Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

ANASTASIA

The warmth of Aiden's touch sent shivers down my spine and I further leaned into his embrace. My fingers dig into his soft hair and I allowed his probing tongue entrance as our kiss deepened.

I let out a soft moan, pressing my chest deeper into him. My hands flattened on his chest as his hands pressed me deeper into his arms. Before long, my legs had taken a spot on either side of his body on the couch while we continued to ravage each other's lips.

His fingers massaged my scalp as he buried his fingers deep in my hair. The gentle pressure at the nape of my neck made me arch closer, my body responding to his touch as if no time had passed. The more intense the moment became, the more memories came rushing back into my head, as well as old emotions rising to the surface.

While the warmth of his embrace, I realized that some of my feelings for him never truly faded. They had only been lying dormant and waiting for the right moment to be awakened. I was reminded of the depth of what we once had.

A voice in my head screamed at me to leave, to get out of the arms of this betrayer, but it felt too good to be wrapped in his arms and kissed by him. I loved the feel of his hands as they cupped my ass and squeezed; how he pulled me into him just to make us inseparable for that one moment. I loved the feelings he ignited in me; I enjoyed the way my skin tingled wherever he touched, and I just wanted to stay in his arms forever.

My eyes rolled all to the back of my head and I arched my back when I felt his hand creep under my shirt and begin a trail upward. The feel of his palm against my bare skin was running me mad, and that was exactly the moment that I willed myself to come back to my senses.

just do? What the hell am I doing?! I reprimanded myself as I scrambled

a backward glance, I pulled myself up, ran to the door and fled the room, my heart beating rapidly

closed the door behind me, I closed my eyes and flattened my back on the wall beside the door

lower lip. And I still wished his hands were still on body, unraveling me like I was the special gift that he had longed for over a long time. I wished I was still in that room, on that couch, pressed to the hard contours of his

muttered under my breath. Why did I do that?

remained in bed

have blocked my ears with the pillows. Why did have to go to him? Why did I have to go so close to him without

slid down my cheeks. It has been years I

times.

be close to any man in such a way and one subtle touch from Aiden, I became a needy

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CLARA