The Villainess Became My Alpha Husband Chapter 55: Elaine Promised That She Would Be Gentle with Me

Elaine eased back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under our weight as she hovered over for a brief second, close enough that I could feel the warmth of her body but not so close that I felt trapped. Her hair fell forward over one shoulder, and her expression had shifted into sothing careful, almost uncertain.

She kissed , and after that first startled mont, I let myself soften into it. It was still unfamiliar, still enough to make my pulse jump, but it no longer felt like a challenge or a weapon. It felt slower. Gentler.

When she pulled back just enough to look at , her voice was low. "Alexander, I will be gentle with you."

I gave a small nod, my throat suddenly tight. "Will you?"

"Of course I will," she said, and this ti her mouth curved faintly. "You don’t need to look so suspicious."

A quiet, reluctant laugh escaped . "I can’t help it."

Her thumb brushed lightly near my cheek, not quite touching. "My little petal."

I blinked at her. "Why are you calling that?"

"You don’t like it?"

"It feels weird."

Elaine’s expression softened, almost amused. "Then I’ll stop if you want."

I looked away, still unsettled by how close she was and how careful she was being.

"You’re being strange again."

I let the words hang in the air, watching her reaction. The room stilled, the lamplight pooling across her bare shoulders. Elaine didn’t flinch.

Instead, she let out a quiet breath and eased her weight off , settling onto her side, propping her head on one hand. Her other hand rested on my chest, light and warm.

"Strange," she repeated, as if tasting the word. "Maybe I am. Maybe you bring it out in ."

I kept my gaze split between her face and her hand, the way her fingers traced idle patterns over my shirt. "I don’t know what to make of you when you’re like this."

"Like what?"

"Soft," I said, and the word felt clumsy. "Careful. It feels like a trick."

Her fingers stopped. "A trick?"

"You’re an alpha," I said, forcing the words out. "You could take whatever you want. You don’t have to—pretend to be tender."

Elaine’s jaw tightened, just barely. Then she shifted closer, her leg sliding over mine, caging but not pressing down. Her face was inches from mine, her breath mixing with my own.

"What if I’m not pretending?" she asked, her voice dropping lower. "What if I want to be gentle because I want you—not just your body, not just the heat, but the sound you make when you let go? What if I want to earn that?"

The honesty in her voice knocked sothing loose in my chest. I swallowed, my throat dry. "Elaine..."

"Alexander, just think over my words, will you?"

"I... we are not a couple."

"You don’t want this?"

"I want... but..."

She leaned in and kissed again. This ti it was deeper, slower, her tongue brushing my lower lip before sliding inside. I groaned, my hands rising to grip her hips. She humd against my mouth, and I felt her smile.

When she pulled back, her eyes were dark, her pupils wide. "Let show you," she murmured. "Let prove it."

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

She sat up, straddling my waist, and pulled her shirt over her head. Her breasts spilled free, full and heavy, and my breath caught. She moved with a lazy grace, unhooking her trousers and sliding them down her thighs. Her cock sprang free, already half-hard, thick and flushed, the base still smooth but promising the knot that would soon swell.

I stared. I’d seen it before, but each ti it felt new—impossible, formidable. The sight sent a hot pulse straight to my own cock, which was already pressing against my trousers, wetness soaking through from my pussy.

"Eyes on ," she said, not a command, but a request.

I looked up. She was watching with that careful, uncertain expression again, as if she were afraid of scaring off.

"I’m going to undress you now," she said. "And then I’m going to make love to you. Slowly. Thoroughly. And when you’re ready, I’m going to fill you with my knot. Maybe more than once."

My stomach flipped. "More than once?"

"If you can take it." Her hands found the button of my trousers. "Can you?"

I bit my lip. "I don’t know."

"Then we’ll find out together."

She peeled my trousers down, and my cock sprang free, small and pink, slick with precum. My pussy was already slick, glistening, the lips parted. Her gaze lingered there, and she let out a low sound of appreciation.

"Beautiful," she whispered. "Absolutely beautiful."

Heat flooded my cheeks. "Stop staring."

"I can’t help it." She leaned down and pressed a kiss to my thigh, then another, higher. "You’re a work of art, Alexander."

I shivered as her lips brushed the base of my cock. "Elaine..."

She looked up. "Tell what you want."

"I want you inside ," I said, the words tumbling out. "Please."

She smiled, slow and wicked. "Good boy."

"Don’t call that!"

She positioned herself over , her cock nudging against my wet folds. I gasped as the head pressed in, stretching open. She went slow, inch by inch, letting adjust. Her hands planted on either side of my head; her body arched over mine.

"You feel incredible," she breathed. "So tight."

I clung to her shoulders, my legs spreading wider. "More. Please—more."

She pushed deeper, and I cried out as her cock slid all the way in, the head pressing against my cervix. The sensation was overwhelming—fullness, stretch, heat. Her hips stilled, giving ti.

"Is this, okay?" she asked, her voice strained.

I could barely think. "Yes—fuck, yes."

She began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that had moaning with every thrust. Her cock dragged against my walls, hitting that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyes. My own cock throbbed, untouched, leaking onto my stomach.

"You’re so wet," she murmured. "Can you feel how much I want you?"

I could only nod, my words lost.

She increased her pace, the bed creaking beneath us. The sound of her hips slapping against mine filled the room, wet and obscene. I wrapped my legs around her waist, pulling her deeper.