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.

took her in. She was

to her, a quiet grace that felt almost

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

against my palm, and I thrust into her, slow

perfect, her body gripping me like she'd been waiting for this. I hit back

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

out with a slick, deliberate rhythm, each thrust sending

Her

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

raw, possessive, and I could't get

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then, tracing the two jagged scars that marred the skin there-marks I'd taken for

she leaned up, pressing her lips to them. The warmth of her kiss against these rough. faded lines hit me like a punch, sending a

shaking as 1 stilled, letting

me from a night. I'd stepped

to shield

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

now, kissing the evidence of my guilt, only

said, my hand slipping from her

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

hitting that spot inside her that made

sound of her-soft, desperate, unrestrained now-pushed me closer to

her mouth again, whispering, "Shh, love," as I moved harder, faster, losing myself in her heat, in the way she clenched around me like

body shuddering beneath me, her muffled cry vibrating against my hand. I followed right after, the pressure snapping, spilling into her with a low,

arms trembled as I held myself above her, our breaths tangling in the quiet aftermath. I pulled my hand away, brushing a

sheets after, her head on my chest,

I stared at the ceiling, my fingers tracing circles on her

What if she remembered?