All Chapters of After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CELESTINE'S POV:Must be pushing two a.m., room hazy with sex and city glow, when I shove his chest hard. "My turn now, you greedy man." He flops back laughing, cock twitching half-hard already, eyes sparking mischief. I straddled his hips, tying his wrists tight to the headboard iron. He tugs once, testing, eyes going wide, dark with shock and heat, dick thickening fast under me. "Celestine... what the fuck are you—""Something you taught me," I purr, leaning down to nip his jaw, breath hot on his ear. "Payback time. But first..." Trail kisses down his chest, tongue dipping his navel, till I'm hovering over that gorgeous cock, now fully hard again, veins pulsing, head shiny. "Wanna suck you. First time for real, show me right."He groans ragged, hips twitching up. "Fuck yes, start slow, lick the head, baby. Taste me." I do, tongue flicking the salty bead at his slit, swirling the fat crown slow, musky and addictive. "Good, now suck it in, hand on the shaft, twist a little." Lips wrap

CELESTINE'S POV:My father places my hand in Lysander's and steps back. Lysander's fingers close around mine, warm and steady, and I feel something settle in my chest, something that feels like peace."You are beautiful," he whispers."You are not so bad yourself," I whisper back.The priest begins to speak. Words about love and commitment and the sacred bond of marriage. I do not hear most of them. I am too busy looking at Lysander, at the way the candlelight plays across his face, at the way his thumb is tracing circles on the back of my hand, at the way he is looking at me like I am the most precious thing in the world.Then it is time for our vows.Lysander goes first. He clears his throat. He looks down at our joined hands, then up at my face, and his gray eyes are so full of love that I feel my own eyes start to burn."I have waited years to call you mine," he says, and his voice is rough, emotional, nothing like the cold, distant monster the world thinks he is. "I will wait mor

CELESTINE'S POV:I shatter hard, screaming his name as the orgasm rips through me. He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and sucking, drawing out every pulse until I’m shaking and oversensitive, begging incoherently.Only then does he rise, his chin glistening with my arousal. His cock is rock-hard, thick and veined, the head flushed dark and already leaking. He strokes it slowly, eyes locked on my spread, dripping pussy like it’s his greatest prize.He flips me onto my hands and knees, yanks my hips back, and slams into me in one brutal thrust. I scream at the sudden stretch, the delicious burn of him filling me completely. He doesn’t give me time to breathe, he grips my hips hard enough to bruise and starts fucking me with deep, punishing strokes, his heavy balls slapping against my clit with every thrust.“Take this cock,” he snarls, one hand fisting my hair and pulling my head back. “This tight little cunt belongs to me now. Say it.”“It’s yours!” I sob, pushing back to meet every sav

CELESTINE'S POV:The days blur together in the best possible way.We wake up with the sun and make love in the golden light that streams through the windows, slow and lazy and sweet. We eat breakfast on the porch, fresh fruit and pastries and coffee that Lysander makes while I sit in the hammock and watch the waves. We swim in the ocean, naked, because there is no one around to see us and because we can. We have sex in the water, which is harder than it looks and also very, very worth it.One afternoon, Lysander looks at me with those gray eyes and pulls a handful of silk scarves out of the bag he brought. I raise my eyebrows at him."Something you want to try?" I ask.He ties my wrists to the headboard, gently, carefully, and then he takes his time with me. He touches every inch of my body, kisses every inch of my body, whispers things in my ear that make me blush and moan and arch my back and beg him for more. He does not give me more. He makes me wait. He makes me ache. He makes me

KIER'S POV:So I leaked the story to the tabloids. And no, not through my own name, of course, I am not tjat mad. Through a friend of a friend of a friend, someone who owed me a favor and was happy to cash it in for the right price. The story went out on a Friday night, prime time for the news cycle, and by Saturday morning it was everywhere.I sat in my study with the television on and my laptop open and my phone buzzing with notifications from people who wanted to know if the story was true, if I was okay, if there was anything they could do to help. I did not answer any of them. I just watched and I listened.The news panel came on around midday. A woman with sharp cheekbones and too much lipstick was sitting behind a desk, flanked by three talking heads who looked like they had been pulled from central casting. I turned up the volume and leaned back in my chair."Welcome back," the anchor said, shaking her head slowly. "We are following the story that has everyone talking today. C