A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 339

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“Well… it’s already too late for that,” he replied as he slowly walked towards me, his movement slow and calculated.

By surprise, he grabbed me tightly by the neck, choking me, and to my surprise it wasn’t tight enough to strangle me or even hurt me. I tried to look away but he made me face him, and slowly his lips met with mine, kissing me senseless. I was surprised… shocked to my bones that he could pull that move on me.

This kiss… it was unlike how he usually kissed me. It wasn’t rough, nor was it urgent. Instead, it was gentle, slow and sensual. What happened to the real Kye? Who the hell is this?

I melted into his touch, my mind blanking as his hand roamed all over me. The moment his hand slid into my hair, my body eased and I kissed him back with the same hunger that he gave, like I needed him to breathe. Because I have now become a horny little bitch that reacts to his touch… and voice.

The kiss grew hungrier and I felt him chest the table behind me, quietly but intentionally. And in one swift motion, he lifted me, my legs locking around his waist almost immediately, like it was a second nature and then he gently lowered me onto the now empty table, like I was something fragile.

He never broke the kiss, not even to take a breath. Unlike other times, this clearly wasn’t about release to him nor was it about control. Every brush of his fingers was deliberate, every sweep of his tongue a slow, possessive invasion. His tongue explored my mouth like it was trying to mark its territory and mh body reacted to his touch like it didn’t want any one else’s.

His arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled me closer to him, making me shiver as I melted into his touch.

I could feel nothing but pleasure as he slowly kissed down my neck, my head falling back instinctively as I let out a gasp. His mouth found mine again, deeper this time as he stepped in, pressing the full length of his body between my parted thighs.

His hands moved from my waist and made for my top, unbuttoning it and pulling off my body, leaving my sore breast clad in my bra exposed to his hungry eyes.

Our clothes started to slowly disappear as we took our time to take them off even though the air was thick with desire. The moment his boxer were down his legs, I reached for his hard cock that was now poking my stomach and wrapped my hands around it, stroking him with urgent need, not wanting him to remind me what I had to do.

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