Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0481

Gabriel.

I pull away from Harper and just stare at her. The woman that I'd fallen in love with just mere months of her being back into my life.

After Ashley, I thought my heart was dead for good. That it would never beat again for another woman. I was content with just using them for their bodies and then dumping them when I got bored before jumping to another one.

I never saw Harper coming. I wasn't prepared for her arrival and the changes she'd bring back to my life. She was a silent storm. One that consumed me and I let her, because there was just something about her that drew me in.

I look at her now, and I am filled with gratefulness. Thankful that she's decided to give me a chance. To give us a chance. She's everything I've ever wanted. I didn't see it back then because I was blinded by pain and betrayal, but I do see it now, and I'm grateful to whoever it's that granted us a second chance. I internally vow not to take it for granted and to be the man who deserves her.

With Harper's body against mine, I lead her through the room and right up to the bedroom where I've imagined being buried inside her a million times.

"Are you sure about this? Are you sure you want this?"

Her brow rises. "Are you really trying to argue with me about what I want?"

you're here with me, where I want you." I smile at her and watch

gaze widens as I stalk

It gives me just enough time for me to make her mine again, completely and without room for

gasp, right as I reach for her. My hand slides around the back of her neck, anchoring

and bite hers until they're red, puffy and sensitive from where my facial hair rubs against them. I don't stop, though. Her fingers grab my tie, loosening it and taking it off over my head, before reaching for the buttons

Nothing was going to stop me from taking her, from taking

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eyes open and collide with mine. I can see apprehension in her gaze, but she's not fearful. I don't want her to be sad or scared. I was with someone else, and it's not like

no one else for her but me and that I only belong to her. The same goes for me. "Don't ask questions you don't want answers to," she replies, probably hoping it will coax me into letting it go. My brow

over her skin, and her eyes darken with

level to her torso. I help her get her feet untangled while placing heated kisses against the smooth skin of her

hands slide behind her legs, lifting her as I get to my feet. I walk us farther into the room and over to the bed. I

separating our mouths. Her hands find me again, sliding my dress pants and boxers off until we're both naked. I press her into

one into my mouth. She gasps, and it's music to