The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 70

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 70: The Interruption**

[Evelyn’s POV]

A wave of undeniable, intoxicating heat surged through my entire being, igniting every nerve ending like a spark in dry kindling. I had not foreseen Alexander kissing me with such fervor, yet it was a delightful surprise that left me breathless, and I certainly couldn’t claim to be displeased. In fact, if he continued this way, I might just abandon the confines of my chair and find myself nestled in his lap, utterly lost in the moment.

The desire coursing through me was palpable; I yearned to weave my fingers through his thick, raven hair, pulling him closer, as if to merge our very beings. The thought of tearing away that infuriating mask he wore, revealing the hidden side of his face, sent a thrill through me. What was it about that secretive part of him that drew me in so fiercely?

Then, reality struck me like a heavy blow, and my heart sank into my stomach with a fierce intensity.

I wanted him. All of him.

My hands practically itched to shred the fabric of his clothing, to uncover every inch of skin that lay beneath. Each time I had felt the undeniable hardness of his body pressed against mine, my curiosity had only intensified. He was not merely average in any sense; he was a force of nature.

What on earth was I thinking? He was far beyond anything I had ever encountered.

The moment Alexander’s tongue slipped past my lips, I felt myself melting into a puddle right there in my seat. My cheeks flushed with heat at the vivid memory of our tongues dancing together, a tantalizing duet that left me craving more. He took charge of the kiss with an expertise that left me utterly captivated, dominating the moment in a way that was both thrilling and intoxicating.

And to my surprise, I found myself reveling in his control. He was worlds more experienced than I was, and I could feel that he knew precisely how to make this moment feel electrifying. Why would I dare to interfere with that?

It was as if he had flipped an internal switch that I hadn’t even known existed. My mind raced, still reeling from the sensation of his hand gripping my jaw, drawing me closer. His scent wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, and there was no way I could pull away now.

Whether he realized it or not, he was awakening something deep within me, a yearning that begged to be explored in every possible way.

He knew I was a virgin; he had known since our very first meeting. He hadn’t ridiculed me for it, but he also hadn’t taken any steps to change that status. For the longest time, I had been convinced that perhaps I simply didn’t ignite any spark of attraction in him. Yet, as we navigated the delicate dance of our relationship, inching closer and growing comfortable in our shared space, something shifted.

But that kiss… dear God.

It was enough to nearly unseat me from my chair. The heat radiating through my body left me breathless, my skin aflame with an undeniable longing. I felt an overwhelming urge to press my thighs together, fully aware of the damp heat pooling between them.

When Alexander finally pulled away, I stifled a whimper, a sound of desperation that threatened to escape my lips. I silently prayed to whatever forces might be listening that I still possessed some semblance of self-control. If not, I would have wished for the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

My heart raced with an intensity I had never known, but nothing could have prepared me for the heart-wrenching vulnerability reflected in Alexander’s gaze. In that moment, he looked so open, so raw, it took me back to that early morning when I had emerged from the haze of my Belladonna attack, and there he was, leaning over me with the same pleading expression.

Clearly, he had something he wanted to say.

“Evelyn, I have to—”

But before he could finish, a sharp voice broke through the charged atmosphere.

“Sir!”

Both Alexander and I turned our heads sharply to find Oliver standing resolutely by the doors, a look of urgency etched across his face that demanded Alexander’s immediate attention. My heart sank as I cursed inwardly.

Son of a bitch!

From the tone of Oliver’s voice, I knew something significant was afoot, and Alexander was about to be pulled away from me. I had never considered myself a needy person; I prided myself on my self-sufficiency and reliability.

When I entered this marriage, I had vowed to Alexander that I would never interfere with his work. Yet the mere thought of him being whisked away for some unknown business felt like a child watching their beloved toy being snatched away.

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