My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 299

Inside the villa, Elijah carried Elizabeth into the living room, carefully placing her down on the plush sofa.

Yet, even after settling her there, he neither stepped back nor let go.

Elizabeth glanced up at him, her brows knitting slightly in what appeared to be confusion.

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

Her gaze shifted to his lips, and before she could reconsider, she leaned in and kissed him.

The kiss was brief and hesitant, barely a soft touch of lips.

She realized she had perfected the art of teasing him.

Practice, it seemed, had truly made her a master at it.

Though still growing accustomed to such moments, she had shed her earlier hesitation with surprising ease.

She was no longer the timid girl she once was.

Those late nights filled with fiery kisses and intimacy had left their mark on her.

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

Elijah had been restraining his desire ever since the afternoon.

But that delicate, fleeting kiss was all it took to crumble his resolve.

He cupped her chin, pulling her in for a deeper kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with an intense fervor.

She felt dizzy, her instincts urging her to retreat, but his firm grip kept her close.

When she briefly opened her eyes amidst the haze, she noticed the sharp focus on his face, his eyes shut as though savoring the moment.

He seemed utterly immersed, cherishing every second.

Without overthinking, she surrendered to his rhythm, transforming the once-dominant kiss into a seamless, mutual exchange.

After a while, Elijah pulled away, passion written all over his face.

He shifted onto one knee on the sofa, his hands moving to undress her.

For a moment, she was swept away by the intensity of it all.

But a glance around the living room snapped her back to reality.

Stop! Elijah mistook her protest for playful resistance.

His hand slipped beneath her waistband, finding undeniable proof of her desire.

His fingers expertly teased her most sensitive spot as he leaned closer, his voice husky and low.

Are you sure you dont want this? Elizabeths breaths quickened, her chest heaving.

She bit back a moan, her voice trembling as she whispered, Not here… This is the living room.

Camille and Albin could walk in at any moment… Elijah paused briefly before pulling back.

He reached over her, pressing the control to activate the electronic lock on the door.

As the soft beep confirmed the lock, he spoke in a calm, deep tone.

Dont worry, no ones coming in now.

Elizabeth shifted, trying to sit up, her concern momentarily breaking through the haze.

But in doing so, she found herself startlingly close to his belt, her lips mere inches away.

The proximity caught her off guard, and she could smell his masculine scent, rich and subtly sweet, even through the fabric.

Elijah froze for a moment before quickly unbuckling his belt.

Once undone, his desire became palpable.

His voice dropped to a gravelly tone.

Use your mouth.

It was the first time Elizabeth had seen him so clearly, and the sheer intensity left her momentarily speechless.

It now made sense why she always felt so overwhelmed afterward.

Everything clicked, leaving her both awed and slightly nervous.

He let out a low sigh of impatience, his hand resting lightly against the back of her head, urging her closer.

Despite her nerves and inexperience, she didnt pull away.

As she leaned forward, she parted her lips and took him in, drawing a deep, satisfied groan from him that echoed through the room.

To her surprise, giving him pleasure ignited a thrill she hadnt anticipated.

It was exhilarating, something that made her feel eager.

As she got more into it, fragments of movies shed watched flashed in her mind, and she instinctively mimicked what she remembered.

But soon enough, her energy waned, and she found herself slowing down, feeling more drained.

Noticing her fatigue, Elijah gently lifted her, sliding her pants off before guiding her onto her knees against the sofa.

Without hesitation, he entered her, bypassing any prelude of teasing.

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

The sight of her still clothed from the waist up, with her bare legs exposed, triggered something primal in him.

Each movement became more fervent, his passion consuming him entirely.