My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 288

Chapter 288:

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Her cheeks burned a deep red, more vivid than the warmth left after a long hot bath, while soft, tantalising moans escaped her slightly parted lips.

Kristopher felt another wave of temptation wash over him, even after they had just finished.

He couldn’t resist the magnetic pull to lose himself in her once more.

She was slumped over the back of the sofa, her body limp and relaxed, completely at ease.

With deliberate care, he reached out to adjust her position, easing her into a more comfortable flat position.

Lowering himself in front of her, he let his gaze linger, taking in every detail of her.

Her silky, flawless skin bore the marks he had left, each one a testament to his presence.

There was something strangely satisfying about it, as if he were an artist stepping back to admire a work of art he had poured himself into.

Carrie’s gaze shifted to him and without hesitation she reached out.

With her delicate hand wrapped around his cock, she began to move, her grip firm but careful, and it wasn’t long before she felt it grow, becoming harder and heavier under her palm.

Kristopher reached for her legs and gently pulled her closer.

She lifted her hips slightly, matching his movements.

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It felt like the gentle ebb and flow of waves, each carrying her higher before receding gently, again and again.

After what seemed like endless cycles, Kristopher finally stood.

Gathering up the clothes scattered on the floor, he lifted her relaxed body from the sofa.

He carried her upstairs and into the master bathroom.

There he carefully placed her in the bath, turned on the water and began to wash her gently.

He spread the shower gel over her skin, making sure to rinse it off completely, leaving no part untouched.

When he had finished bathing her, he gently lifted her out of the bath and carefully dried her with a soft towel.

As he helped her into her underwear, his eyes caught the redness and swelling underneath.

His eyes remained there for a brief moment before he quickly looked away.

He stood up and went to get some ointment.

Ever since she’d started getting hurt more often, he’d made sure to carry a variety of ointments with him at all times.

He applied the ointment with steady hands, his touch both careful and tender.

Even as she slept, her body < reacted instinctively, squeezing her legs together and trapping his hand.

A soft whimper escaped her lips, and in that moment, the desire he'd just managed to repress began to resurface.

Unable to resist, he gave her a light, playful slap on her bottom, his voice teasing as he murmured, "You little temptress.

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