My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 300 Elizabeths eyes were heavy and only partially open, her gaze distant and clouded with a dreamy haze.

The once-neat hairstyle she had pinned up earlier had unraveled, with damp strands clinging stubbornly to her flushed skin.

Her cheeks burned a deep red, more vivid than the warmth left after a soothing bath, while soft, alluring sighs escaped her slightly parted lips.

Elijah felt a surge of temptation rise within him again, even after they had just finished.

He couldnt resist the magnetic pull drawing him back to her once more.

She lay slumped over the back of the sofa, her body limp and relaxed, entirely at ease.

With deliberate care, he reached out to adjust her position, easing her into a more comfortable, flat posture.

Lowering himself before her, his gaze lingered, absorbing every detail of her.

Her silky, flawless skin bore the marks he had lefteach one a subtle testament to his presence.

It was oddly satisfying, as though he were an artist stepping back to admire a masterpiece hed poured himself into.

Elizabeths gaze shifted to him, and without hesitation, she reached out.

With her delicate hand wrapped around him, she began to move, her grip firm yet gentle, and it wasnt long before she felt him grow harder and heavier under her touch.

Elijah reached for her legs and gently pulled her closer.

She lifted her hips slightly, matching his movements.

flow of waves, each one lifting them higher before softly retreating,

what seemed like countless cycles,

gathered the clothes scattered on the floor

her upstairs, he brought

bathtub, turned on the water, and began to wash her with

the shower gel over her skin, ensuring every trace of it

lifted her out of

into her underwear, his eyes

briefly before he quickly

his feet, he

he made sure to

with steady hands, his touch both

her sleep, her body responded instinctively, her legs squeezing together and trapping

escaped her lips, and in that moment, the desire hed just managed to

smack on her bottom, his tone teasing as he murmured, You

in a soft

guided her to rest her head on his lap, his fingers brushing through

her long, silky hair, each strand slipping

breathing was steady and calm, a serene rhythm matching the peaceful expression

held earlier had softened, giving way to a quiet tranquility

were slightly bruised and tinted with red, lending her

Elizabeth, Elijah gently tucked her under the blanket and pressed

other side, Albin made his way back to the villa, occasionally

tried the door,