My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 241 Elizabeth knew that resisting now would only appear overly theatrical.

Elizabeth’s voice was scarcely a murmur as she spoke, “Darling,” the word tinged with a shy vulnerability.

She had uttered it countless times before—sometimes with sincerity, sometimes as part of a carefully rehearsed act.

Yet never had the word sounded so tender, so hauntingly beautiful, as it did at that moment.

He gazed down at her radiant face, droplets of water trickling from her damp hair to her temple.

In her eyes, gleaming with emotion, he saw his own reflection.

The room was steeped in silence, broken only by the soft rhythm of their uneven breaths and the pounding of their hearts.

Elijah knew with certainty—this yearning wasn’t caused by the drug.

The trace of aphrodisiac in the drinks had been negligible to him, scarcely worth a second consideration.

He recalled a far darker time, ambushed during a business trip abroad, where he’d been subjected to interrogation-grade substances potent enough to nearly shatter him.

For seven grueling hours, he had endured, using a knife to carve into his thigh, the pain his only tether to consciousness.

That unyielding resolve had secured him a position in foreign markets, earning him both respect and fear from corporate giants and shadowed underworld figures alike.

His eyes smoldered as they met hers, his voice dropping to a low, passionate pitch.

“Do you know who I am?”

“You’re Elijah,” Elizabeth murmured, her voice trembling, thick with unspoken desire.

“My husband.”

unbearable and all-consuming, and

sent a surge of satisfaction

this moment, she knew this closeness was theirs

be him, just as it

forehead, his touch lingering as he traced the curve of her cheek, before his lips claimed

as though he sought to lose

hitched, a soft, involuntary moan slipping past her lips, as she melted

away, lifting her

sharp sting pierced through her, and a cry escaped her

silencing her cries with

his tenderness, touched something deep within

wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling

response shattered the last remnants of

thickened with heat and desire as their bodies found a rhythm that was new to

was driven by a hunger that could not be satisfied, his movements frantic, as

Elizabeth was intoxicated by the pleasure, but soon it

end, she lay there, exhausted and yielding, letting him take what

sleep, she felt herself spiraling

she awoke, the sky outside glowed with

was gone, but the air still hummed with the memory of

however, had been meticulously

over, thinking it was still morning, and tried to pull

Perfect timing,” Elijah’s voice broke

“Dinner’s ready.

and let’s head

hanging loosely, revealing the sculpted muscles of