Marriage with my daughter's father: Darling please be gentle - Chapter 148

Chapter 148: Chapter 148: Is this how you’re going to be now?
Meanwhile, inside another room, Stanley continued to snuggle Lilac, making her giggle at his unexpected sweetness.

“Is this how you’re going to be now?” Lilac asked, amused by the sudden change in him.

Stanley had been nothing but cold to her ever since that night. Not only had he hurt her, but he also refused to acknowledge what had happened between them.

But now, after she’d finally managed to break through the walls he had built around his heart — by finding the right way in—he was slowly beginning to open up in ways she had never imagined.

Looking up at her, Stanley asked softly, “Don’t you like me anymore?”

Lilac chuckled, watching as he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

“You always wanted me to cling to you,” he added with a hint of playful accusation.

And he wasn’t wrong. She couldn’t deny it. She had always dreamed of Stanley loving her the same way she loved him, and now, with her dream finally unfolding before her eyes, she felt completely overwhelmed.

Before she could respond, Stanley closed the gap and claimed her lips once more, pulling her into a slow, rhythmic kiss.

A soft moan escaped her as her hand pressed lightly against his chest, while he kissed her with a sweetness that lingered — almost as if he were savoring her like candy.

Something about the moment felt surreal, but even so, she couldn’t bring herself to wish for anything else. It reminded her of that night — the way they had unraveled each other, forgetting the world beyond the walls. The feeling was the same, and she could only hope it would last.

“Stanley, I think I should leave before Grandpa comes looking for me,” Lilac gasped, pulling back slightly. But her heart skipped a beat the moment she caught the lingering lust darkening his eyes.

Stanley had no intention of letting her go—not now, not after finally tasting the oasis he had long denied himself. Lilac was like water in the middle of a desert, and after having her once more, the thought of parting was unbearable.

Without wasting another second, he captured her lips again, this time kissing her deeper, more possessively, erasing every trace of her resolve to leave.

He knew he had messed up back then. He had hurt her, pushed her away, and pretended none of it mattered. But now, with the weight of realization pressing into his chest, he knew the truth—he wanted her, more than anything. And now that he finally had her, there was no way he’d let her slip away again.

Lilac moaned softly against his mouth, her hands tightening against his chest. She barely had time to catch her breath before Stanley took advantage of the moment, slipping his tongue into her mouth, exploring her with a hunger that spoke of all the times he’d craved this — craved her.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, not yet, but deep down Stanley knew the truth. He had always wanted Lilac like this. Just like that night, when the world outside had ceased to exist and all that remained was the two of them, losing themselves in each other without a care.

“I’ve always wanted this, Lilac,” he finally confessed, his voice low and honest, catching her completely off guard.

Lilac stared into his eyes, searching for even the smallest trace of doubt or deception — but all she found was the raw, unshakable truth reflected back at her.

She had always suspected he felt something for her, but hearing it spoken aloud — clear and unfiltered — felt like a dream she was afraid to wake from.

With slow, deliberate movements, she reached up and cupped his face, her thumb brushing gently over his cheek. Then, leaning in, she pressed a soft, soothing kiss to his lips. What started as tender quickly deepened, turning wild and hungry, until neither of them could resist the pull of desire any longer.

Their bodies tangled together, hands wandering, mapping each other like it was the first time all over again. Stanley’s palms roamed her curves, fingertips teasing her through the thin fabric before slipping beneath her top and lifting it over her head.

Lilac gasped when, without warning, he covered her eyes with one hand, heightening her senses as he leaned down to explore her bare skin.

His tongue grazed her chest, warm and teasing, sending shivers cascading down her spine. With unhurried precision, he eased the cup of her bra aside and took her already sensitive nipple into his mouth.

The swirl of his tongue, the wet heat of his mouth, and the soft suction sent a wave of pleasure rolling through her, leaving her breathless.

“Stanley, I—” She whispered, her voice shaky and barely audible, lost in the haze of the moment.

“Look at me, Lilac,” he murmured, his voice deep and commanding, as his tongue swirled slowly over her exposed bud.

Her eyes met his, held captive by the intensity burning in them, even as he began trailing soft, lingering kisses down her body, moving lower and lower until he reached her flat, exposed stomach.

When his tongue dipped into her bellybutton, a shiver coursed through her, the sensation overwhelming and electric.

“You’re beautiful, Lilac,” he whispered, lifting his face to meet her gaze once more.

The pure admiration in his eyes made her chest tighten, leaving her breathless — it almost felt too perfect, like a dream. But Stanley didn’t give her the chance to drift away. In the next moment, his lips were on hers again, claiming her mouth in a searing, possessive kiss.

As their mouths moved in sync, his hand traveled along the curve of her waist, gliding lower until it reached the edge of her panties. Without breaking the kiss, he slid his hand beneath the delicate fabric, his fingers brushing against her most sensitive spot.

She was already soaked, her body more than ready for him — eager, waiting, and completely lost in the moment.

Lilac’s mind went blank the second his fingers brushed against her, and without any warning, he thrust into her.

Her body arched instinctively at the overwhelming sensation, goosebumps prickling across her skin as waves of pleasure washed over her.

All she could focus on was Stanley — the way he touched her, the way he worshipped every inch of her like she was something sacred. In that moment, everything else faded. The thought of leaving, the worry of being caught — all of it disappeared, replaced by a single, undeniable need for more.

And Stanley had stopped her in the only way that mattered — not with words, but with a touch so addictive that now she didn’t want to go anywhere at all.

“Come for me, Lilac,” he whispered against her ear, his voice deep and coaxing as he continued his relentless rhythm until she finally came undone — her release spilling over his fingers, warm and wet.

Lilac gasped as the wave of pleasure crashed through her, leaving her breathless. A soft, satisfied smile tugged at her lips as the last tremors faded from her body.

Stanley pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, lingering for a moment before pulling back. Without another word, he climbed off the bed.

“Come, let me clean you,” he said, his tone softer now, as he made his way toward the bathroom.

Lilac lay there, still catching her breath, her gaze following him — watching in quiet awe, her heart fluttering at the unexpected tenderness in his every move.

By the time they were done, Lilac was fully dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed, quietly admiring the man standing before her.

Reaching out slowly, she took his hand in hers and teased, “Is this how you plan to make up for everything? Giving me orgasms until I forget?”

Her lighthearted words brought a faint smile to Stanley’s lips, but beneath that smile, her joke stirred the guilt he had been trying to bury — the guilt of hurting her all this time.

Without a word, he lowered himself to his knees in front of her, gently lifting her hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

“I’m sorry for hurting you, Lilac,” he whispered. “I only ever pushed you away because I thought I wasn’t good enough for you. I believed you deserved better — not someone as broken as me.”

Her heart softened at the raw honesty in his voice, her gaze flicking to the faint redness gathering in his eyes. With a tender touch, she cupped his face and caressed his cheek before leaning in, pressing a gentle, reassuring kiss to his lips.

When she pulled back, her voice shifted, quiet but curious. “What deal did you make with my brother?”

The question caught Stanley off guard, the surprise flickering across his face.

Lilac studied him, her expression serious now. She needed to know why Stanley — after everything — would willingly step back into the very world Kalix had once pulled him out of. Why choose that path, that life of illegal battles, when peace was finally within his reach?

Lilac sat in silence, waiting — hoping that this time, Stanley would finally open up and tell her the truth about the deal he’d made with Kalix. But instead, he simply stood up and turned away, his eyes fixed on the floor, deliberately avoiding her gaze.

She could see it clear as day — he was trying to brush it off, to bury it like everything else he didn’t want to face. But Lilac wasn’t going to let him slip away so easily, not this time.

Pushing herself to her feet, she moved to stand directly in front of him, blocking his escape, her steady gaze locking onto his.

“Tell me, Stanley. What is it that you’re hiding?” She asked, her voice firm and unwavering, laced with quiet determination.

She wasn’t going to back down — not until she got the truth.

“I’m looking for someone,” he finally broke his silence, his voice low but steady.

The simple confession left Lilac stunned, her mind racing to grasp the weight behind his words.