My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 240

“But…”

Elizabeth opened her mouth to argue further, but Elijah’s patience had run out.

With a swift tug, he unzipped her dress and swept her into his arms.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss so deep and forceful it left no room for resistance.

Elizabeth melted under his touch, powerless to resist the pull of his kiss, lost in its overwhelming intensity.

Just as the kiss left her breathless, he pulled away, his lips curling into a teasing smile.

“We’ll discuss the rest tomorrow.

First, let’s see if I’m capable.”

Elizabeth’s heart thundered in her chest, the unfamiliarity of the moment making her both nervous and exhilarated.

Elijah carried her effortlessly to the bed, lowering her onto the soft sheets with deliberate care.

Her figure, framed by the delicate black lace of her lingerie, was flawless.

Her skin flushed a delicate pink, water droplets tracing slow, tantalizing paths over her curves.

Under the weight of his intense gaze, Elizabeth flushed deeper, pulling a corner of the blanket over her head in a shy attempt to hide.

Elijah shrugged off his soaked shirt with deliberate ease, leaning over her as his husky voice broke the silence.

“Elizabeth.”

He kissed her again, this time slower, savoring every moment as if she were the rarest delicacy.

His hands moved, unhooking her bra.

He cast it aside, his fingers caressing her skin with a tenderness that left her breathless.

Overwhelmed by the sensations he awakened in her, Elizabeth clung to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin.

Elijah’s gaze softened as he watched her lashes flutter closed, casting delicate shadows over her cheeks.

His voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible.

“Call me.”

His words were muffled, and she barely registered them, murmuring a distracted, “Hmm.”

He tightened his grip slightly, a teasing reprimand, until her eyes fluttered open to meet his, glistening with emotion.

He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, his eyes locking with hers as he repeated, “Call me.”

“Oliver,” she murmured, somewhat dazed.

A small smile curved his lips as he guided her gently.

“Call me darling.”