My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 279

Chapter 279: The hesitation and desire Chapter 279: The hesitation and desire Ava’s lips parted to respond, but his kiss silenced her.

This time it was slow, deliberate, and filled with unspoken words.

His hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer as he savored the feel of her against him.

Their kisses grew deeper, an uncontrollable fire sparking between them, melting away every hesitation.

Dylan forgot the dull ache in his back, the frailty of his legs-none of it mattered now.

His world narrowed to Ava, focusing only on the way she molded against him, her fingers threading through his hair.

She eased him toward the bed, her hands steady as they worked to remove his shirt.

Her gaze traced his form-his sharp jawline, the broad expanse of his chest, the taut muscles of his abdomen.

But as her eyes drifted lower to his legs, worry clouded her expression.

The intensity in her faltered.

“We shouldn’t€¦” He reached for her hands, clasping them firmly.

“Ava,” he interrupted her.

“These past days, all I’ve done is rest.

But the one thing I’ve been aching for-truly missing-is you.

Please, trust me.

I want this.

I want you.” She opened her mouth to protest, but his hands skimmed up her sides, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

“Let me show you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her palm.

“I need this, Ava.

I need you.” Ava melted against him, her breath hitching as he cradled her in his arms.

His fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns down her spine, sending shivers across her skin.

Their lips met again, the kiss deepening into something more urgent, more consuming.

Her worries evaporated.

Her shyness and hesitation had disappeared as well.

She pushed him onto the bed, looking at him boldly.

Dylan groaned softly, her confidence awakening something primal in him.

She hovered above him, her eyes dark with desire, a sultry smile playing at her lips.

“Let me please you then,” she whispered, her hands gliding over his chest, exploring every ridge of his toned muscles.

Her fingers moved lower, teasing, testing his restraint.

His breath came out uneven as she kissed his collarbone, trailing lower, her lips pressing against his abdomen with featherlight softness.

Heat pooled in his veins, his pulse quickening with every touch, every whispered breath against his skin.

“Ava€¦” His voice was hoarse, filled with longing, with an unbearable ache only she could soothe.

He reached up to caress her face, his fingers brushing against her soft, smooth skin.

She met his gaze, her eyes alight with mischief, her fingers working deftly as she tugged at the waistband of his pants.

Her hand moved further south and rubbed his crotch.

Her touch was deliberate, slow-driving him to the edge of madness.

He clenched the sheets beneath him, his body tightening in anticipation.

“You’re torturing me,” he breathed, his muscles coiled with tension.

She smirked, her eyes dark with desire yet filled with tenderness.

She wanted to give him everything-to make him feel cherished, worshipped.

“This is just the beginning,” she whispered.

Dylan groaned, surrendering to the intoxicating pleasure of being with her.

Lifting his head slightly, he looked down at her and met her gaze.

Her smirk deepened as she unzipped his fly, slipping her fingers into his pants.

She deliberately pulled his pants down, kissing his abdomen.

“Oh, Ava€¦you are driving me crazy,” he breathed, his erection throbbing.

Ava took his erection into her hand, her touch gentle but firm.

Dylan closed his eyes as she began to explore him with her fingers.

The sensation was overwhelming, making his body tense with need.

Ava’s movements were slow and deliberate, her fingers tracing his length with tenderness.

Dylan felt himself being drawn deeper into the moment, his body responding with a powerful surge of hormones.

Blood rushed to the tip of his erection, making it throb with an almost painful need.

When she finally took him into her mouth, Dylan’s breath caught in his throat.

The sensation was intense.

He opened his eyes and looked down at Ava, her head bobbing up and down around his length.

The sight of her, the feel of her, and the warmth that spread across his body made his desire skyrocket.

He felt his erection growing bigger inside her mouth.

Just as he felt he was about to burst open, she pulled back, leaving him disoriented and gasping for breath.

He looked at her in confusion, his body still trembling with the need for release.

Ava smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

She climbed on top of him.

Positioning herself, she slowly inserted his erection into her.

Sighing, she dropped her head back, her hands exploring his chest.

The sensation of her warmth enveloping him was almost too much, and he felt he would explode any moment.

Dylan reached up to her breasts, his fingers finding her nipples and pinching them gently.

“Mm€¦” She moaned, biting her lower lip her eyes closed in pleasure.

She continued to move up and down around his erection, the pressure building inside her with each stroke.

Dylan’s hands moved to her hips, guiding her movements, his own body tensing as he felt the climax approaching.

Ava’s movements grew more urgent, her body trembling with the need for release.

Dylan felt the pressure inside him building to a breaking point.

He pulled her closer, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as they moved toward the peak.

Finally, Ava’s body spasmed, her muscles tightening around him as she reached her climax.

Dylan followed close behind, his own release overtaking him in a wave of intense pleasure.

They held each other tightly, their bodies still moving in the aftershocks of their shared moment.

Ava dropped her head onto his chest, her breathing labored but content.

Dylan wrapped his arms around her, his heart pounding.

For a moment, they just lay there, basking in the warmth and intimacy of the moment.

Ava let out a soft sigh, slipping down beside him, her fingers resting lightly over his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath her touch.

Dylan reached for her, his fingers brushing along her cheek, his gaze warm and searching.

“Are you okay?” Ava smiled softly, her fingertips tracing the sharp lines of his jaw.

“I’m more than okay,” she whispered, her lips inching closer to his.

He put his hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin, and moved in to claim her lips.

“I haven’t said this to you before,” he said quietly.

“But I want to say it now.

I love you, Ava.” Ava’s heart skipped a beat, her chest swelling with adoration and joy.

She felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling of completeness she had never known before.

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.

“I love you too,” she whispered.

“I’ve always loved you.” The ghosts of the past no longer weighed her down-only the promise of a future filled with love and renewed devotion.

“The cooling-off period is almost over,” she murmured.

“Let’s withdraw the divorce petition.”