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.

gentle ebb and flow of waves, each one lifting them higher before

countless cycles, Elijah

gathered the clothes scattered on the floor and lifted her relaxed

he brought her into the

her in the bathtub, turned on the water,

over her skin, ensuring every trace of it was rinsed

gently lifted her out of

into her underwear, his eyes caught the redness and

before he quickly looked

to his feet, he grabbed

frequently, he made sure to

the ointment with steady hands, his touch both

body responded instinctively, her legs squeezing

her lips, and in that moment, the desire

light, playful smack on her bottom,

ointment was fully applied, he dressed her in a soft silk nightgown, the

her head on his lap, his fingers brushing through her

long, silky hair, each strand slipping through his fingers like black silk,

a serene rhythm matching the peaceful expression now gracing her

shed held earlier had softened, giving way to a quiet tranquility that made her

from his passionate kisses, were slightly bruised and tinted with

to Elizabeth, Elijah gently tucked her under the blanket and pressed a soft kiss to

way back to the

he tried the door, only to