CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 176

Chapter 176: Chapter 176 After the Storm

Serena’s POV

Ryan’s eyes sparkled with amusement across the dinner table. "Feeling better now?" he asked, watching me finish the last bite of my chocolate dessert.

"Much better," I admitted, licking the spoon clean. The tension from earlier had melted away during our impromptu dinner at this cozy restaurant Ryan had chosen. It was small, private, and somehow exactly what I needed after the stressful confrontation at LUXE Jewelry.

"You know," Ryan said, his voice dropping lower, "you still haven’t properly compensated me."

I raised an eyebrow. "The dinner wasn’t enough?"

"Not even close." His gaze darkened slightly, sending a familiar warmth spreading through me.

The waiter appeared to clear our plates. "Will there be anything else, Mr. Blackwood?"

"Just the check, thank you." Ryan never took his eyes off me.

The ride home was charged with electricity. Ryan’s hand rested on my thigh, his thumb tracing small circles that sent shivers up my spine. I glanced at his profile, illuminated by the passing streetlights. His jaw was set, eyes focused on the road, but I could feel the tension rolling off him.

"You’re quiet," I observed.

"Just thinking."

"About?"

He looked at me briefly, his eyes intense. "About getting you home."

When we finally arrived, Ryan helped me out of the car, his hand lingering at the small of my back as we walked to the door. The moment we stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted.

"Ryan, I—" My words were cut short as he turned me around, pressing me gently against the closed door.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

His hands cupped my face so tenderly it made my heart ache. The contrast between his restraint and the naked desire in his eyes was intoxicating. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against mine—just barely, a question more than a kiss.

I answered by pulling him closer, my fingers tangling in his hair. The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate at first, then growing more urgent. His hands moved down to my waist, careful, always careful around my growing belly.

"Are you sure?" he murmured against my lips. "With everything today..."

"I’ve never been more sure," I breathed, taking his hand and leading him toward the bedroom.

The room was bathed in soft moonlight streaming through the windows. Ryan stood behind me, his hands gently sliding my jacket off my shoulders. Each touch was purposeful, reverent. He brushed my hair aside to place his lips against my neck, sending delicious tingles down my spine.

"Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable," he whispered, his hands now working on the buttons of my blouse.

I nodded, unable to form words as his fingertips traced the newly exposed skin. The blouse fell away, followed by my skirt, pooling around my ankles in a whisper of fabric.

Ryan turned me around slowly, his eyes darkening as they traveled over my body. My pregnancy had changed me, curves fuller, skin glowing. The way he looked at me—like I was something precious, something to be worshipped—made me feel beautiful in ways I’d never experienced before.

I leaned down to kiss him, my hair creating a curtain around us. His hands traveled up my back, holding me close as our bodies began moving together in an ancient rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming—each touch, each breath, each whispered word building toward something magnificent.

Ryan was everywhere—his scent, his taste, his touch consuming me entirely. The careful restraint he’d shown earlier had transformed into something more desperate, more real. His hands guided my hips, setting a pace that had me gasping his name.

"Look at me," he commanded softly.

I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze. The connection was electric, intimate in a way that transcended the physical. In that moment, I felt truly seen—not as the woman who’d lost her memory, not as the designer fighting for recognition, but simply as Serena.

As we moved together, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only this—only us—bound together in a dance as old as time itself. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

When release finally came, it washed over me in waves, Ryan’s name a prayer on my lips. He followed shortly after, his body tensing beneath mine as he whispered my name like a sacred vow.

Afterward, we lay tangled together, his hand gently stroking my belly. The baby kicked, as if acknowledging his presence.

"Did you feel that?" I whispered, placing my hand over his.

He nodded, eyes wide with wonder. "It’s incredible."

In the quiet that followed, I felt something shift between us—something profound and unnameable. Whatever complications awaited us beyond this room, this moment was ours, perfect in its simplicity.

Ryan pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Sleep," he murmured. "I’ve got you."