Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband
Chapter 109

BLAIRE

I had no idea how I managed to get through the day with so many things swirling around in my head. The restaurant wasn't particularly busy, but my mind felt like a crowded highway during rush hour. By the time I got home, my body felt exhausted, not from work but from the relentless thinking. Light-headed and weary, I walked through the door.

I expected Blaze to be home since Sebastian promised to pick him up from school. But what I didn't e

"Y-You're here..." I stammered, surprised. He was wearing sweatpants and a casual shirt, a stark contra "Hi, have you eaten?" he asked, settling in as if he belonged.

"Where's Blaze?" I asked, brushing off his question.

"He's already in bed, sleeping. He was tired from school and went to sleep early," he replied calmly. "Did you eat? Do you want me to get you some food?" he asked again, his tone full of care.

"No, I'm fine," I replied curtly. "Aren't you leaving? It's late," I added, trying to hint at his departure.

was to see Sebastian there too.

is usual formal attire whenever he visited.

rds the stairs.

etting up. "I've noticed you've been acting cold since this morning. What's the problem?"

s. But before I could take the first step, he suddenly grabbed my arm, pulling me back hard. n the charged air.

He looked genuinely puzzled. "You offered for me to stay last night. And since I didn't get to sleep here yesterday, I figured I'd do that tonight," he explained, a hint of confusion in his voice. "This isn't a hotel, Sebastian. You can't come and go as you please." I rolled my eyes at him and starte "Hold up," he said, his voice firmer now. "Do we have a problem? Did I do something wrong?" he asked Seriously? Does he really have no idea why I'm acting this way? "No, we're good," I lied, heading for th I gasped, finding our faces mere inches apart. We were both stunned, frozen in place, our breaths min His grip on my arm softened, but he didn't let go. I could feel the heat of his hand through my sleeve; For a moment, I was tempted to spill everything-the worries, the fears, the constant second-guessing "I told you, it's nothing." I repeated, trying to pull away. But he held firm, his eyes searching mine. "You something inside me.

I bit my lower lip, contemplating whether I should admit the real reason why I was acting this way. A f "Was it because of what happened last night?"

I remained silent, deliberately avoiding making eye contact.

uch was both infuriating and comforting. "Blaire, talk to me," he pleaded, his voice low and sincere. "I can't fix something that I had no idea about."

d habits die hard. I swallowed my words, building up the walls around my heart a little higher.

ng. I know you. And I can surely tell that something is bothering you," he whispered, his breath warm on my cheek. The vulnerability in his eyes cracked

utes passed, but I didn't find the courage to admit it.

"Was it because I tried to kiss you, or because I left your house when I promised to stay and spend the night?" he continued.

I rolled my eyes at him, trying to mask the turmoil inside. "As I said, I don't care about what you do. It's your business. I have nothing to do with it." Even now, I choose to deny my feelings, burying them deep inside.

He moved slightly, and a deep chuckle escaped his lips. "You're jealous."

I frowned, lifting my head to meet his gaze. It infuriated me even more to see him smiling as if he were enjoying this.

"I'm not!" I denied it firmly, my voice louder than I intended.

"I told you," he began, his tone patient and calm. "I went there for business. There's nothing going on between us. I thought I made that clear the first time."

"If there's nothing going on between the two of you, then why did you come running to her as soon as you got her call?" I retorted, irritation lacing my words as I remembered last night's events.

He responded with a loud laugh, throwing his head back. "I didn't run to see her because I like her. I left because I don't trust myself whenever I'm around you. And you clearly said that you're not ready for that, so I needed to leave or else I might not be able to control myself," he explained, his voice earnest and eyes intense.

I blinked, taken aback by his honesty. His words hung in the air between us, heavy and charged with unspoken emotions. My heart raced as I tried to process what he had just confessed.

"You're saying you left because of me?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving mine. "Yes, Blaire. I left because being around you makes me want things I'm not sure you're ready to give."

I swallowed hard, the reality of his words sinking in. The walls I had built around my heart started to crumble, piece by piece. Maybe it was time to stop running too, to face my feelings head-on.

"But what if I'm never ready?" I whispered, my fears spilling out despite my best efforts to keep them hidden.

Sebastian gently cupped my face in his hands, his touch warm and reassuring. "Then we'll take it one step at a time. I'm not rushing, Blaire. I'm more than willing to wait."

His word gives me comfort. Despite everything that happened, I can't deny the fact that I truly love this man. Even if I tried to fool myself into thinking that I didn't care about him, the truth is, I truly do.

Without thinking twice, I grabbed his nape and claimed his lips, which clearly took him by surprise. I don't want to overthink things. I just want to be a fool and follow what my heart wants. "B-Blaire," he whispered in between our breaths.

I can sense his hesitation, but I encourage him by deepening the kiss. As soon as I slid my tongue inside his mouth, I heard his loud groan while his arms slowly wrapped around my waist. "Blaire," he whispered under his breath. "Don't take actions you can't handle the consequences of," he cautioned,

"What if I just want to be irresponsible?" I teased him as I slowly lifted his shirt.

"Fck! You're killing me," he complained as he was still having second thoughts about whether I was in my right mind or not.

I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly chiseled abs. He gasped for air as soon as I ran my fingers along the lines in his belly. I was about to lower my hand when he quickly grabbed it. "Don't start something you can't finish," he warned me.

"Who says we're not going to finish?" I teased him more.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he said solemnly before gently lifting me into his arms. "Once we start this, I'm not stopping. If you have any doubts left, speak now. This is your last chance, Blaire," he added breathlessly as he settled me onto the couch. "Take me," I replied, my voice barely more than a whisper.

That was all it took. His restraint snapped, every reservation melting away. He claimed my lips fiercely, kissing me as if there were no tomorrow. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I welcomed the sensation eagerly, losing myself in the intensity of his embrace. As our kiss deepened, time seemed to stand still around us. Sebastian's touch ignited a fire within me, consuming every doubt and hesitation. His hands traced the curve of my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. The weight of his body pressing against mine sent a shiver down my spine, electrifying every nerve.

His lips moved with purpose, exploring mine as if they held the secrets of the universe. I responded eagerly, my fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer still. The taste of him, a heady mix of desire and longing, fueled the flames between us. In that moment, words became unnecessary. Our bodies spoke a language of their own; each touch and caress was a declaration of longing and surrender. The air crackled with tension, passion building with each heartbeat.

Sebastian's hands roamed over my back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Every touch and every kiss conveyed a promise of something deeper, something more profound than words could ever express.

And as we finally broke apart, breathless and flushed with desire, I looked into his eyes and saw my own reflection-a reflection of a love that had been waiting to be acknowledged, waiting to be embraced. "I've wanted this for so long," he confessed softly, his voice tinged with reverence. He then started to remove every piece of clothing left in our bodies until we found ourselves naked in front of each other.

I straddle him and position myself on top of him, our lips not breaking the kiss. His lips then started traveling down my neck all the way down to my bear chest until he finally found what he was looking for.

"Aaaaaaahhhh..." I moaned loudly when he started sucking my nose. His tongue started playing with the tip of my mound. With every flick of his tongue, he sends shivers down my spine. Moans escape my lips whenever he is biting my nose gently. He was switching between my two high mountains as if there were no tomorrow.

He then lifted his head and pulled me closer before leaning against my ear. "Ride me, baby," he ordered which I willingly obliged.

I positioned myself in front of him. I hold his long and hard shaft then pointed it on my entrance. I can feel the tip of his member slowly invading my inside.

"Ooohhh..." I moaned in pleasure as he slowly filled every inch of my core.

"Yes, baby...that's it. Ride my cock," he said.

His dirty talking added another spice into my growing lvst. My mouth agape as soon as he fully eased his way in. I didn't move for a moment, and waited my inside to adjust to his size.

After a few minutes, I heard Sebastian's deep baritone voice that feels like a music to my ear.

"You have to move now, baby," he whispered.

I started moving slowly, finding my own rhythm. My hips swayed back and forth, each deliberate movement causing a rush of sensation between us. His response was immediate-a deep moan that filled the room, encouraging me to continue.

As I continued to move, our bodies continued to dance into the rhythm of our own desires. His hands found my waist, guiding and encouraging, matching my pace with his own growing urgency. The room seemed to shrink around us, filled only with the sound of our mingling breaths and the soft rustle of sheets.

With each movement, we are getting closer and closer to our peak.

"Faster, baby, faster!" His voice, full of desire and urgency, fills the room, urging me to push harder, to reach that blissful moment together. The air buzzes with excitement, the tension felt as we balance on the brink of release, caught up in our intense, basic longing for each other.

I sped up, feeling the heat growing between us as we moved together with passion. Each thrust brought us closer to reaching our peak, our breaths mixing in a chorus of desire.

I felt his hands tighten on my hips, urging me forward, his urgency matching mine. Our movements became a blur of sensation, driving us toward the culmination of our shared longing.

"So, fcking tight!.....aaahhh..."

The world around us faded, leaving only the feel of our skin against each other, our bodies moving in sync in a primal dance of pleasure. We were on the edge, balancing between control and abandon, as our passion built to its peak. "Yes, baby. Fck me harder. I'm close," he murmured which encourage me to move even more faster.

"Oh, fck! I'm cvmming!" I uttered as I continued to move my hips up and down on top of him.

With one final blow, we reached our peak together, waves of ecstasy washing over us. Moans filled the air as we surrendered to the intense release, leaving us breathless and completely satisfied in the aftermath of our shared experience. The room, which had echoed with our passionate sounds, was now quiet. The only noise was our rhythmic breathing. The air felt thick with the leftover energy of our intense time together, hanging softly in the room.

I lay my head on his shoulder as I tried to catch my breath, his remained hard inside me.

"We should probably put some clothes now. Blaze might come out any moment," I suggested once I finally recovered my strength.

He smirked, "Who says we're done?"