Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219

The cat was filled with tension. Blake guided my hand to his belt, his desire evident and completely contrary to his gually cold, dignified ge

We were both slightly tipsy, and Blake seemed intent on removing our clothes right there in the car I struggled to maintain the last sheds of my gusta

In the garage, Blake carried me into the elevator, pressing me firmly against the wall for a frantic, passionate kiss. His hands roamed ons bede intense desire. “Give yourself to me, Anna? he growled, his voice low and seductive.

The elevator ascended quickly, and he swept me to the master bedroom, laying me on the bed. I closed my eyes, whispering. Hurry up, torn by oner undefined relationship and my reluctance to fully surrender.

Blake stripped off his clothes quickly, his hard, throbbing cock springing free, veins prominent and tip glistening with arousal, but he turned his attention solely to me.

He yanked away the blanket 1 clutched to my chest, exposing my bare skin. ‘Don’t hide,‘ he said, his fingers tracing up my ankle, then higher, brushing the soft curls of my pubic hair.

Blake took his time, his hands and lips working deliberately to erode my resistance. He explored my trembling body, his tongue leaving wet trails from my collarbone to my stomach, then lingering at my sensitive spots.

His fingers slid between my thighs, teasing the swollen folds of my pussy, circling my clif without entering, while his other hand cupped my breast, thumbing my hardened nipple.

He brought me to the edge repeatedly, his mouth sucking gently at my slick labia, tasting the wetness that betrayed my desire, but always pulling back.

His erect cock brushed against my leg, rigid and pulsing, yet he denied himself, focusing on servicing me–alternating firm strokes on my inner thighs and light flicks over my entrance.

“You know how good I can make you feel,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. Whenever I neared release, he stopped, his eyes burning into mine. Say you love me, and I’ll give you everything.”

Tears streamed down my face as I gripped the sheets, my body shaking with unfulfilled need, my pussy throbbing under his expert touch.

As dawn broke, Blake lay beside me, sweat on his taut muscles, his fingers still tracing my inner thigh.

“Babe, tell me you love me,” he pleaded, his lips on my ear, even as he fought his own desires.

In that moment, I saw vulnerability in his gaze, but I bit my lip, holding back.

Though we hadn’t crossed the line, the air was thick with the scent of our passion, my skin marked by his attentions.

“Why do you insist I say it?” I questioned.

“Anna, you have to love me, trust me, I’ll be good to you,” he replied.

I didn’t trust bedroom promises. “Blake, why can’t you say it?”

Confused, he asked, “What do you want to hear? I’ll say anything.”

I asked directly, “Why don’t you tell me you love me?”

His body froze. The passion that had been at its peak plummeted instantly. His physical reaction answered my question clearly.

“So there’s no need to be so fixated on whether I love you or not,” I said calmly. “Even if we don’t love each other, we can still do what lovers do.”

Blake bit my collarbone. “It’s different. You have other men around you. How do I know I’m the only one if you don’t say

I winced in pain. “Clear out the women around you first, then we can discuss this.”

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