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.

loop around his neck, brushing her lips

hesitant, barely skimming his

frustration, cupping her chin with firm but

mouth, he

obeyed, her lips parting as he

the heat between them growing as the kiss stretched

he nipped at her tongue, she winced, a small gasp

up at him, her eyes brimming with vulnerability

hands moved to her waist, tugging at her clothes with practiced

her neck, each kiss igniting her skin

loosened under his touch, and her breath

lowered his head, taking one of her breasts into his mouth,

body arched involuntarily, a quiet moan escaping her

on, his teeth grazing her softly, leaving her trembling

he stripped her bare, only

her chest rising and falling rapidly as she

still fully dressed, straightened

over her with a mixture of

between them

button and fold of

like a temptressbare, inviting, and

began unbuttoning his shirt, deliberately slow, his smoldering gaze never

from the bed, clutching it to her chest

her legs with both hands, his touch firm

slipped away the last barrier between them, letting the delicate

eyes roaming over her with an intensity that

under his gaze, the vulnerable position leaving her feeling

toy again, clutching

barrier, she saw a

embarrassment flared into

the toy, glaring at

however, her defiance only

down, his breath warm against her ear,

her pride warring with the growing

body betrayed her, her pulse quickening as his lips grazed

swallowed hard, her voice

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

uncertain, but the hesitation

motion clearly, no longer numbed by outside

the last, overwhelming her

to unrestrained cries as he pushed her further

drawing her into wave

lay against the