My Ex-Husband is Out of Control Novel by Glory Writes

Sophia’s POV

The storm raged outside, the wind howling like a restless spirit, and the thunder clapped with such ferocity it felt like the world was splitting in two.

I lay on the bed, rigid and tense, my heart racing as realized that I had an arm draped over the man lying beside me. The room was dark, save for the occasional flashes of lightning that illuminated Elijah’s profile.

As the rain pounded against the window, I listened to the steady rhythm of Elijah’s breathing. I began to pull away. But then, thunder boomed again, and I flinched involuntarily. In the darkness, I felt the mattress shift as Elijah turned toward me, opening his eyes and gazing at me with deep longing.

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“Sophia,” he murmured, touching my face and leaning in to kiss me.

It was gentle at first, and I found myself closing my eyes and simply relishing the familiar taste of his lips on mine, only passively responding. I didn’t move away, even though every rational part of me screamed that I should.

His kiss was soft, and tentative, as if he was testing the waters. And then, slowly, a spark ignited within me. My chest felt as if it was bursting with emotion. My body turned hot, blazing with an intense craving that I never knew I had. The years of negative feelings I’d harbored for him melted away in that instance, and I found myself kissing him back with greater fervor.

Is it habit? The comfort of familiarity? Or is there something deeper, something I hadn’t acknowledged for a long time?

I had never been with another man since Elijah. Maybe it was easier to fall back into old patterns than to confront the unknown.

His hand moved to the small of my back, pulling me closer, and I responded eagerly. Our bodies pressed together, the heat between us contrasting sharply with the chill in the room. I could feel his heartbeat, fast and strong, mirroring my own, blending with the sound of the rain.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

The kiss deepened, heightening the heat burning inside me. My fingers tangled in his hair while his hands moved fleetingly across my neck, shoulders, and arms, every little touch causing waves of electricity to shoot across my body.

Deep inside, am I still in love with him? The question popped in my head out of nowhere. Did I just force myself to bury it but it never disappeared, after all?

Or perhaps, I’m just carried away by this stormy night and his proximity.

My mind wrestled with the questions, but my body betrayed no uncertainty. I wanted him, needed him, in that moment.

Elijah’s hands roamed my back, his warmth piercing through the thin material of my shirt. My heart pounded harder.

And as our carnal desires led us further, one by one, the pleces of our clothing were taken off. All the questions in my mind had fled. Only one thing was running through my head. I want him badly. I want him now.

Another thunder clapped in the distance, but I hardly noticed it anymore. I was too engrossed in the sensations that engulfed my whole body as he pleasured me all over with the use of his mouth and his hands.

Our soft moans were overpowered by the noise of the storm. But as I felt my body escalating to greater pleasure, I could no longer hold back. I quivered uncontrollably, accompanied by a louder, longer sound of gratification that egged him to keep going.

Every warning bell ringing in my head a while ago had now been silenced. My body had a mind of its own, savoring the way it fits right into his when he finally brought us together to be one.

It felt so damn good to be this close to him again. And to my shock, it felt right. Even more so now than when we were married.

My fingernails slightly dug into his back as the act intensified. I gasped as bouts of pleasure filled me once more, one after the other, lifting me higher into a state of euphoria.

“Oh, Sophia,” he whispered as he kept on. I had a glimpse of his face. He was coming close to his peak, just as I was to mine. Again..

I let myself get lost in the sensation, the taste of him, the feel of his body against mine. The storm outside seemed to fade into the background, a mere echo compared to the tempest within me.

“Elijah,” I whispered, the bare sound of his name on my lips an expression of a burning desire that had lain dormant within me for so long.

I let myself surrender to the moment and to all the sensations that kept on rising rapidly in my body. And finally, in just a few seconds, I felt myself tremble as unadulterated rapture wrapped around me At the same time, Elijah exploded with his own bliss, his face showing the amazing gratification that he was experiencing at that moment.

Then it was over. We lay there spent, breathing heavily, silently tormented by the confusing arguments in our heads and the potential repercussions of this act.

He kissed me on the cheek. A soft, sweet kiss. “Good night, Sophia,” he murmured.

I closed my eyes, lifting the blanket at my feet to cover my entire body. I turned to the other side and forced myself to fall back to sleep.