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.

her arms to loop around his neck, brushing her

kiss was inexperienced, hesitant, barely

a soft sound of frustration, cupping her chin with

mouth, he

lips parting as he deepened

them growing as the kiss stretched on, leaving

at her tongue, she winced, a small

up at him, her eyes brimming with vulnerability and confusion, but it only seemed to

hands moved to her waist, tugging at

path down her neck, each kiss igniting her skin

bra loosened under his touch, and her breath hitched as her bare skin was exposed to

his head, taking one of her breasts into

involuntarily, a quiet moan escaping her lips despite her

teeth grazing her softly, leaving her

bare, only a

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

fully

roamed over her with a mixture of hunger and

contrast between them

every button

looked like a temptressbare, inviting, and completely at his

began unbuttoning his shirt, deliberately slow, his smoldering

the bed, clutching it to her chest in

legs with both hands,

hand, he slipped away the last barrier between them, letting

paused, his eyes roaming over her with an intensity that made her cheeks

his gaze, the vulnerable

stuffed toy again, clutching it as a

at him from behind the plush barrier, she saw a small, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his

embarrassment flared

toy, glaring

defiance only made

down, his breath warm against her ear, and whispered,

pride warring with

betrayed her, her pulse quickening as his

swallowed hard, her

and in one smooth motion, he lifted

and uncertain, but the hesitation quickly melted away as he moved with precision and

clearly, no longer numbed by

overwhelming

as he pushed

relentless, drawing her into wave after wave

against the pillow,