My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 208

Chapter 208: The irresistible desire Chapter 208: The irresistible desire “I took a shower.

I am not dirty anymore.” Dylan’s words only added fuel to Ava’s fury.

Her scowl deepened with indignation.

“Do you really think a shower can wash away that kind of stain?” she spat.

“Why did you even come back?

You should have just spent the night with that woman.” “Woman?” he echoed, her accusation catching him off guard.

“How do you know about that?” “Uh€¦” Ava straightened, her anger surging again.

“So, you admit it!” she snapped.

Her fist came down hard on his chest.

“If you’ve already found someone else, why are you still here?

Go back to her!” She raised her hand to strike him again.

Dylan caught her wrist mid-air.

“Hold on.

That was an accident.” He tried to explain desperately.

“An accident?” Ava glared at him.

“What are you saying, Dylan?

That you just happened to fall onto a woman and her lipstick just happened to land on your shirt?

How convenient.” “I was drunk and€¦” Dylan started, but Ava didn’t give him the chance.

“Oh, of course.

It’s always the alcohol, isn’t it?

But in reality, you wanted it.

You knew exactly what you were doing.” Her voice rose in frustration.

“No€¦that’s not true,” he exclaimed, struggling to keep his composure.

“I don’t even know who she was.

She just threw herself on me.” Ava scoffed, her eyes flashing with scorn.

“Right, Dylan Brooks, the city’s irresistible heartthrob.

Women just throw themselves at you, don’t they?” Dylan’s brows furrowed.

“What are you talking about?” But Ava wasn’t listening.

She shoved him away with a huff.

“I’m not like those women.

I’m done with you.

You disgust me.” Her words were like a slap, and Dylan’s temper finally snapped.

“Is that so?” he growled.

Before Ava could move, he grabbed her arm and pulled her close.

With one swift motion, he pressed her back onto the bed, his body hovering over hers.

“What are you doing?

Get off me.” Ava struggled, her expression a mixture of fury and panic as she writhed beneath him.

But Dylan didn’t budge.

He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his grip unyielding.

His other hand steadied him as he leaned down and claimed her mouth in a fiery, demanding kiss.

“Mm€¦” Ava’s muffled protests were swallowed by Dylan’s relentless kisses, her resistance faltering under the force of his passion.

“You still love me,” he murmured against her lips with determination and frustration.

“Admit it, Ava.

Look at you-how jealous you are.” The word ‘jealous’ hit her like a lightning bolt.

She stiffened.

‘Jealous?

Am I jealous?’ The question echoed loudly in her mind.

“Of course not,” she snapped.

Her eyes burned with defiance as she met his gaze.

“We are divorced.

You are free to be with anyone you want.

Now get off me and leave me alone!” Dylan’s expression shifted, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through his frustration.

“Ava!” he said, helplessness lacing in his tone.

His efforts seemed not enough to gain her trust, no matter how hard he tried.

“I really don’t know who that woman was.” His grip on her wrists loosened slightly, but he still didn’t move away, his body pinning her down.

Ava remained unimpressed, her scornful eyes refusing to give an inch.

She wriggled under him, trying to free herself, but he held firm.

She rolled her eyes dramatically, her impatience clear.

“Spare me the excuses, Dylan.

I’ve heard enough.” “I was upset after our argument and went to a bar,” he started explaining slowly.

“I got drunk.

And then, Erica appeared.” The moment she heard him mention Erica, Ava turned her head and looked back at him, all her senses on high alert as she listened to him intently.

“I didn’t expect to see her there,” he added.

“She offered to drive me home, and I agreed to go with her.

But instead, she took me to some shabby hotel.

In that dimly lit room, a woman was waiting for me and started seducing me.

I couldn’t see her face properly-I was too drunk.” Ava’s heart raced, a storm of emotions brewing inside her.

Her anger returned, replacing her astonishment.

“In your drunken state, you kissed her, didn’t you?” Dylan shook his head vehemently.

“No, I didn’t!

Trust me, Ava.

She kissed me.” “Really?” Ava’s eyes narrowed, blazing with indignation.

Her emotions spiraled out of control.

She didn’t know what had come over her, but an uncontrollable urge surged through her.

“She kissed you?

How?

Like this?” In a blink, she threw her arms around his neck and yanked him down, crashing her lips against his in a fierce, impulsive kiss.

Dylan froze, his pupils dilating in pure shock.

His mind struggled to catch up with what was happening, but the warm pressure of her lips was unmistakable.

The realization hit him like a thunderbolt-she was kissing him.

Joy surged through him, overwhelming and electric.

“You took the initiative,” he whispered against her mouth.

“Now don’t stop me.” And with that, he kissed her back, his hands sliding to her waist to pull her closer.

Dylan’s kiss softened, deepened, and grew impossibly warmer, pulling Ava into its intoxicating rhythm.

Her anger, her frustrations, the conflicts that had wedged between them-they all dissolved like mist under the heat of his touch.

Her body betrayed her; instead of resisting, she arched into him, thrusting out her chest.

His lips trailed from her mouth to her jawline and down to the sensitive curve of her neck.

He lingered there, sending shivers down her spine.

His hands moved deliberately, untying the delicate knot of her nightdress.

His touch was slow and deliberate, leaving a burning trail as his fingers glided over her stomach and traveled upward between her breasts.

He gently eased the fabric off her shoulder, exposing her skin.

He placed a fervent kiss there, igniting sparks that left her breathless.

Ava’s toes curled as she bit down on her lower lip to stifle a moan, her body responding despite her mind’s protests.

His lips hovered near her ear, sending a rush of heat through her.

“I want you,” he whispered.

Ava shuddered, flutters filling her tummy.

Her body wanted to give in to the desire.

Memories of betrayal resurfaced, her conscience pulling her back from the edge of surrender.

“We can’t do this,” she said, halting his advances.

“We are divorced already.”  Dylan’s hands stilled briefly, but his resolve didn’t waver.

“We can remarry,” he urged, “and start over.” He pressed another kiss to her neck, his lips insistent, desperate.

“Stop.” Summoning her strength, she pushed against him, creating a distance between them.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she fought against the pull of desire.

But Dylan wasn’t ready to let go.

“I know you want this.

Don’t push me away.” He claimed her lips yet again.