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.

about his touch, the way he smelled—the cool

hazy state, she was

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

soft, breathy moan escaped her

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

cool air on her skin as fabric shifted. A firm palm

gasp—her own voice, soft and

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up with the remnants of a headache lingering. An intense, strange desire washed over him as he regained

to 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

Carrie beside him. Before falling asleep, he had texted Aliza, confirming his location at the hotel. It had to be her next to

that his attraction to Aliza was real—it just needed the

planting soft kisses along her stomach, which gradually turned into more intimate touches. Feeling the slight quiver of her body, he took it as a sign of encouragement, continuing