My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 283 Elizabeths breath hitched, her body stiff with anxiety as she attempted to push Elijah away.

Elijahs lips pressed against hers, his tongue parting her lips with determined passion.

Her resistance seemed only to fuel his desire.

Not here, she managed to say, her voice muffled against his relentless kiss.

For her, the piano wasnt merely a piece of furniture.

It was a link to her grandfathera symbol of his passion and legacy.

The thought of their intimacy defiling it made her stomach churn.

Elijah pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark and intense.

You agreed to be with me? His voice was low, raspy, full of longing.

Before she could answer, he scooped her into his arms effortlessly, leaving no room for resistance.

He made his way to her bedroom.

The room was simple yet inviting, with comic book posters decorating the shelves and floral sheets on the bed, smelling faintly of fresh laundry.

Elijah set her down gently, his body leaning over hers.

She stared up at him, her eyes wide with nervous energy, her lips slightly parted as she struggled to steady her breath.

Her vulnerability shimmered in the soft light, a blend of fear and reluctant anticipation making her even more captivating.

Her thoughts raced.

How had they reached this point? How had things escalated so swiftly? Yet, the idea of stopping now felt strangely disingenuous.

Elijahs lips brushed against hers once more, slow and deliberate, before he whispered, Elizabeth… are you afraid? Her breath faltered.

Whether it happened once or a hundred times, did it really matter anymore? Her gaze traced his faceevery sharp line, every perfect angle.

He was handsome, infuriatingly so, and undeniably her type.

Memories of the last time lingered in her mind, clouded by pain and exhaustion brought on by circumstance, not passion.

After the divorce, he would be with Sandra.

That much was certain.

But the thought of leaving him spent and hollow, unable to give his all to another woman, felt like poetic revenge.

Was this acceptance or just an excuse? She didnt know, but she let go of her reservations, her mind surrendering to the moment even as her body led the way.

his neck, brushing her lips against his

inexperienced, hesitant, barely skimming his

a soft sound of frustration, cupping her chin

your mouth, he

her lips parting as he

between them growing as the

at her tongue, she winced, a small

looked up at him, her eyes brimming with vulnerability

tugging

her neck, each kiss igniting her skin like sparks on dry

her breath hitched as her bare skin was exposed

into his mouth, his tongue swirling in slow,

involuntarily, a quiet moan escaping

grazing her softly, leaving

time he stripped her bare, only a

lay vulnerable beneath him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her

fully dressed,

gaze roamed over her with

contrast between them

dressed, every button and

in comparison, looked like a temptressbare, inviting, and

deliberately slow, his smoldering gaze never

a stuffed toy from the bed, clutching it to her chest in a futile attempt to

her legs with both hands, his touch firm

he slipped away the last barrier between them, letting

her with an intensity

the vulnerable position

she grabbed the stuffed toy again, clutching it as a

she peeked at him from behind the plush barrier, she saw a small, knowing

embarrassment flared into

toy,

Elijah, however, her defiance only made

his breath warm against her ear,

her pride warring with the growing warmth

quickening as his lips grazed

swallowed hard, her

A spark flickered in his eyes, and in one smooth motion, he lifted her hips and

uncertain, but the hesitation quickly melted away as

felt every motion clearly, no longer numbed by

built on the last, overwhelming her as

hoarse, soft gasps giving way to unrestrained cries as he pushed her further and

relentless, drawing her into wave

against the pillow, her