My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 287

Chapter 287:

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But her warm, inviting eyes sparkled, almost as if teasing him without a word.

Her eyes wandered to his lips and before she could think twice, she leaned in and kissed him.

The kiss was short and hesitant, barely a gentle brush of lips.

She realised that she had gotten much better at knowing exactly how to tease him.

Practice, it seemed, had indeed made her perfect at it.

Though still new to moments like this, she’d quickly become more comfortable and shed her former hesitation.

She was no longer the shy girl she had been.

All those late nights of heated kisses and intimacy had left their mark on her.

Her body had developed its own kind of muscle memory, reacting instinctively to his every touch.

Kristopher had been holding back his desire since that afternoon.

But that soft, fleeting kiss was all it took to shatter his self-control.

He cupped her chin and pulled her in for a deeper kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a daring intensity.

She felt dizzy, her instincts telling her to pull away, but his grip was firm, holding her close.

Opening her eyes briefly through the haze, she noticed the intense concentration on his face, his eyes closed as if savouring the moment.

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He seemed lost in the moment, savouring every second.

Without thinking, she surrendered to his pace, transforming the once dominant kiss into a seamless, balanced exchange.

After a while, Kristopher pulled away, desire written all over his face.

Leaning forward, she parted her lips and took him in, eliciting a deep, satisfied moan that echoed through the quiet room.

To her surprise, giving pleasure brought an excitement she hadn’t expected.

It was like a rush, something that made her feel eager.

The more she got into it, the more memories of scenes from films she’d seen came to mind, and she found herself trying to mimic what she’d seen on the screen.

But soon her energy began to wane and she found herself slowing down, feeling more drained than before.

Noticing her exhaustion, Kristopher gently lifted her up and removed her trousers before guiding her to her knees against the sofa.

Without hesitation he entered her, skipping any pretence of teasing.

She was already ready for him, her body responding instinctively.

The sight of her still dressed from the waist up, her bare legs exposed, sparked something deeper in him.

Each thrust became more intense, his movements driven by an unrelenting desire. 

Carrie’s eyes were heavy and only partially open, her gaze distant and clouded with a dreamy haze.

The once tidy hairdo she had pinned up earlier had unravelled, damp strands clinging stubbornly to her flushed skin.

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