Chased by My Possessive Ex (Dylan) novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42

DYLAN

I was so exhausted from everything that had happened over the past few days that I hadn’t even realized when sleep finally claimed me. My mind had been a blur of chaos, and somewhere between confusion and disbelief, I’d simply shut down.

The next thing I knew, I was being pulled back from that haze by a tender touch. A warm hand brushed against my cheek, soft but deliberate, tracing small circles as if memorizing my face.

My lashes fluttered open, heavy with sleep, and I was met by the sharp, piercing blue of his eyes. They were close–too close -studying me with that same intensity that always left me feeling stripped bare. It was like he could see every thought I was too afraid to voice.

“How did you get in here? “I mumbled, still groggy, my voice laced with irritation I didn’t even bother hiding.

Hunter’s lips curved into that infuriatingly lazy smile of his. “I have keys, my wife,” he said, his tone dripping with

amusement.

I groaned and rolled my eyes, too tired to argue. Turning my back to him, I buried my face into the pillow, hoping he’d take the hint and leave me alone. “You’re impossible,” I muttered.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and rich, vibrating from his chest. “I know, little dove, I know,” he murmured, his breath warm against the back of my neck.

Then I felt it–the solid weight of his arm slipping around my waist, pulling me closer until his chest pressed against my back. His warmth seeped into me, steady and consuming, chasing away the chill in the room. I told myself to move, to tell him off, but my body betrayed me, relaxing instead.

The rise and fall of his breathing brushed against my shoulder, slow and rhythmic, and for a fleeting moment, I let myself stop fighting it.

It should’ve felt suffocating. It should’ve felt wrong.

But instead, it felt… safe.

That thought alone terrified me more than anything that had happened before.

He planted a soft kiss on my temple, his lips lingering there just long enough to make my heart stumble before his deep voice brushed against my ear.

“As much as I want to stay like this all night, we need to get ready,” he whispered, his breath warm and steady.

I turned to face him with a pout, still half–buried in the sheets. “Ready for what?” I grumbled, frowning at him like a child being pulled from a dream. But the moment our eyes met, my protest caught in my

throat.

We were too close. So close I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, see the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw, and count the slow rise and fall of his chest against mine. My breath hitched, and I instinctively held it, afraid that even the smallest sound would break whatever fragile thing hung between us.

Then it happened–his gaze dipped to my lips, and the faintest hint of a smile curved on his mouth.

Before I could even react, he closed the distance.

His lips brushed mine softly–tentative, almost reverent. My eyes flew open in shock, but before I could push him away, the warmth of his kiss seeped through me, melting my resistance. It wasn’t like his usual kisses–those were wild and consuming, full of hunger and possessiveness that left me dizzy.

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This one was different.

It was slow, tender… heartbreakingly gentle. The kind of kiss that made my chest ache and my thoughts scatter. It was the kind of kiss that felt like a promise, though I didn’t know of what.

My hands, which I didn’t remember moving, gripped the fabric of his shirt, and for a moment, the world outside that room. ceased to exist. It was just the two of us–his lips, my racing pulse, and the

of something dangerous blooming

between us.

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Hunter’s hand slid to the back of my neck, his fingers threading gently through my hair as he deepened the kiss. The shift was subtle at first–a press, a sigh, a pull–and then everything inside me seemed to unravel.

The soft kiss turned into something slower, deeper… hungrier. His lips moved against mine with a deliberate tenderness that made my pulse thrum in my ears. Every brush of his mouth drew me closer until I could barely think, barely breathe. My hands, which had been clutching the sheets, found their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my palms.

He tasted faintly of coffee and something darker–something that was entirely him. When he angled his head and deepened the kiss even further, a low, desperate sound escaped from my throat before I could stop it. I could feel his smirk against my lips, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

His thumb brushed over my jaw, tilting my face up to his. The way he kissed me wasn’t just about possession anymore–it was something else. Something that made my knees weak even though I was lying down.

When he finally broke the kiss, his breath was ragged, his forehead resting against mine..

“See what you do to me, little dove?” He murmured, his voice rough and low.

I swallowed hard, my lips still tingling, my thoughts spinning. “You started it,” I whispered back, trying to sound unaffected, though my voice betrayed me with a tremor.

He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin. “And as much as I wanted to finish it, we really need to get ready. Our reservation will be at eight,” he said.

“Then, get off of me so I can prepare,” I replied.

Hunter didn’t move right away. Instead, he hovered above me, his lips curving into that maddeningly confident smirk that always managed to make my stomach flip. His thumb brushed along my jaw again, slow and deliberate, as if memorizing the shape of my face.

“Get off you?” he echoed, his tone dripping with amusement. “You make it sound so easy, little dove.”

My glare did little to hide the warmth rising to my cheeks. “Hunter,” I warned, trying to sound firm even though my voice came out softer than intended. “You said we have a reservation. You’re wasting time.”

He leaned in just enough for his breath to tickle my ear. “I like’wasting time with you.”

Before I could muster a reply, he gave a low laugh and finally rolled off me, stretching lazily beside me on the bed like a man who had all the time in the world. I sat up quickly, clutching the blanket to my chest, trying to calm the wild rhythm of my

heart.

As I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, I could feel his eyes on me–intense, unrelenting. When I glanced back, he was propped on one elbow, watching me with that unreadable expression that made me both flustered and curious.

“What?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Nothing,” he said, though the smirk tugging at his lips said otherwise. “Just admiring my wife. It’s a nice view to start the evening.”

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