CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 124

Chapter 124: Chapter 124 Long-awaited intimacy

Ryan’s POV

The ride back to the mansion was tense, her body practically vibrating with anxiety beside me. I couldn’t stop glancing at her, checking that she was still there, still safe.

When we arrived, I escorted her inside with my hand firmly on the small of her back. Protective. Possessive. Mine.

"I’ve increased security around the entire perimeter," I informed her as we walked through the foyer. "No one gets in or out without my approval."

Serena nodded, her eyes darting around the familiar space. It had been months since she’d stepped foot in what was once our home.

"Your old room is still available, but..." I hesitated, then decided to be direct. "I’d prefer you stay in the master suite with me. For security reasons."

She raised an eyebrow. "Security reasons?"

"Yes." I maintained a straight face. "Maximum protection."

A hint of a smile touched her lips before quickly disappearing. "Fine. For security."

I tried not to look too pleased as I led her upstairs. The staff had already been instructed to prepare the room and bring up her essentials.

"Hungry?" I asked, watching her sink onto the edge of the bed.

"Not really," she murmured, her hand absently stroking her baby bump. The sight made something primal stir inside me.

I sat beside her, careful to leave space between us. "You need to eat, Serena. Both of you do."

Her eyes met mine, softer than I’d seen in months. "I know. Maybe something light."

"I’ll have the chef prepare whatever you want."

She nodded, looking around the room we once shared. "OK."

Then an uncomfortable silence settled between us.

"I’ll run you a bath," I offered, standing abruptly. "You look tense."

She didn’t object, which I took as a victory. In the bathroom, I filled the large marble tub with hot water, adding the lavender bath salts she’d always loved.

Small gestures. That’s how I would win her back—remind her of all the ways I knew her, all the ways I could care for her.

When I returned, she was standing by the window, staring out at the darkening sky. The dying sunlight caught in her hair, turning it to liquid gold. My breath caught in my throat.

"Bath’s ready," I managed.

She turned, her eyes meeting mine across the room. "Thank you."

As she moved past me toward the bathroom, I caught her wrist gently. She stopped, her eyes questioning.

"I know you don’t trust me anymore," I said quietly. "But I will keep you safe, Serena. Both of you. I swear it on my life."

Something flickered in her expression—vulnerability, perhaps. She nodded once, then disappeared into the bathroom.

I ordered dinner while she bathed, instructing the chef to prepare all her favorites. By the time she emerged, wrapped in the silk robe I’d left for her, a spread waited on the small table in the sitting area of our suite.

"You didn’t have to do all this," she said, eyeing the food.

"I wanted to."

She sat across from me, her damp hair falling in waves around her shoulders. We ate mostly in silence, but it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. Progress, I thought.

"How are you feeling?" I asked finally. "The pregnancy, I mean."

Her hand moved instinctively to her stomach. "Good days and bad. The morning sickness has mostly passed."

I nodded, drinking in every detail she offered. "And the business? Maya taking good care of things?"

"She is." A small smile. "Though she practically forced me to leave today. Said I was working too hard."

"She’s right," I said firmly. "You push yourself too much."

Serena rolled her eyes, a familiar gesture that made my heart ache with nostalgia. "Not you too."

"Yes, me too." I leaned forward. "Let me take care of you, Serena. Just until this threat is dealt with."

She studied me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "Alright. But don’t get any ideas."

I raised my hands in mock surrender. "No ideas. Just security."

After dinner, I cleared the plates while she sat on the edge of the bed, combing through her damp hair. The domesticity of the moment wasn’t lost on me—how many nights had we spent just like this before everything fell apart?

I moved behind her and gently took the comb from her hands. She stiffened momentarily, then relaxed as I began carefully working through her tangles.

"You don’t have to—"

"I want to," I interrupted softly.

Her shoulders relaxed as I continued combing, my fingers occasionally brushing against her neck. The simple intimacy was intoxicating after months of separation.

"Please what, princess?" I teased, my fingers sliding inside her. "Tell me what you need."

Her eyes met mine, pupils blown wide with desire. "You," she admitted. "I need you."

I nearly came in my pants at her words. Quickly, I stripped off my clothes, my cock springing free, hard and aching for her.

"How do you want me?" I asked, hovering over her.

In answer, she pulled me down, guiding me to her entrance. I pushed in slowly, savoring each inch as her tight heat enveloped me.

"Christ," I hissed, fully seated inside her. "You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. So perfect for me."

She wrapped her legs around my waist, urging me deeper. I began to move, each thrust controlled, mindful of her condition despite my desperate need.

"Harder," she demanded, nails digging into my shoulders.

"Don’t want to hurt you," I gritted out, struggling to maintain control.

"You won’t." Her eyes locked with mine. "I need it. Need you."

Something primal roared to life inside me. I grasped her hips, angling them upward as I drove into her with renewed force.

"Is this what you need?" I growled, watching her face contort with pleasure. "My cock stretching that tight little pussy?"

"Yes!" she cried, her walls clenching around me.

"Missed this, didn’t you?" I taunted, grinding against her clit with each thrust. "Missed being filled by your daddy’s cock."

Her eyes rolled back as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Right there," she gasped. "Don’t stop."

I maintained the angle, pounding into her relentlessly. "Look at you, taking me so well. Such a good girl for daddy."

Her walls began to flutter around me as she approached her peak. I slid a hand between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles. "Come on my cock, princess. Let me feel it."

She shattered, her back arching off the bed as she cried out my name. The sight of her coming undone—coupled with the vice-like grip of her cunt around me—pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep inside her, groaning as I filled her with hot spurts of cum.

We collapsed together, breathless and sweaty. I rolled to my side, careful not to crush her, and pulled her against my chest.

"Stay," I murmured into her hair, knowing I meant more than just tonight.

She didn’t answer, but she didn’t pull away either. For now, it was enough.