My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 187:

“What kind of nonsense is that?” he shot back, his brows furrowing in annoyance.

Though a flicker of irritation crossed his face, his hands continued their mission, finding the zipper of her dress with practiced ease.

“For two years, you’ve barely looked at me,” she began, her voice thick with long-suppressed frustration. “You even tossed the lingerie I bought!” she accused, the hurt she’d buried for years bubbling to the surface.

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, making her even more heartbreakingly beautiful.

Kristopher paused, recalling the moment. His tone softened, tinged with helplessness. “That day, Mom was searching through the closet. Did you want her to stumble across that?”

Carrie’s anger faltered, replaced by shock. She stared at him. “Two years of marriage, and nothing. If you’re not uninterested, then… is it because you can’t?”

Kristopher’s expression tightened, caught off guard. “I thought you were just shy. We didn’t have a romantic foundation, and I didn’t want to reduce it to something mechanical,” he admitted, his voice low. “But…”

Carrie opened her mouth to argue further, but Kristopher’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.

Carrie 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.”

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

Kristopher 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, Carrie flushed deeper, pulling a corner of the blanket over her head in a shy attempt to hide.

Kristopher shrugged off his soaked shirt with deliberate ease, leaning over her as his husky voice broke the silence. “Carrie.”

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, Carrie clung to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin.

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

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