Yearning Desire: Reclaimed by My Billionaire Ex-Lover!

Carefully sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes trailing on her restless face. Making sure that she wasn't disturbed from her slumber, he forwarded a hand and lightly brushed his fingers on her plump lips that were dry and open as she drew her breaths, her pale soft skin looking clammy and nothing like the delicious creamy texture that he adored so much. Her long eyelashes caressed her cheeks while dark bags had grown under her eyes, indicating her weariness and stress while her flushed cheeks retained the stains of her tears. A pang of guilt clutched at his heart, something he thought he wasn't capable of feeling yet he felt it and only for her. Because he knew that he was the cause of her current state but he couldn't help it, ever since she entered his life, he was besides himself and acted on pure unadulterated male impulses.

He sighed to himself. He was glad that she was asleep because he didn't want her to listen to what he wanted to confess, not only to her but also to himself.

"I know that I forced this life on you," He started in a soft whisper, his fingers gently tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "But I cant help it. When it comes to you, I'm selfish beyond compare. You don't realise what you mean to me and even though I have to force everything upon you, I know that one day you will forgive me and accept me for what I am and what I did to you," he murmured lightly, continuing to caress his hand on her cheek carefully.

"You're like a breath of fresh air in my dark and desolated world. I find peace with you around me. My sleeping humanity wakes and I have this urge to make my life better. I know that with the way things have gone in my life, even if I die, I'll go straight to hell but I'll have no regrets because I got a taste of heaven in this life, with you." He confessed and leaned in, planting a feathery kiss on her forehead. She began to stir in her sleep so he quickly made his way out of the bedroom before she woke up and found him in a vulnerable state.

But he stopped and retraced his steps. Reaching her side, he sat on his toes, his eyes roaming around her every feature as the pad of his thumb carefully caressed her dry plump lips. She was still unconscious and thus, she would never know what he was about to say and even if she did, she wasn't in the right state of mind to accept his confession.

He sighed lowly and leaned forward to plant a kiss on her lips.

"I love you." he murmured against her lips.