My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 189

Chapter 189:

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Carrie’s breath hitched, a soft, involuntary moan slipping past her lips as she melted into him.

His hands moved with purpose, slipping the delicate fabric away, lifting her leg as he finally entered her.

A sharp sting pierced through her, and a cry escaped her before she could stifle it.

Kristopher slowed, his lips covering hers, silencing her cries with the tenderness of his kiss.

His restraint, his tenderness, touched something deep within her.

Eager to give as much as she received, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her legs circling his waist.

Her response shattered the last remnants of his control.

The air thickened with heat and desire as their bodies found a rhythm that was new to them.

Kristopher was driven by a hunger that could not be satisfied, his movements frantic, as though he were tasting something forbidden, desperate for more.

At first, Carrie was intoxicated by the pleasure, but soon it became overwhelming.

By the end, she lay there, exhausted and yielding, letting him take what he needed.

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Half-conscious, drifting in and out of sleep, she felt herself spiraling toward climax over and over again.

When she awoke, the sky outside glowed with the soft warmth of sunset.

Kristopher was gone, but the air still hummed with the memory of their intimacy.

The room, however, had been meticulously cleaned.

Disoriented, she turned over, thinking it was still morning, and tried to pull the covers back over her.

“Awake? Perfect timing,” Kristopher’s voice broke through the haze. “Dinner’s ready. Take a shower, and let’s head downstairs.”

He stepped out of the bathroom, his bathrobe hanging loosely, revealing the sculpted muscles of his chest.

The sight of him sent a rush of memories flooding back, and Carrie’s cheeks flushed with heat.

Carrie quickly looked away, flustered and eager to change the subject. “Is it already evening? Why didn’t you wake me?”

“No one came by. I only had a couple of cookies at noon,” he replied, glancing casually at the empty snack cabinet.

Carrie raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “The cookies…?”

“I cleaned it,” he said with a casual shrug.

Her gaze drifted to the laptop on the bedside table, its screen frozen on a partially completed proposal—more than half finished.

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