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.

she raised her arms to loop around his neck, brushing her

hesitant, barely skimming his

a soft sound of frustration, cupping her chin with firm

your mouth,

lips parting

entwined, the heat between them growing as the

at her tongue, she winced, a small

vulnerability

to her waist, tugging at her clothes with practiced

neck, each kiss igniting her skin like

bra loosened under his touch, and her breath hitched

of her breasts into his mouth,

involuntarily, a quiet moan escaping her lips

on, his teeth grazing her softly,

the time he stripped her bare,

chest rising and falling rapidly as

still fully

her with a mixture of

contrast between

every button and fold of his shirt

comparison, looked like a temptressbare, inviting, and

began unbuttoning his shirt, deliberately slow, his smoldering

the bed, clutching it

both hands, his touch

slipped away the last barrier between them, letting the delicate fabric fall

roaming over her with an intensity that made

gaze, the

grabbed the stuffed toy again, clutching it as

from behind the plush barrier, she saw a small, knowing smile tugging

flared into

toy, glaring

defiance only made her more

down, his breath warm against her ear, and

warring with

quickening

hard, her

one smooth motion, he lifted her hips and entered her,

but the hesitation quickly melted away as he moved with

motion clearly, no longer numbed by outside

overwhelming

way to unrestrained cries as he pushed her further and further, leaving no room for

seemed tireless, relentless, drawing her

it was over, she lay against