My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 251

Chapter 251: The surrender Chapter 251: The surrender When they reached the car, Dylan opened the door and helped her inside, her movements sluggish and disoriented.

Once she was seated, he walked around to the driver’s side and slid in.

Igniting the engine, he glanced at her and saw her leaning on the seat with her eyes closed.

“Seatbelt.” Ava grabbed at the strap, but it refused to budge.

She tugged again.

“Ugh,” she huffed, struggling against it.

Dylan leaned over, his arm brushing against her shoulder as he reached for the seatbelt.

The proximity sent a jolt through her, her body going rigid.

His familiar scent-a blend of cedarwood and something uniquely him-wrapped around her, igniting a spark she couldn’t ignore.

Her fingers instinctively clenched at the fabric of her skirt.

Dylan’s movements slowed, his eyes flickering over her face.

He lingered, drinking in every detail-the delicate curve of her jaw, the subtle flush on her cheeks, and the way her lips parted ever so slightly.

His throat worked as he swallowed.

Finally, the soft click of the seatbelt breaking the silence.

“It’s secure now,” he murmured huskily.

Ava broke the brief connection between them, turning her gaze toward the window.

Dylan, meanwhile, couldn’t suppress the satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

He was happy tonight.

Lola had informed him that Ava was jealous.

Dylan had carefully played his part with Lola, knowing full well it would ignite something in Ava-to force her to accept that she still loved him.

Ava didn’t say it out loud, but her actions spoke louder.

‘She will confess soon,’ he said to himself, confidence shining in his eyes.

The drive home went in silence.

As the car pulled into the driveway, Ava made no effort to wait for Dylan.

She stepped out of the car on her own, her movements a little unsteady.

“Wait,” Dylan called with concern as he watched her sway.

He rushed after her, afraid that she would fall.

Ava stumbled through the front door, but before she could retreat further into the house, Dylan was there, his hand catching her arm and pulling her back into his chest.

“I was calling you.” “I heard.

But I am not interested in speaking with you.” Ava pulled away from his grasp and turned to walk away.

Dylan reacted instinctively.

He reached for her once more.

In a single motion, he pressed her against the wall, trapping her between his arms.

His face was inches from hers, his eyes dark with intent.

“Why are you upset?

What’s troubling you?” Ava’s pulse quickened.

She was cornered, both physically and emotionally, and the proximity between them was too much to ignore.

A fire burned in her chest.

She wanted to push him away, to escape from this overwhelming tension.

But something stopped him, kept her rooted in her place.

“Why do you care?” she rasped.

“Why shouldn’t I?

You are my woman.” His hand snaked out to pinch her chin, lifting her face to meet his.

Ava recoiled, slapping his hand away.

“Your woman?” she scoffed sarcastically.

“Are you mistaken?

Take a good look at me.

I’m Ava, not the woman you flirted with.” She shoved against his chest, trying to create space between them, but he didn’t budge.

Instead, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with surprising strength.

His face moved closer to hers.

“I wasn’t flirting with anyone.

Lola is your best friend.

I was treating her well to get your attention.” Ava’s anger flared.

“Don’t lie,” she hissed.

“I saw everything.

You ordered the same food, you cut the steak for her, and you treated her like she was the only one there.

And you completely ignored me.” Dylan’s laughter threatened to bubble over.

He somehow suppressed it but couldn’t stop his lips from curling slightly.

Ava seethed.

“You forgot about me the moment she walked in.

All you could see was Lola.

Do you even know what she said?

She wants to pursue you.” “Really?” he smirked.

“Smiling?” Ava’s frustration bubbled to the surface.

“You actually seem to like her.

Then why are you still here with me?

Go to her.” Dylan leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered teasingly, “Do you really want me to go to her?” His words stoked the flames of her jealousy.

The thought of Dylan leaving her to go to Lola made her heart race with unease.

Her chest tightened.

“Dare to do that.

I’ll kill you.” She smacked her lips against his.

Dylan stood frozen for a moment, completely caught off guard by the intensity of her kiss.

The sensation that surged through him was like a jolt of electricity, sparking every nerve in his body.

Desire roared within him, uncontrollable and fierce, and without thinking, he pulled her closer, his arms enveloping her as he kissed her back with equal intensity.

Their kiss grew fiercer with each passing second.

Ava’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer.

She had been suppressing her desire for so long, not letting her guard down.

But tonight, the boundaries she had set around her crumbled.

She was no longer holding back, surrendering to the longing that had been growing between them.

When their lips finally parted, they both gasped for air, their breaths mingling as their foreheads rested together.

The closeness of the moment sent a rush of heat through Dylan’s body, but he hesitated, reluctant to push her further, unsure if she would pull away again.

“Ava,” he called her, his voice rough with desire.

“I want you.” Ava could hardly process the emotions swirling within her.

It could have been the wine, or perhaps the jealousy that had stirred her, but at that moment, she was fearless.

She knew what she wanted.

With a boldness she had not shown for a long time, she whispered, “Take me.

Love me, Dylan.” Her lips trailed down his neck, pausing at his Adam’s apple.

That was it.

Dylan groaned as he lifted her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

It was as if everything else faded away.

The tension, the uncertainty, all disappeared in that one moment of surrender.

Their clothes were discarded in a flurry.

Their urgency was palpable, both of them driven by the need to finally let go.

Their mouths met again, wild and frantic, as if they were discovering each other for the first time.

Their tongues tangled, a fierce battle for dominance, each kiss deeper, more urgent than the last.

Dylan pulled Ava onto his lap, his hands roaming across her skin, savoring every inch of her.

She was his world now, and he couldn’t get enough.

Her mouth tasted of wine, intoxicating, and he felt like he had been waiting forever for this moment.

His hands traced her sides, the feel of her skin beneath his fingers making his pulse race.

Ava arched against him, her body responding to his touch, her fingers tangled with her long hair.

He cupped her breasts, his lips pressing on her shoulder, slowly moving toward her neck and to the sensitive point of the back of her ear.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered, earning a moan from her.