other in silence. His weight was a comforting pressure above her, his presence grounding her in a world where everything else felt

he murmured against her lips, his voice hoarse with emotion as he pressed a kiss to the corner

inside her. "Every night I lay awake, thinking of you," she whispered. "Wondering if you were safe... if you still missed me

along her arm, then settled over her waist, pulling her more securely beneath him as he rested his forehead against hers. "Every second," he breathed. "You kept me sane, even from miles

eyes met again in the dim light of

who knew loss too intimately and refused to let it take

was

sigh was

her nails digging gently into

leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear,

coaxing—both a plea and a command laced with

his hands cradling her body like something precious. Every thrust was controlled, worshipful, the pace steady—not rushed, not rough—just a deep,

his shoulders, his chest, needing to feel every inch of him—reassuring herself

voice trembling with

she felt like

room was filled the dark desires of the two souls, which continued for next

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