The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 269

Chapter 269: A Fragile Redemption On Bed

Sean POV

The room was dins, the faint glow of the bedside lamp spilling across Angela's bare skin, printing her in soft gold.

The house was hushed, the only sounds the distant hum of the down the hall. and the quiet, steady breaths of Arix and Erian deeping

I knelt between her legs, my hands resting on her thighs, fooling the tremor her muscles as I lowered my head. The stiffened at first, het breath catching in a thaip, shy gasjs.

"Sean, what are you" she started, her voice tight with embarrassment, her hands hovering uncertainly above me.

I'd never done this before, the flash creeping up her neck told me

“Shh, just let me," I murmuned, my lips brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. My voice was low, craving, as I nudged her legs apart a little more.

"Trust me, love

She hesitated, her body rigid with nerves, but I kept going, slow and deliberate, kissing my way closer until my mouth hovered over

her pussy

The first touch of my tongue was gentle, tentative, and she jolted, a soft whimper escaping her.

I glanced up, catching the way her eyes squeezed shut, her hands fisting the sheets. It was intoxicating-her shyness, her vulnerability-and I guided her through it, my tongue tracing slow, steady circles around her clit until her tension started to melt.

Her breathing shifted, growing ragged, and I felt her relax under me opening up to the pleasure I was giving her.

Seeing her unravel like that-my woman, blooming under my touch was a satisfaction I couldn't put into words.

When she came, her thighs trembling and a choked cry slipping out, pressed a final kiss to her, my chest swelling with a quiet, primal pride.

braced on the mattress I took her in. She was different-fuller, softer, her body marked by the years of motherhood she'd

quiet grace that felt almost sacred,

her hard, but my hand slid up to "The kids are sleeping." cover her mouth gently. "Quiet, baby," I rasped, my voice

her breath hot against my palm, and

for this. I hit back a groan, my hips grinding against hers -as

free hand hooking under her knee, pulling it higher around my waist. "You feel

my cock sliding in and out with a slick, deliberate rhythm, each thrust sending a jolt through

Her

vibrated against my hand, and I pressed harder, not just to hush her but to feel that desperate tremor, to know

and

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A Fragile Redemption

jagged

her kiss against these rough. faded lines hit me like

voice shaking as 1 stilled,

scars were my opology-elched into me from a night.

shield

enough. She'd been alone in Haly, pregnant and scared, giving birth to our twins while I was half a world away, Tailing as a husband, a father. The pain she'd endured, the nights sd cried without me-two scars couldn't

now, kissing the evidence of my guilt, only made the che

so beautiful," I said, my hand slipping from her

of it, because she was-mature, radiant, a mother in every sense,

inside her that made her gasp,

of her-soft, desperate, unrestrained now-pushed me

in her heat, in the way she clenched around me like she never wanted to lot

me, her muffled cry vibrating against my hand. I followed

as I held myself above her, our breaths tangling in the quiet aftermath. I pulled my hand away, brushing a damp strand of hair from

after, her head on my chest,

ache crept in. I stared at the ceiling, my fingers tracing circles on her back,

What if she remembered?