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.

the way he smelled—the cool

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

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

breathy moan

hitched, suddenly heavier. Then—as if something inside him snapped—his patience disappeared. His hand

as fabric shifted. A firm palm pressed

own voice, soft and

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a headache lingering. An intense, strange desire washed over him

him in bed lay a figure, shrouded in the darkness of the room. Though he couldn’t see her face clearly, his

beside him. Before falling asleep, he

real—it just needed the right

along her stomach, which gradually turned into more intimate touches. Feeling the slight quiver of her body, he took it