The End of a Marriage (Colette and Matheo) novel Chapter 262

Chapter 262

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Frustration gnawed at him, relentless and insatiable, burrowing

under his skin like a parasite he couldn’t shake. With a growl of rage,

he grabbed his phone and hurled it across the room, the sharp crack

of plastic against the wall barely satisfying the storm brewing inside

him. His fists clenched, his jaw locked tight, and he dragged a rough

hand through his hair as he paced, his body thrumming with barely

restrained energy.

Rejection burned through him like acid, scorching his pride, searing his ego. But worse–far worse–was the maddening truth he could no longer deny. One look at her, one glance into those wide, doe–like

eyes, brimming with innocence and just a hint of something she didn’t even understand, and he was undone. His carefully constructed

walls shattered, his control crumbled to dust. It was infuriating how

effortlessly she unraveled him, how one tilt of her head, one flutter of

her dark lashes, could reduce him to nothing more than a reckless,

desperate man consumed by want.

Even now, with nothing but the memory of her lingering in his mind,

heat coiled low in his stomach, thick and unbearable. His blood

pounded in his veins, rushing south with a force he had no hope of

stopping. He was hard–achingly, unbearably so–his body betraying

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him with ruthless precision.

Damn her.

Damn those soft lips, that delicate throat, the way her breath hitched

when he stood too close.

In all these months that he had spent away from her. A dream had

haunted him every night.

A vision of that dream now burned behind his eyes–her body arching

beneath him, her skin flushed and dewy with desire, those same

guileless eyes glazed with pleasure. He could almost feel the shape of

her beneath his hands, even in the dream, the way she would shudder

and sigh as he traced every curve, every dip, branding himself into

her with every heated touch.

And God–God–the thought of sinking into her, of finally claiming

her, made his head spin. He could almost feel it, the unbearable heat

of her, slick and tight, drawing him in, her body clenching around him

like she was made for him alone. He imagined her nails digging into

his back, her lips parting on a gasp as he filled her, stretching her,

consuming her inch by inch until there was nothing left between

them. Until she was his, in every way that mattered.

A harsh breath tore from his throat, and he braced himself against

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the wall, his fingers digging into the cold surface.

This was madness.

She was driving him mad.

And the worst part?

He would let her. He would welcome it.

Goddamn it!

Graham raked his fingers through his hair, exhaling sharply as

frustration clawed at his insides. He was doing it again–spiraling,

losing himself in thoughts of her, in memories that refused to stay

buried. And she wasn’t even in the damn room.

It infuriated him.

Three months ago, he had made his decision. He had told himself she

wasn’t worth the effort, that he had wasted too much time already-

chasing after a foolish, stubborn girl, trying to win her, convince her

of what could have been. He had called himself a fool for wanting her

so desperately, for lowering himself to the level of a man who begged.

And so, he had let her go.

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Or at least, he had thought he had.

But distance hadn’t done a damn thing to rid him of her. If anything,

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