My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 283

Elizabeths breath hitched, her body stiff with anxiety as she attempted to push Elijah away.

Elijahs lips pressed against hers, his tongue parting her lips with determined passion.

Her resistance seemed only to fuel his desire.

Not here, she managed to say, her voice muffled against his relentless kiss.

For her, the piano wasnt merely a piece of furniture.

It was a link to her grandfathera symbol of his passion and legacy.

The thought of their intimacy defiling it made her stomach churn.

Elijah pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark and intense.

You agreed to be with me? His voice was low, raspy, full of longing.

Before she could answer, he scooped her into his arms effortlessly, leaving no room for resistance.

He made his way to her bedroom.

The room was simple yet inviting, with comic book posters decorating the shelves and floral sheets on the bed, smelling faintly of fresh laundry.

Elijah set her down gently, his body leaning over hers.

She stared up at him, her eyes wide with nervous energy, her lips slightly parted as she struggled to steady her breath.

Her vulnerability shimmered in the soft light, a blend of fear and reluctant anticipation making her even more captivating.

Her thoughts raced.

How had they reached this point? How had things escalated so swiftly? Yet, the idea of stopping now felt strangely disingenuous.

Elijahs lips brushed against hers once more, slow and deliberate, before he whispered, Elizabeth… are you afraid? Her breath faltered.

Whether it happened once or a hundred times, did it really matter anymore? Her gaze traced his faceevery sharp line, every perfect angle.

He was handsome, infuriatingly so, and undeniably her type.

Memories of the last time lingered in her mind, clouded by pain and exhaustion brought on by circumstance, not passion.

After the divorce, he would be with Sandra.

That much was certain.

But the thought of leaving him spent and hollow, unable to give his all to another woman, felt like poetic revenge.

Was this acceptance or just an excuse? She didnt know, but she let go of her reservations, her mind surrendering to the moment even as her body led the way.

Awkwardly, she raised her arms to loop around his neck, brushing her lips against his in shy, tentative movements.

Her kiss was inexperienced, hesitant, barely skimming his mouth.

Elijah let out a soft sound of frustration, cupping her chin with firm but gentle fingers.

Open your mouth, he murmured.

She obeyed, her lips parting as he deepened the kiss.

Their tongues entwined, the heat between them growing as the kiss stretched on, leaving her breathless.

When he nipped at her tongue, she winced, a small gasp escaping her.

She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with vulnerability and confusion, but it only seemed to amuse him.

His hands moved to her waist, tugging at her clothes with practiced ease.

His lips traced a slow, deliberate path down her neck, each kiss igniting her skin like sparks on dry tinder.

Her bra loosened under his touch, and her breath hitched as her bare skin was exposed to him.

He lowered his head, taking one of her breasts into his mouth, his tongue swirling in slow, teasing motions.

Elizabeths body arched involuntarily, a quiet moan escaping her lips despite her embarrassment.

Her reactions spurred him on, his teeth grazing her softly, leaving her trembling beneath him.

By the time he stripped her bare, only a small lace undergarment remained.

She lay vulnerable beneath him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

Elijah, still fully dressed, straightened slightly.

His gaze roamed over her with a mixture of hunger and restraint.

The contrast between them was stark.

He was impeccably dressed, every button and fold of his shirt immaculate.

She, in comparison, looked like a temptressbare, inviting, and completely at his mercy.

He began unbuttoning his shirt, deliberately slow, his smoldering gaze never leaving hers.

Flustered, Elizabeth grabbed a stuffed toy from the bed, clutching it to her chest in a futile attempt to shield herself.

He lifted her legs with both hands, his touch firm yet reverent.

With one hand, he slipped away the last barrier between them, letting the delicate fabric fall aside.

He paused, his eyes roaming over her with an intensity that made her cheeks flush.

She squirmed under his gaze, the vulnerable position leaving her feeling exposed.

Embarrassed, she grabbed the stuffed toy again, clutching it as a shield.

But when she peeked at him from behind the plush barrier, she saw a small, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Her embarrassment flared into indignation.

She dropped the toy, glaring at him.

To Elijah, however, her defiance only made her more irresistible.

He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear, and whispered, Call my name.

Elizabeth hesitated, her pride warring with the growing warmth spreading through her.

Her body betrayed her, her pulse quickening as his lips grazed her neck.

She swallowed hard, her voice barely audible.

Elijah… A spark flickered in his eyes, and in one smooth motion, he lifted her hips and entered her, his movements slow and deliberate.

Her body tensed at first, shy and uncertain, but the hesitation quickly melted away as he moved with precision and unrelenting energy.

She felt every motion clearly, no longer numbed by outside influences.

Each sensation built on the last, overwhelming her as she gave in completely.

Her voice grew hoarse, soft gasps giving way to unrestrained cries as he pushed her further and further, leaving no room for thoughtonly feeling.

He seemed tireless, relentless, drawing her into wave after wave of sensation.

When it was over, she lay against the pillow, her body trembling with exhaustion.

She barely noticed as Elijah tucked the sheets around her.

Her heavy eyelids fluttered shut, and she slipped into a deep sleep, her dreams vivid and intoxicating, filled with fleeting moments of passion that made her heart race.

Hours later, still caught in the haze of sleep, Elizabeth felt a warm touch tracing the curve of her hip.

The sensation was faint, almost ghostly, and she whimpered softly, thinking it was a dream.

But when his fingers slipped between her legs, the touch was too real to ignore.

Her eyes flew open, her breath catching as she met Elijahs dark, smoldering gaze.

Sunlight poured through the window, bathing the room in a golden glow.

Seeing her awake, he rolled over, pressing down on her.

A soft knock came from the living room.

Elizabeth pushed against his chest weakly.

Dont you have somewhere to be? Her voice was raspy and strained from the night before.

Her face burned as fragments of last nights events flooded her memory.

He chuckled, the deep, magnetic sound vibrating against her skin.

Missing one deal wont change anything, he murmured.

Elizabeths cheeks flushed even deeper.

She pressed against his hips, trying to create some distance between them.

Well… continue when you get back, she stammered.

Elijah tilted his head, studying her.

Promise? The knock came again, and Olivers voice came through.

Mr.

Norris, Mrs.

Norris, I brought breakfast.

Elizabeth froze, her eyes widening in alarm.

Taking advantage of Elijahs momentary distraction, she slipped away quickly, grabbing a set of long-sleeved sportswear from the nearby chair.

She tugged it on hastily, avoiding his gaze as she rushed toward the door.

Elijah watched her retreat with an amused chuckle, taking his time as he leaned back against the headboard.

Slowly, he began to dress, his movements unhurried.