Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 100

Chapter 100 18+ RAVEL THREE YEARS AGO The looming deadline set by the mysterious sender for delivering the divorce papers to Hazel falls upon us tomorrow. I’ve already consulted with my attorney, who guarantees that the necessary paperwork will be prepared by then. I can honestly say I’ve never feared a day with such apprehension in all my years. In the midst of my unease, the bathroom door slowly swung open, revealing Hazel draped in a luxurious, pristine-white towel. She teasingly dangled a container of body lotion before me, her eyes pleading, “Could you do me a favor and assist with my back, darling?” Absolutely not. “Come closer,” I whispered, fully aware that this might be our final opportunity for such intimacy in the foreseeable future. Hazel gracefully settled beside me on the bed, placing the body cream in my hand and turning to present her back, the towel gradually falling away. I pressed a tender kiss onto her exposed skin before commencing with the lotion, my fingers working with gentle dedication, melding it into her supple flesh. My hands continued their sensual massage even after the cream had been applied. Sensing the weight of our impending separation, I leaned in, kissing her back with a gentle fervor. “Hazel,” I uttered in a low, impassioned voice, “I love you more than words can convey.” She turned to meet my gaze, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. “My love for you is so profound that your absence feels like a suffocating void,” I confessed, breathlessly.

Tonight, consumed by an overwhelming sense of suffocation, I couldn’t bear to take things slow with Hazel. Tonight, the air was heavy with an undeniable urgency, as if every breath threatened to suffocate me. Hazel’s lips crashed against mine, a desperate hunger mirroring my own desires. Fingers trembling with anticipation, she fumbled to undo the buttons of my shirt, while I hastily discarded the remaining

towel that clung to her body, carelessly discarding it onto the cold floor. In our shared frenzy, we moved with a clumsy eagerness, our bodies entangled in a dance of passion. As she forcefully removed my shirt, I struggled to free myself from the confines of my pants. Yet, before I could fully disentangle myself, Hazel’s hands found the waistband of my boxer briefs, her determination evident. With a subtle lift of my hips, I aided her in removing the final barrier, allowing our desires to intertwine without restraint. As soon as my throbbing co ck is released into her delicate, velvety hand, a surge of electricity courses through my veins. I instinctively pulled her towards me, my hand reaching around her to hold my co ck as she glided down over my length. With a powerful thrust, I penetrated her from below, causing a symphony of pleasure to escape our lips in perfect harmony. “Rav…” she moaned, her voice a mixture of ecstasy and disbelief. “I’ll never cease to be amazed by your incredible size.” Our mouths collided in a passionate frenzy, our tongues dancing in sync with our bodies. Her nails dug into my bare chest, leaving a trail of fiery sensations in their wake. My fingertips dug into her hips, guiding her with a primal urgency, urging her to ravish me with an intensity that matches my own. The sensation of being enveloped by her warmth and tightness is unparalleled a sensation that transcends any other pleasure known to man. I adore the intimate connection I share with my wife, but it is her radiant smile that truly captivates my heart. It is a smile that lights up my world, a smile that brings me immeasurable joy and contentment. In that moment, as our bodies intertwine and our desires intertwine, I am reminded once again that nothing compares to the sheer bliss of being with her. As I slid my free hand between us, I sought out her cl it, eager to provide her with a moment of intense pleasure. The sound of her moaning my name only fueled my desire, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. It was inevitable that I would soon release myself inside her. As I skillfully rubbed her c lit in firm, circular motions, her pu ssy tightened around me, a clear sign of her pleasure. The sensation elicited a hiss of satisfaction from me, prompting me to thrust my hips with even more force. In response, she bit

down on my lower lip and ran her fingers down my chest, leaving a trail of sensation in their wake. “Come for me, Hazel!” I urged, my voice filled with a mix of desire and urgency. “I need you to climax before I embarrass myself in front of my wife.” The intensity of the moment pushed me to the edge, and I could already feel myself teetering on the brink of release. With a smile pressed against my lips, she moved her hips in perfect harmony with my touch on her cl it. A loud moan escaped her, signaling that she was on the brink of ecstasy. Skillfully pinching her cl it just the way she adored, I was rewarded with the sight of her body convulsing as she experienced a powerful climax. Her lips formed my name, escaping in a wild screech as pleasure consumed her. The intensity of her cries drove me to the edge. Leaning in, I sucked on her neck with enough force to leave a mark, marking her as mine. At the same time, my body tensed up, my balls tightening. Grinding against her, I let out a deep groan as I released my seed, ensuring that she took every last drop. As she wrapped her arms around my neck, she hugged me tightly, and I found myself burying my nose against her flesh, inhaling her unique, sweaty scent. I couldn’t resist licking her salty skin, branding her with my teeth. In that moment, I felt a surge of desire, hardening again like a teenager. The thought of surviving without her seemed unbearable. With her in my arms, I effortlessly flipped her over, and we tumbled onto the bed. Our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss. I swiftly discarded my pants, which had pooled around my feet, and then I slowly entered her once more. As I stared into her eyes, I made sure to remind her of my love, hoping that she would remember this when I inevitably came begging for her forgiveness in the future. We indulged in hours of teasing, tasting, and pleasuring each other. It felt as if I couldn’t keep my desire at bay, constantly craving her. The hours passed by, until eventually, both of us grew tired and satisfied. As Hazel finally drifted off to sleep, her breathing became steady and calm. It was clear that I had exhausted her completely. I gently placed a kiss on her forehead, feeling the steady beat of her heart against my bare chest.

Leaning in closer to her sleeping form, I whispered softly, “I’m sorry, Hazel. I’m sorry that our plans didn’t unfold the way we had hoped.” I kissed her once more, my lips lingering on her skin. “I promised you a fairytale marriage, but now I find myself on the verge of offering you a messy divorce.” A single tear escaped my eye, tracing a path down my cheek. I let out a bitter chuckle, quickly wiping it away. “How is it possible for a man to make love to his wife for hours, only to find himself shedding tears the very next moment?” As she stirred, I carefully inclined my neck to check if her slumber remained undisturbed. Enchanted by the serenity of her sleeping visage, I couldn’t resist the urge to capture the moment, reaching for my phone to discreetly snap a photo. With a sigh, I whispered softly to her, my voice laced with regret, “I genuinely hope that someday, against all odds, you might find it in your heart to forgive me, even though I am well aware that I don’t deserve it in the slightest.” I was resolute about one thing, though. As I watched her lying there, vulnerable and naked, wrapped in peaceful repose, I made a silent vow to myself. “No matter what the future holds, even if you find solace in the arms of another man,” I thought, “I will fight relentlessly until I have you in this same tender embrace once more.” Hazel stirred once more, her eyes gradually parting to gaze sleepily upon me. “How are you still awake?” she mumbled, her tiredness evident as she struggled to keep her eyes open. I couldn’t help but smile down at her, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss upon her forehead. “Go to sleep, Hazel,” I softly urged. Returning my smile, she nestled herself more snugly against my body. With a resigned sigh, I closed my eyes, attempting to coax sleep to embrace me, even though I knew it wouldn’t come easily, if at all.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.