All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Regret: Your Uncle Wants Me Now: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Sophie’s POV He turned his head to look at me. His eyes were darker now, and there was a small, dangerous smile on his lips. “Say it again.”I felt my cheeks warm, but I did as he asked. “Daemon.”Ares let out a low, rough sound that went straight through me. He leaned a little closer, his voice dropping even lower so it felt like it was wrapping around me. “Fuck, Sophie. It sounds so good when you say it like that.” He reached over and gently brushed his fingers along my jaw. “I wonder how much better it would sound if you moaned it while I had my mouth between your legs. While I was licking your sweet pussy and making you come all over my tongue. I want to hear you say my name like that when you’re shaking and falling apart for me.”My breath caught. I could feel my face getting hotter, and a deep ache started between my thighs. I shifted slightly on the couch and tried to focus on my food, but his words were already making me wet. I could feel how soaked my panties were becoming j

Sophie’s POV He pulled away from my neck just enough to look me in the eyes. His gaze was dark and hungry, but there was still that careful patience in it, like he was giving me every chance to stop. “Do you want me to touch you?” he asked, his voice rough and low.“Yes,” I whispered without hesitation. My voice sounded small and needy.His eyes stayed locked on mine. “Where do you want me to touch you, Sophie? Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”I took his hand from my waist and guided it down between us. I placed it right over my crotch, right where I needed him most. Even through my dress and panties, I knew he could feel how hot and wet I was. His thumb pressed gently against me, rubbing slow circles over my clit through the layers of fabric.“You want me to touch you here, baby?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. His thumb kept moving in those slow, deliberate strokes that made my

Sophie’s POV By the time we reached the mansion, it was late. The house was quiet when we walked in. Most of the lights were off, and the only sound was the soft echo of our footsteps on the marble floor. Ares walked me all the way to my room. When we stopped in front of my door, he turned to face me. He cupped my face with both hands and kissed me again — slower this time, deeper, like he was trying to make it last.When he finally pulled away, his voice was soft but still rough with want.“Goodnight, Sophie,” he said. “Get some rest. You’re going to need it.”He kissed my forehead, then turned and walked down the long hallway toward his own wing of the mansion. I watched him go until he disappeared around the corner. My lips still tingled from his kiss, and my body still felt sensitive and warm.That night, when I finally fell asleep, I dreamt about him.In my dream, we were back in his office, but this time he didn’t stop at fingering me. In the dream, Ares had me bent over his de

Sophie’s POV Three words. Said with the same flat, neutral evenness of a man reporting the weather.I felt the anger move through me — quick and hot and unsurprising. This was Derek. This was Derek being deliberate about something, which was more dangerous than Derek being careless. When he was deliberate, he was usually also petty, and the combination of the two had a long history of landing on me.“Of course he did,” I said. My voice came out quieter than I expected, but there was an edge to it I couldn’t quite hide.Ares looked at me for a moment. Something moved through his expression — not anger, not frustration, but something colder and more considered than either of those. The expression of a man who had noted a thing and filed it in the category of things that would be addressed at the appropriate time. He didn’t comment on it. He simply reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his phone, and made

Sophie’s POVI blushed deeply, the heat rushing up from my neck to my cheeks as the aftershocks of my orgasm still rippled through my body. My thighs felt weak and shaky, my pussy still throbbing softly from the way his fingers had stretched and filled me. I tried to look away, to hide how exposed and flushed I felt, but Ares wouldn’t let me. His other hand came up and gently but firmly held my chin, tilting my face back toward him. His thumb brushed lightly over my lower lip, still wet from our earlier kisses.Before I could say anything, he leaned in and kissed me hard. His mouth claimed mine with a deep, hungry pressure, his tongue sliding in to taste me again. I could taste myself on him—sweet and warm, just like he had said—and the thought made my stomach flutter and my core clench once more. The kiss was slow and thorough, his lips moving against mine like he wanted to memorize every part of me. My hands came up to grip the front of his shirt, holding on as the plane hummed stea