Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Carol bit into him hard, and both of their mouths were filled with the taste of blood.

But he didn't stop.

How could two people be so physically close, yet their souls drifting further apart?

Carol was forced to tilt her head back slightly, gasping for air under his kisses.

After what felt like an eternity, Felix released her chin, his hands gripping her waist.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

The pain turned her face pale; she wasn't moved by this, not at all.

But he didn't seem to care about that, his grip on her waist unyielding, as if he wanted to shatter her into pieces.

When it was over, Carol's forehead was slick with sweat.

She lay on the bed, utterly drained, not even considering the possibility of getting up.

A rustle beside her, and then Felix was wiping her brow with a tissue.

"Get out."

Her voice was hoarse when she said the words; exhaustion made it difficult to even glare at him. She surrendered to sleep.

Felix covered her with a blanket, tucked it in, and then he went outside to smoke, staring up at the sky.

a wind shaking

enough, so

midnight, he turned

hours, every movement a struggle, her

up to watch

He shook her gently.

her head under

peeled it away, only to be met with a

slept for half an hour, and had regained a bit of strength, but

as

to watch them!

yanked her from the bed, threw a heavy coat over her, and

familiar scent, but it brought no warmth, only

fireworks exploded, and the

every year, but you

Miller family's estate had the best view, and President Miller had bought it for that reason—to fulfill Carol's girlish

had watched the fireworks annually, but over the

she had

watched now were

her eyes, too tired

and afterward, he

eyes shut, unwilling to

the fireworks burst? Was it

attention and didn't

bed, she closed her

Felix flipped her over and began

snapped open,

Brown, are you in heat tonight?"