Chapter 437

"Alexander, wait!"

Evelyn quickly reached out to stop him, sensing the restless energy radiating from his body.

His voice was low, laced with desire. "Why? What is it?"

"I—" She hesitated, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. She needed to tell him she couldn’t afford any physical exertion right now.

Before she could explain, Alexander captured her lips again, his kiss deep and urgent, leaving no room for protest.

Heat flooded Evelyn’s cheeks. She placed her hands against his chest in a feeble attempt to push him away, but he only tightened his grip, pressing her closer. His breath was warm against her ear as he murmured, "We can talk later."

Was he really this impatient? Evelyn knew if she didn’t speak now, it would be too late. Alexander was young, strong, and full of relentless stamina.

After being trapped by Ethan for nearly three weeks, he had held back last night, thinking she needed rest. His restraint had been admirable—but now, his hunger was undeniable.

Feeling the intensity of his need, Evelyn realized things were escalating too fast. She cupped his face, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze.

"Alexander… I’m pregnant."

Silence.

He froze, his expression shifting from desire to stunned disbelief.

Evelyn met his gaze, her heart pounding. "I'm pregnant," she confessed softly. "I found out the night Ethan took me away, but I never got the chance to tell you."

She reached for Alexander's hand and guided it to her abdomen. "There's a baby here. Our baby."

For a moment, Alexander simply stared at her, his expression unreadable. Then, realization dawned in his eyes, widening them in shock. "You're serious?" he murmured, lowering himself until his lips brushed against her stomach.

Evelyn couldn't help but smile at his reaction. Alexander, always so composed and sharp, now looked utterly disarmed. At barely a month along, there was nothing for him to hear, but his eagerness warmed her heart.

He pressed his ear against her, listening with exaggerated focus. Amused, she teased, "Hear anything? Or just my stomach growling?"

After a long pause, he lifted his head, his voice low and rough. "I heard it."

"Heard what?" she asked, bewildered.

"The baby," he said, his lips curving into a slow, wicked smile. "Told me we can definitely do this."

Evelyn's breath hitched.

Before she could react, Alexander pulled her into his arms, his fingers tangling in her hair as he kissed her—deep, possessive, and just rough enough to make her pulse race. Even though she was the one on top, she melted into him, surrendering to the heat of his touch.

He wasn't gentle. Not entirely.

His mouth moved over hers with bruising intensity, leaving her lips tingling and her body aching. They didn't go further—couldn't, not now—but the way he teased her, the way his hands traced slow, maddening paths over her skin, left her trembling and breathless.

Alexander was endlessly creative in showing his affection, leaving Evelyn breathless and clinging to him for balance.

His arms wrapped around her from behind, their bodies pressed together so closely it felt like they shared one heartbeat. The heat of his skin against hers blurred all boundaries between them.

His warm exhale danced across the nape of her neck, igniting a trail of goosebumps down her spine.

To her own astonishment, Evelyn realized she was becoming addicted to this—to him. The safety of his embrace, the way his presence wrapped around her like sunlight. She never wanted to move.