Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0468 Just like the past few mornings, I wake up with Gabriel's hand on my breast. I don't know what it is about him, but for some weird reason this always happens.

We would be travelling back home today and I'm not sure on how to feel about that. Yesterday I crossed a line when I allowed him to go down on me. I feel there is no going backwards naw. en I Don’t get me wrong. I loved every minute of what we did. I loved every second of spending time with him these past few days... but there is just this fear that nothing is real. That I'll soon wake up and realize it was nothing but a dream.

There is a part of me that wants this so badly that I ache. And there is the

Chapter 0468 other part that is skeptical about whatever is happening between us.

As if sensing my thoughts, Gabriel's hand around my breast drops and wraps around my waist. He pulls me close to him, that I feel his need and want on my skin. It's like he’s trying to dispel the doubts that had started infiltrating my thoughts.

i I i I sigh in relief feeling all my worries and doubts wash away. Being in Gabriel's arms. Slee ping and waking up beside him has been a dream come true. It's been everything that I've always drea med of. Like I said, I do love Liam, but bei ng with hi m has never felt like this. It has never come close to being this way with Gabriel.

There is a part of me that is still fighting him. Still holding on to the past... But slowly by slowly, I feel myself starting to let go. Slowly by slowly I'm starting to embrace this

0468 I new life

I get before I'm flipped over and my

all thoughts leave my brain. Every thing inside me is suddenly consumed by the man on top of

greet with a smile, liking his

My arms wind around his neck. One of his hands fists

with hunger,

mattress and I release a big moan when I feel his hard cock against my panties. My moan vibrates loudly in the room but who the fuck cares when he’s kissing me this way? I can feel every hard edge of him, even through the layers of clothing. With his hand on my throat, Gabriel turns my head where he wants it, exposing the soft skin of my throat. He breaks away from my lips

to his t- shirt, and I force it off. Soon, he’s on top of me, chest bare, muscles rippling. I

and feel the racing rhythm against my lips. His hands clutch my hair, and he

your lips? I could kiss them every minute,” he says, and I melt a little

his chest rumbling under my cheek. “It'll never be too