Devilish secretary
Chapter 422 Wedding night

Chapter 422: Chapter 422 Wedding night

Alexander gently laid Lilith down on their new wedding bed, the silk sheets soft beneath her. She didn’t expect what he did next. He didn’t immediately join her or touch her like she thought he would. Instead, he lowered himself to the ground right beside the bed, one knee bent, one hand resting lightly on the edge as if grounding himself. His other hand found hers, lifting it to his lips so tenderly it made her breath catch.

Lilith blinked down at him, her lashes fluttering as she felt the warmth of his mouth brushing over her knuckles. "What’s wrong?" she asked softly. She could see it, the slight tremble at the corner of his lips, the glimmer in those dark eyes that had always looked so cold to everyone else.

Alexander didn’t answer right away. He kissed each of her fingers, one by one, like he was memorising the feel of her skin all over again. Then he lifted his gaze to hers, and a tear so small she almost missed it threatened to slip free.

"I love you so much, Lilith," he breathed, his voice low but clear. "I had no idea... no idea someone like me could ever sit here like this — married, in love, with the woman who changed everything I am." He let out a quiet laugh, but it sounded like it broke a little at the edges. "You’re so powerful. You brought me to my knees in every way that matters."

He looked down, his thumb tracing over the ring on her finger, then back up to her face as if he couldn’t bear to look away for long. "When I think about how empty I was before you... it terrifies me. You’ve become my whole world without even trying. I feel like I finally have everything I ever needed. Everything I never even dared to wish for."

Lilith felt her eyes sting at the way his raw honesty cracked open her own walls. She had been worshipped before — feared, respected, obeyed. But this man, this fierce, cold man kneeling at her feet, loved her in a way that made all that power feel small in comparison.

Alexander brought both of her hands to his lips again, pressing them there for a long moment. "If I die tomorrow," he whispered, "I’ll go without regret. Because I had you. Because tonight — right now — you are mine and I am yours. And I swear, Lilith, I will never let you go. Even death won’t be enough to tear me away."

Lilith reached down, her thumb brushing away the wetness at the corner of his eye. She pulled him up, not caring about the silk of her wedding dress or the fancy pillows that shifted around them. He didn’t resist. He let her draw him into the bed, let her hold his face in her hands, let her look at him like he was something rare and precious.

"Then don’t you dare leave me first," she murmured, her voice trembling but strong. "If you go, I’ll drag you back myself, Sebastian Alexander Carter."

A choked laugh escaped him, and this time when he smiled, it was all softness and heat and hope. He pressed his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling in the dim, rosy light.

"Good," he whispered back. "Then we’re trapped together. For this life and the next."

And when he kissed her this time, there was nothing rushed or rough in it — just the promise of a man who would rather burn the world down than ever let her go again.

"Let me take a bath," Lilith murmured, her voice low, feeling the sticky warmth on her skin from all the events of the day. She needed a moment to breathe, to wash it all off — the guests, the lights, the noise and to steady the strange thrum in her chest that was somehow both excitement and something deeper she couldn’t name.

Alexander just nodded, but the look in his eyes darkened, like a storm cloud rolling over calm water. His gaze followed her as she moved across the room, his sharp jaw tensing when she bent to open her suitcase. Lilith found the silky dress she’d packed herself — something simple, soft against her skin but just daring enough to remind her of who she was now: a wife. His wife.

She slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door with a quiet click. Alexander stood there for a moment, tongue pressing against his cheek. The way the air shifted when she left made the space feel colder, emptier, as if all the warmth of the world followed her wherever she went.

He let out a quiet, rough exhale and ran a hand through his hair. A moment later, he turned and slipped into the room next door to bathe. He needed the shower too, to wash off the tension that had been coiling in his muscles ever since he first laid eyes on her in that gown.

When he returned to the bedroom, the lights were lower, casting soft shadows across the walls and over the rich bedding he’d chosen just for tonight. He was wearing only a pair of dark lounge pants now, his chest still slightly damp, hair tousled from the towel he’d dragged through it.

He sat at the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes locked on the closed bathroom door like a hunter waiting for his prey. There was an ache inside him that pulsed low and hot, a need that had nothing to do with lust alone. It was the raw, unsettling hunger to claim what was his, what had always been his since the moment she stepped into his cold, hollow life and ruined him for anything less than her.

He swallowed hard, listening to the faint sound of water running on the other side of the door. His hands flexed against his thighs, veins standing out in the dim light. He could picture it — her bare back, her hair loose and damp, the curve of her neck that always drove him mad.

When the water finally stopped, the air felt heavier, almost thick enough to drink. He forced himself to stay seated, though every nerve in his body screamed to cross that room, push the door open, and pull her into him right there on the tiles.

But he stayed still, waiting, breath shallow, heartbeat drumming so loud in his ears that when the door finally cracked open, it almost startled him.

And when she stepped out — warm steam curling around her, that soft dress clinging to her damp skin in all the right places — Alexander’s throat went dry, and that dark look in his eyes flared into something far more dangerous.