Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Possibly discomforted by the pinch, Audrey shifted away, emitting an unconscious hum.
Only then did Cornell discern that she was speaking in her sleep.
His body tensed, Cornell gently brushed aside the hair from her delicate neck, saying coaxingly, “Audrey, my dear, repeat it once more.”
Audrey dreamt of Kabir, her acting husband in Erick’s efforts to keep Cornell from learning he was precisely Janey’s biological father.
Unconsciously, her lips moved, uttering softly, “You’re not my husband…”
Cornell’s forehead creased slightly, correcting her, “I am.”
Exhausted, Audrey was unwilling to continue speaking.
Cornell, feeling helpless, softly patted her back. “Rest peacefully.”
Dawn was breaking.
Audrey gradually blinked her eyes open, automatically stretching.
Amidst of her stretch, her hand met with something solid, causing her to halt suddenly.
Glancing over, she realized she had inadvertently clasped onto Cornell’s chest.
In a panic, she scrambled to sit upright. Yet, her sudden movement caused dizziness, and she tumbled onto Cornell.
To make matters worse, their lips inadvertently brushed against each other.
Cornell was jolted awake by the sudden collision.
Instinctively, he seized Audrey’s slender waist, swiftly flipping her over and securing her beneath him in a defensive stance. Upon identifying Audrey’s face, his gaze abruptly darkened.
Cornell released his hold, adjusting to a more intimate embrace, his voice deep and throaty. “Attempting to steal a kiss, are you?”
Audrey was caught off guard. Cornell pressed against her, his closeness overwhelming. Especially in the early morning, his stance exuded an almost unbearably romantic aura.
Cornell’s gaze drifted downward, silently questioning. Though his weight rested upon Audrey, it wasn’t oppressive. Instead, it was a gentle restraint, preventing her escape with his embrace.
Trapped within his powerful arms, Audrey found herself unable to move.
She could only look at his face.
With Cornell’s collar slightly open from their proximity, Audrey’s eyes traced the lines of his taut abdominal muscles. He was undeniably handsome, and she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him.
With nowhere else to look, Audrey’s gaze settled on his collarbone as she said in a muffled voice, “I didn’t mean for this to happen…”
Cornell lowered his head, his eyes meeting her flushed face.
Suppressing his desires, he said in a low and magnetic voice, “I find that hard to believe.”
Audrey was stunned. It was just her lips inadvertently brushed against his. How could he make a fuss over this? Furrowing her brow, she asked, “Then what do you want? Tell me…”
Before Audrey could finish her sentence, Cornell loosened his grip.
Their bodies remained close, almost inseparable.
In a swift motion, he lifted her chin with his elegant fingers, capturing her lips in a sudden, passionate kiss.
It took Audrey by surprise. She felt her head spinning, her entire being consumed by his touch.
With a firm press, Cornell deepened the kiss, leaving Audrey breathless and overwhelmed.
Audrey cast her gaze downward, her mind a whirlwind of confusion. All she could do was endure the shameless caress of his lips.
Cornell’s large and warm palm tenderly traced the curve of her neck, moving with a deliberate slowness that made her shiver slightly.
Audrey’s body yielded to the fervor of desire, her muscles slackening under its weight.
Suddenly, Cornell pinched her, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins.
“Hmm…” Audrey whimpered softly, like a startled cat. Just as she moved to push him away, her wrist was firmly held in place.
Their lips met in a passionate French kiss, leaving Audrey’s heart racing in her chest.
Audrey admitted he was a master at charming. Even after half a decade, he still had the knack for bringing her joy.
Audrey felt like she was losing all her energy to this captivating man. He was a master of seduction.
“Audrey. Cornell finally released her lips, his voice hoarse with longing. “Give it to me, okay?”
Audrey remained in a daze, her lips parting slightly, her eyes glazed with desire.
Before she could respond, he leaned in and nibbled at her earlobe.
With a subtle movement of his fingertips, he lifted the hem of her nightgown and slipped his hand inside.
Audrey’s heart skipped a beat, her breath quickening. She couldn’t help but exclaim, “Cornell!”
“Yes…” His voice dropped to a husky whisper, his cold gaze now ablaze with intensity as he fixed it on her.
Audrey sucked in a sharp breath, hastily adjusting her nightdress. A blush crept up her cheeks. “No, we can’t…”
“Audrey, please…” Cornell’s voice was thick with desire, his eyes ablaze with need. He added in a low voice, “I can’t stand it anymore.”
Cornell had resisted for five long years, but now, with the one he loved before him, he could no longer hold back. He could no longer feign gentlemanly behavior. God, how he yearned for her…
As Audrey regained her senses, a blush crept onto her cheeks. Why was she so easily drawn to this man?
Cornell lowered his head again, his lips trailing kisses across her face, earlobe, neck…
Audrey felt like she was on fire. Her body pulsed with an insatiable longing.
Beads of sweat glistened on Cornell’s brow, evidence of his endurance.
“Audrey, you want me too, right? Don’t lie to me. I felt your response earlier…” His voice, husky with desire, filled the room.
Audrey instinctively bit her lip, her cheeks and ears turning red.
She wanted to deny it, but her body betrayed her, confirming her yearning. Shame washed over her like a wave. How could she react to him?
Before Audrey could ponder further, Cornell pressed his lips against hers, silencing any protest.
“Audrey, trust me. I can make you feel good…” As he spoke, he gently restrained her wrists, guiding them above her head, and trailed his cool lips along her earlobe and all the way down.
Audrey surrendered, her resistance crumbling under his touch. As Cornell promised, he granted her an experience unlike any other.
At that moment, contentment washed over Audrey. Surprisingly, this experience brought genuine joy, momentarily eclipsing all other concerns. For the first time, she had forgotten to dwell on the complex dynamics between them.
Afterward, Audrey lay spent, unable to muster the strength to move.
It wasn’t her exertion but Cornell’s tender care that left her feeling drained yet strangely content.
It felt as though she had been hit by a truck. Her body ached, her strength depleted, and discomfort lingered.
Cornell and Audrey were drenched in sweat, the air heavy with the lingering scent of passion.
Cornell enveloped her in a tight embrace, pressing gentle kisses against her skin. He longed to fuse her into his being, to never part from her again.
Audrey was held so close that she could scarcely draw a breath.
Sensing the heat radiating from him, she also felt a subtle tremor coursing through his frame.
“I’m very happy, Audrey,” Cornell said in a trembling voice, his excitement palpable.
Audrey was at a loss for words. Then, she recalled his words and chose to believe them. Cornell had waited for her faithfully for five years, never straying with another woman.
But what could that prove? Once the rush of passion faded, reality would rear its head, even more complicated than before. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to forgive him. She was simply overjoyed by his tactics. And she relished every moment of it.
Regaining a little strength, Audrey tapped his firm arm and said, “I’ll go take a shower.”
Regret gnawed at her mind. Why did she involve herself with him again? All she wanted was to stay under the cascading water and contemplate her next move.
Cornell didn’t give Audrey the chance to take a shower alone. With a tender touch, he caressed her nose and rasped, “Alright.”
Then, he swept her off her feet and went to the bathroom.
“Ah!” Audrey protested, “Put me down.”
There they were, both without clothes, and Audrey felt awkward about where to place her hands.
“Let me assist you.” Cornell set Audrey on a towel-draped countertop, hurriedly filled the tub with water, and then eased her into it.