Reborn to Replace My Cheating Husband

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He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths hitching in the tiny gap between them.His fingers warm, slightly calloused, and impossibly steady traced the line of her jaw, a slow glide that made her skin prickle.

Then, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingertips lingering on that sensitive patch of skin just below her lobe. It was a touch so reverent, so soft, that it made Diana’s heart ache with a longing she had buried years ago.

His palm slid further, cupping the back of her neck and gently tilting her head back. The movement exposed the pale, elegant curve of her throat, leaving her completely open to him. Ethan didn't rush. He began to pepper soft, lingering kisses along her jawline, his lips grazing her skin with a teasing lightness that drove her crazy. As he moved downward, hitting the frantic pulse point of her neck, Diana let out a shaky breath, her back arching instinctively against the cold, hard marble of the counter. The freezing stone behind her and the searing heat of his mouth on her skin sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to her core.

"Forget it all," he murmured, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that she felt in her very bones. "Just focus on me. Only me."

The tenderness was a drug, but beneath it, Diana could feel the storm breaking. His grip on her neck tightened , his breathing turning heavy and jagged. He was fighting a war against his own restraint, and Diana wanted him to lose every single battle.

Ethan’s hands began to wander, sliding down from her shoulders, grazing the fabric of her clothes. When his palms finally connected with the swell of her breasts, Diana let out a broken, whimpering moan. He didn't just touch her; he molded her, his thumbs circling her n*****s through the fabric, teasing the peaks until they were hard, aching points of pleasure.

Then, the gentleness snapped.

Driven by the sound of her moan, Ethan’s grip tightened violently. The romance was gone, replaced by a raw, possessive hunger. He squeezed her breasts hard, hard as f**k, his fingers digging into the soft tissue that made Diana’s head snap back. It was like a match dropped in gasoline; the sudden shift from soft to savage sent a wave of heat crashing down between her legs.

Diana felt a violent surge of moisture, her panties becoming instantly drenched as her body surrendered to the sheer masculinity of his hold. She gasped, her fingers clawing into the hard muscles of his shoulders, her hips tilting upward, begging for a friction that wasn't there yet.

"You like that?" Ethan groaned, his voice stripped of all softness, now a raw, needy rasp. He squeezed again, manipulating her breasts with a ruthless pressure that left her breathless. "Tell me you want this, Diana. Tell me you want me."

"I do... god, yes, I want you," she whimpered, her voice trembling.

Ethan didn't wait. He broke the kiss to dive his hand beneath the hem of her clothes, his fingers brushing against the damp silk of her underwear.

The second he felt how soaked she was, he let out a guttural sound of victory. He didn't move the fabric; he simply pressed his palm against her, rubbing her through the silk in fast, rhythmic circles.

Diana let out an unrestrained cry, her legs locking around his waist to pull him flush against her. The cold marble beneath her and the searing heat of his body created a sensory overload. He hit the exact spot, his thumb grinding into her c**t through the fabric until her vision blurred and her toes curled.

"You're so wet for me," he whispered, his mouth colliding with hers in a kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her, while his hand continued to work her into a frenzy.

The friction was driving her insane. Diana shifted her hips, grinding herself against the hard ridge of his c**k pressing through his trousers.

Ethan’s hand moved from her breasts back down to her thighs, sliding the silk of her underwear to the side with one decisive flick. The moment his bare fingers touched her slick, swollen center, Diana screamed into his mouth. He entered her in one fluid motion, two fingers sliding deep into her warmth.

She was tight, clutching him and that nearly broke his control. Ethan groaned, his hips jerking forward as he felt her walls pulsing around his fingers. He increased the pace, curling his fingers inside her, finding the rhythm that sent her spiraling toward the edge.

"Look at me," he commanded, pulling back just enough to see her face.

Diana opened her eyes, her pupils blown wide, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She looked completely undone, shattered and rebuilt in the span of minutes.

"I've wanted you since the moment I saw you," Ethan rasped, his eyes dark with an obsession that thrilled her. "Every time I had to pretend I didn't want to rip everything away just to get you alone... it was killing me."

The honesty was the final straw. Diana reached down, her hands shaking as she fumbled with his belt. She needed the weight of him; she needed to be filled. With desperate haste, she freed him from his trousers. He sprang free, thick, pulsing, and glistening at the tip.

Diana didn't hesitate. She guided him to her entrance, the head of his c**k brushing against her c**t, sending a fresh electric shock through her.

“Are you sure you want this?” Ethan whispered. With one powerful, deep thrust, Ethan drove himself inside her.

Diana let out a long, shuddering moan, her head falling back as she absorbed the sheer size of him. He was huge, hard, and relentless.

Ethan didn't give her a second to adjust. He began to move deep, punishing thrusts that hit her cervix and sent sparks across her vision. He gripped the edge of the counter on either side of her, his biceps bulging and veins popping as he turned his body into a piston of pure pleasure.