Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 112

Alexander POV.

The warm water cascaded down around us, creating a mist that wrapped us in our own world. The shower tiles were slick beneath my feet, but I barely noticed; my focus was entirely on Christiana.

She stood before me after pulling away to catch her breath from the deep kiss she initiated. Water was streaming down her body, highlighting every curve, every contour of her skin. It was mesmerizing, the way the droplets clung to her like tiny jewels, reflecting the light and dancing along the curves of her hips.

Her eyes met mine, and in that instant, the air between us was filled with a heat that stirred up something deep within me. I reached for her, my fingers intertwining with her wet hair as I pulled her closer, capturing her lips with mine. The kiss was soft at first, but the urgency of the moment quickly transformed it into something deeper, more primal. Our mouths moved together, the taste of her mingling with the warm water, and it felt as if we were both drowning in each other.

“Alex,” she whispered against my lips, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rushing water. The way my name fell from her mouth sent a thrill through me, awakening every nerve ending, igniting a fire in my veins. I pulled her closer still, feeling her warmth against my body as I pressed her back against the cool tiles.

My hands explored her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips. I needed to touch her, to feel her, to lose myself in the sensations that only she could provoke. The world outside the shower ceased to exist; it was just the two of us, caught in a moment that felt both eternal and fleeting.

“Don’t stop,” she urged, her breath hitching as I trailed kisses down her neck, the taste of her skin intoxicating. Each kiss was a promise, a reminder of everything we had been through and everything we could be. Her fingers found their way to my hair, tugging gently, guiding me closer to her as if she couldn’t get enough.

I lifted her, my hands sliding beneath her thighs as I pressed her against the wall, her legs wrapping around me instinctively. The water cascaded over us, but all I could feel was the heat radiating from her body, our connection electric. Her breath came in soft gasps, and every sound she made sent shockwaves through me, echoing in the deepest parts of my soul.

“Alex,” she gasped again, and the way she said my name was a melody I wanted to play on repeat. It was of desire and need, and I wanted to lose myself in it completely. I thrust deeper, our bodies moving perfectly, the water washing away our doubts, our fears, leaving only the weight of our connection.

Every movement brought us closer to the edge, and I could see the conflict in her eyes, the mixture of pleasure and vulnerability. But in that moment, vulnerability felt like strength. We were bare, stripped of everything but our raw emotions, our hearts laid out in the open. I wanted to capture this moment forever, to engrave it in my mind as a reminder that despite everything we had been through, we were still here, still fighting for each other.

“Just like that,” she breathed, her voice thick with emotion, and it was all I needed. I deepened the kiss, pouring everything I felt into it…every moment of joy, every ounce of pain, all the love that threatened to overwhelm me. Her body reacted to mine, responding to my every touch as if it were instinctual, and I could feel her climbing closer to her peak.

“Christiana,” I whispered, my voice raw with desire. “I’m not letting you go. Not now, not ever.” I needed her to know that this wasn’t just a fleeting moment. I wanted this, us, together, forever.

With one final thrust, we spiraled together into bliss, the world around us fading as we surrendered to the overwhelming waves of pleasure. I felt her body tighten around mine, her cries echoing in the shower, merging with the sound of water as we fell over the edge together.

As the world slowly came back into focus, I held her close, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against mine, the steam swirling around us like a cocoon. This moment felt infinite, and as I looked into her eyes, I knew that we had forged something beautiful, something worth fighting for.

pressed my forehead against hers, a soft smile playing on my –lips. “I love you,” I whispered, hoping she could see the truth

almost shy, but it lit up her face

!

weight of her words. Christiana, the woman I had convinced myself I had lost forever, stood there… her eyes shimmering with something that flickered like a flame,

love you,

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Chapter 112

she had just said. It felt surreal, like I was in a dream from which I

yet tender, and a tremor in her voice betrayed her vulnerability. “It’s

words came out. I wanted to laugh, to scream, to pull her into my arms and kiss her until we both forgot

banging against the bedroom door jolted us back to reality. “Mommy! Daddy! Are you coming

to ignore them, yet all I could think about was Christiana standing in front of me, still damp from the shower, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders, and the warmth radiating from her body. I

she said softly, pulling my gaze back to her. The tad of hope

everything outside this moment. “Did you really mean it? You love me?” My voice was shaky, doubt creeping in that this

“I do. And I

of what we had been through and the walls she had built came crashing down,

gaze softened, the tension in her shoulders easing as she stepped closer to me, the air crackling between us. “We both have,

Daddy! Open the door!” The kids‘ voices became more insistent, and I felt a twinge of

voice

on my lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Shh. Just for a

against me, feeling the warmth of her body seep into my skin.

kids started pounding on the bedroom

chuckled softly, her eyes dancing with delight. “Maybe we should let them in,” she said

anxiety. “Let them wait a little