My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 874:

But then, a hand slid up her waist. Cool. Strong. It cupped her chest, fingers grazing, teasing—not hurried, not aggressive, almost… comforting.

Instead of panic, an odd sense of calm washed over her. Why was she allowing this? Was this a dream?

Or was she simply… too exhausted to care?

Lately, she had been stretched thin, overwhelmed by expectations, pressure, and loneliness. Maybe this was what she needed—an escape, a moment of reckless abandon.

“It’s not a big deal,” she reasoned hazily. “We’re both adults. A casual encounter is nothing shocking anymore.”

With that thought, her hand moved, tracing the contours of his back.

Taut muscles. Firm. Steady.

his touch, the way he smelled—the cool eaglewood fragrance—felt

this hazy state, she was thinking of him. She laughed at

on by her touch, the man’s movements deepened, fingers pressing more insistently. A slow

soft, breathy moan escaped

if something inside him snapped—his patience disappeared. His hand slid lower, finding the zipper

her skin as fabric shifted. A firm palm

gasp—her own voice, soft

F𝖎rst 𝒂pp𝓮ared 𝒊n gⲁ𝅘𝓁𝗇𝑜ν𝖊𝗅⩼𝒸𝗈𝗺

woke up with the remnants of a headache lingering. An intense, strange desire washed

him in bed lay a figure, shrouded in the darkness of the room. Though he couldn’t see her face clearly, his body reacted as if Carrie were beside him—an instinctual feeling he had only ever experienced

Before falling asleep, he had texted Aliza, confirming his location at the

to Aliza was real—it just needed the right

next to him, planting soft kisses along her stomach, which gradually turned into more intimate touches. Feeling the slight