Devilish secretary
Chapter 427 Forever

Chapter 427: Chapter 427 Forever

Next morning, Lilith woke up feeling sore all over her body — that sweet, dull ache that reminded her of everything they’d done last night. She stretched her arms above her head and winced a little, but a tiny, satisfied smile tugged at her lips.

She ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her face. That’s when she realised she was wearing his shirt — soft, loose, smelling like him and nothing else underneath.

A warm feeling spread in her chest as memories flashed: how she’d fallen asleep in the middle of the night, too exhausted to even move, and how he’d lifted her so carefully in his arms, carried her to the bathroom, washed her with gentle hands, whispered sweet things against her ear, and dressed her in his shirt like she was the most precious thing in his world.

Lilith touched the hem of the shirt now, brushing her thumb over the buttons. She could still smell him on her skin. She got out of bed, feeling that delicious heaviness deep in her belly, every step a soft reminder that she was his — fully, completely.

Where is he? she wondered. The room was quiet, filled only with soft sunlight streaming through the half-drawn curtains.

She padded barefoot out of the bedroom, the wooden floor cool against her feet. She followed the faint sound of clinking cutlery and the warm smell of toast and coffee drifting through the hall.

When she reached the kitchen, her steps slowed.

There he was.

Standing at the stove, wearing only black lounge pants hanging low on his hips. His back was to her — broad, strong shoulders flexing every time he moved. The morning light from the tall windows kissed the lines of his muscles, the curve of his spine, the deep groove of his lower back. He looked like a living sculpture, warm and beautiful and entirely hers.

Lilith couldn’t help but stop and admire him, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as her eyes roamed over him. The memory of her hands dragging over that skin, the feel of him inside her, the way he whispered her name like a prayer — all of it made her thighs press together unconsciously.

"Morning, love," he said without turning, his voice a low rumble that made her toes curl. She wondered if he’d heard her breath catch.

"Good morning," she whispered back, her voice softer than she intended. She stepped closer, her bare legs brushing against the cool tile, the shirt swishing gently around her thighs.

He turned then, glancing at her over his shoulder with a lazy, satisfied smile. His eyes flicked over her — the messy hair, the flushed cheeks, the way his shirt hung off one shoulder and she saw something dark and possessive flash through his eyes.

"What are you making?" she asked, leaning her hip against the counter beside him, trying to sound casual even though her pulse was racing.

"Breakfast," he said simply. "You need it after last night. Eggs, toast, fresh fruit, your favourite coffee..." His smile deepened as he turned the stove off, then flicked his eyes back to her. "And if you don’t eat, I’ll feed you myself."

Lilith scoffed softly, rolling her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at her lips. "You don’t have to spoil me like this," she murmured, reaching out to touch the back of his arm. The heat of his skin, the faint tremble of his muscles under her fingertips — it all made her want to crawl right back into bed with him.

"I want to," he said simply, his voice low and gentle. "I love taking care of you. Especially when you’re wearing my clothes." His eyes flicked down again, dragging slowly over her bare legs peeking out from beneath his shirt. "Or... no clothes at all."

Lilith laughed softly, shaking her head. "Behave," she said, though her voice was too warm to sound serious.

He set the plate down, then turned fully to face her, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. His hands found her hips, tugging her closer, pressing her back against the counter.

"Eat first," he said, dipping his head so his lips brushed her jaw, his breath warm against her ear. "Then... maybe we’ll go back to bed."

She tilted her head back, letting her eyes flutter shut for a moment, feeling his mouth ghost along her neck. "Maybe?" she teased.

"Definitely," he murmured, pulling back just enough to kiss her softly but deeply, making her knees feel weak all over again.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were warm, a playful edge glinting in them. He guided her to the stool by the kitchen island, sitting her down and placing the plate in front of her.

Lilith’s heart felt too big for her chest — too full of him, of all of this. She watched him fuss over the coffee, pouring it into her favourite mug, adding just the right amount of sugar — the way he remembered every small detail about her.

She reached out, catching his wrist before he could move away. "Hey," she said softly, her eyes locking with his. "I love you."

He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers, that soft smile curving his lips again — the one that was only for her. "I know, my love," he whispered. "I love you more."

And as he brushed his lips over hers once more, Lilith felt it again, that deep, steady truth echoing inside her like a promise: This was home. This was forever. And it would always be him.

They had taken the whole week off. No company meetings, no sudden calls, no running around for ESE or any film shoots — just them, together, hidden away from the world.

And now, in that beautiful, spacious house he’d bought just for them, it was only Lilith and her precious human doll.

The house felt extra big today. All the staff had been given time off too, so the halls were quiet except for the soft sound of their laughter echoing through the living room. Sunlight spilled through the tall glass windows, casting warm gold patterns across the floors.

After breakfast, Lilith had taken him by the hand and dragged him to the large couch in their living room. He looked at her with that innocent, curious glint in his eyes — Ray was so clingy now that he had her all to himself. He liked to lie with his head on her lap, his hands playing with the hem of her shirt, sometimes pressing a kiss to her stomach for no reason at all.