My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 261

Chapter 261:

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Kristopher’s lips brushed against hers once more, slow and deliberate, before he whispered, “Carrie… are you scared?”

Her breath faltered.

Whether it happened once or a hundred times, did it really matter anymore? Her gaze traced his face—every sharp line, every perfect angle.

He was handsome, infuriatingly so, and undeniably her type.

Memories of the last time lingered in her mind, clouded by pain and exhaustion brought on by circumstance, not passion.

After the divorce he would be with Lise.

That much was certain.

But the thought of leaving him spent and hollow, unable to give himself to another woman, felt like poetic revenge.

Was that acceptance or just an excuse? She didn’t know, but she let go of her reservations, her mind surrendering to the moment even as her body led the way.

Awkwardly, she lifted her arms to wrap around his neck, brushing her lips against his in shy, tentative movements. Her kiss was inexperienced, hesitant, barely caressing his mouth.

Kristopher made a soft sound of exasperation, cupping her chin with firm but gentle fingers. “Open your mouth,” he murmured.

She obeyed, her lips parting as he deepened the kiss.

Their tongues tangled, the heat between them growing as the kiss continued, leaving her breathless.

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When he nipped at her tongue, she flinched, a small gasp escaping her.

She looked up at him, her eyes full of vulnerability and confusion, but it only seemed to amuse him.

His hands moved to her waist, tugging at her clothes with practiced ease.

His lips traced a slow, deliberate path down her neck, each kiss igniting her skin like sparks on dry tinder.

Her bra loosened under his touch and her breath caught as her bare skin was exposed to him.

He lowered his head and took one of her breasts into his mouth, his tongue swirling in slow, teasing movements.

Carrie’s body arched involuntarily, a small moan escaping her lips despite her embarrassment.

Her reactions spurred him on, his teeth brushing gently over her, leaving her trembling beneath him.

By the time he stripped her naked, all that was left was a small lace undergarment.

She lay vulnerable beneath him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

Kristopher, still fully clothed, straightened slightly.

His gaze swept over her with a mixture of hunger and restraint.

The contrast between them was stark.

He was impeccably dressed, every button and fold of his shirt immaculate.

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