The Billionaire's Ex-Wife (Her Ex-Husband's Regret) novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33 

Cassie. 

Seven years ago. 

I stare into his eyes. The world around us fades away as our gaze lock, the tension between us crackling like electricity in the air. Under the lover’s moon, I can see the shadow of his jawline, sharp… masculine. 

I have never felt this instant attraction with any guy before. But this man… this stranger… I cannot explain why I suddenly feel so drawn to him. 

Was it my drink? Did somebody spike it? 

Slowly, he takes a step closer. I feel his breath against my lips, warm and inviting. I feel the raw energy between us, pulling us closer like opposite poles of a magnet. 

I can smell the faint hint of his cologne, a musky scent that makes my head spin with desire. Without saying a word, he leans forward, closing the distance between us. 

I can feel his heartbeat against my chest as he presses his body against mine. 

“What is happening to me? This is so unlike me!” I scold myself, but I cannot find the courage nor the strength to walk away. I feel so drawn to him… even though I might be walking into a trip. I just don’t give a damn. 

How old are you?” he suddenly asks, and I know why he’s asking. 

“I’m of legal age. I assure you of that.” 

“Boyfriend: Husband?” 

“Why do you ask?” 

“I just don’t want any trouble,” he replies, his voice low and husky 

I shake my head, my heart pounding in my chest. “No boyfriend No husband. Just me.” 

“Good” he whispers, and without warning, he captures my lips in a searing kiss that steals my breath, and makes my knees weak. 

The feel of his lips is electrifying. Suddenly, all the nerves in my body feels alive. My skin seems like it’s on fire. I feel an unfamiliar gush of hot liquid between my legs, and I fight the urge to moan. 

The world fades away, leaving only the sensation of his touch and the taste of his lips against mine. 

“You don’t know this man! He could be a lunatic or a serial killer! 

I simply shove that voice at the back of my head. Right now, I’m done thinking. I only want to feel! And this man feels ‘so00 night! 

His hands move down my back, sending shivers down my spine as he pulls me closer. I can feel the heat of his body against mune, fueling the fire inside me I don’t let doubt or hesitation sway me. I only give in to the pull of this intoxicating 

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His touch against try skin wirs a hunger I never knew existed. His hands move with purpose and precision, as he slowly unbuttons my shirt. I let out a soft moan when I feel his hands against my bare skin as the fabric of my clothes falls at my 

feet. 

He leaves a trail of kisses from my chin down to my chest. 

“Oh god”” I cannot help the moan that escapes my lips when I feel his lips against the top of my breast. He gently sucks on the skin there, as if he is marking me. 

He wraps his arms around me and then he bent down and carried me in his arms. In big, purposeful strides he carried me to the bedroom, and it felt like I was floating in the air. 

The moon outside casts an otherworldly glow into the room. I stare up at him as he lays me on the bed. His eyes look darker, his expression drunk with desire. 

He takes off his top, revealing his perfect six-pack abs. Then he leans forward to claim my lips once again. His kisses are deep and intense, and I can feel the fire in his touch as his hands explore every curve of my body. 

The room is suddenly filled with the sound of his low, guttural growls, and my involuntary moans. 

His hands slowly unbuttoned my jeans. The he throws them on the floor. He ran his hands up my legs, leaving a trail of 

fire. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he says. “Tell me. Are you a witch or an angel?” 

I giggle seductively. “What do you think?” 

He bites my lower lip gently. “A witch for sure. You had me enchanted the very first moment I laid eyes on you.” 

He devoured my lips as he pushes me towards the bed and he climbs on top of me. I can feel the heat emanating from his body, and I’m drawn to him like a moth to a flame. My heart is racing, my breath hitches in my throat, and my entire body tingles with anticipation. 

He uses his knees to nudge my thighs apart. And as he presses down on me, I feel his rock hard member against my center. 

“Oh, god!” I moan against his lips. 

He lifts his head to gaze into my eyes, his expression a mix of desire and tenderness. “You’re mine, for tonight,” his voice low and seductive. 

“Take me…” I whisper. He stares back at me, smiling triumphantly. And in one swift motion, he buries himself in n making me squirm in pain. 

He freezes, his eyes wide with concern. “Are you alright?” he asks, pulling out slightly, his expression a mix of worry an confusion. 

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Just give me a moment,” I murmur, closing my eyes and focusing on the sensation of his hands on my body and the warmth of his skin against mine. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. 

He is big and I need time to adjust to his size. He gently caresses my skin, leaving a trail of kisses in them. He is fanning my desire, furling my lust, until slowly, I feel the pain beginning to subside, replaced by a strange mix of pleasure and pain. 

I’m sorry, he whispers. 

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“I’ll be okay,” I assure him. “I want this.” 

He nods and then ever so gently, he thrusts into me again… and again. 

And then I feel it. The urgency. The peak. 

“Please!” I say to him. 

“I know. I will give it to you,” he whispers 

And then it happens I feel like I’m exploding into a million colors. The pleasure washes over me like a tidal wave, crashing into all corners of my being, leaving me breathless and trembling. 

I feel myself becoming one with him, our souls intertwined in this moment of pure, raw passion. 

He stares back at me, with a proud smile on his face. Then with another kiss, he give me one final thrust. I feel his body trembling as he shouts my name. “Cassie!” 

And from there, time stands frozen. The clock stops ticking. Our hearts stop beating And I swear I will remember that moment for the rest of my life. 

After we go down from our high, he pulls out of me and gathers me in his arms. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. 

“Yes” 

“Does it still hurt?” 

I shake my head. “Not so much.” 

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He leans forward and plants a kiss on my forehead. “Take a rest 

I doze off. When I open my eyes again, dawn is already breaking I am in bed, and a pair of strong arms are wrapped around 

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