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.

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

seemed like countless

the floor and

her upstairs, he brought her into

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

her skin, ensuring every trace of it was rinsed away,

he gently lifted her out of the tub and carefully dried

his eyes caught

before he quickly

to his feet, he grabbed

started experiencing discomfort more frequently, he made sure to keep a variety of

ointment with steady hands, his touch both careful

sleep, her body responded instinctively,

in that moment, the desire hed just managed to suppress

he gave her a light, playful smack on her bottom, his tone teasing as he murmured, You little

ointment was fully applied, he dressed her in a soft

head on his lap, his fingers brushing through her hair as she

to dry her long, silky hair, each strand slipping through his fingers like

and calm, a serene rhythm matching the peaceful expression now gracing

to a quiet tranquility that made

slightly bruised

the blanket and

side, Albin made his way

in thought, he tried the