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Ethan’s grip on the counter tightened as he buried his face into the curve of Diana’s neck, his breathing rough and uneven against her skin. The kitchen felt too small for the heat between them, every breath, every touch, every desperate sound making the air heavier.
Diana clung to his shoulders, her fingers trembling as he moved against her slowly this time, like he was trying to memorize every reaction she gave him. The harsh hunger from moments ago softened into something deeper, something far more dangerous because it carried feeling behind it.
His lips brushed against hers again, slower now, almost worshipful. “Diana,” he whispered, her name sounding wrecked on his tongue.
She looked at him, her chest rising and falling quickly, and for one terrifying second she forgot every reason she had to hold herself back from him. Forgot Thompson. Forgot betrayal. Forgot the walls she had spent years building around her heart.
All she could see was Ethan. The man standing between her legs, looking at her like she was something precious.
His hand slid gently into her hair before he kissed her again, deep and consuming. Diana melted into him instantly, her body responding before her thoughts could catch up. The kiss wasn’t rushed anymore. It was slow enough to feel dangerous, intimate enough to make her chest ache.
Ethan pulled away only to press kisses along her jaw and down her throat again, and Diana gasped softly when he bit down lightly at the sensitive skin beneath her ear.
“You drive me insane,” he muttered against her skin.
Diana let out a shaky laugh, though it came out more like a breathless moan. “You don’t look very sane right now either.”
That pulled a dark smile from him.
“No?” he asked quietly.
“No.”
His eyes locked onto hers, heavy and burning, and then his hands gripped her waist before he lifted her fully onto the counter. The movement startled a gasp out of her. Plates rattled somewhere nearby, but neither of them cared.
Ethan stepped between her thighs again, his forehead resting against hers for a brief moment as he needed the contact just as badly as she did.
Then his hands wandered lower.
Diana’s breath caught when he slowly pushed her dress higher against her thighs, his touch deliberate enough to make her pulse race wildly. He looked at her like he was trying to see every hidden reaction, every tiny movement she made.
“You’re beautiful,” he said softly.
The words hit harder than they should have.
Diana swallowed thickly, suddenly unable to look away from him. Nobody had ever said it to her like that before. Not like he meant every syllable.
Ethan’s fingers traced along her thigh, gentle at first before his grip tightened slightly, pulling another trembling breath from her lips.
He lowered himself slowly, eyes never leaving hers.
“Ethan…” she whispered, already knowing he was about to ruin her completely.
His lips brushed against the inside of her thigh first, teasing, patient enough to make her restless. Diana’s fingers immediately tangled in his hair as she watched him between her legs, and the sight alone nearly destroyed her composure.
He kissed higher.
Then higher again.
Diana’s breathing turned uneven, her body already shaking in anticipation. Ethan looked up at her once, his gaze dark and hungry, before he finally gave her what she wanted.
The sound that left Diana’s mouth barely sounded human.
Her head fell back instantly against the cabinet behind her as pleasure crashed through her body all at once. Ethan held her thighs firmly, keeping her exactly where he wanted her while he tasted her slowly, thoroughly, like he had dreamed about this for far too long.
“Oh my God…” she gasped.
Ethan groaned softly against her, the vibration making her shudder violently.
The kitchen disappeared around her after that.
All Diana could focus on was him. The way he touched her like he knew exactly how to break her apart. The way he kept looking up at her while she completely unraveled.
The way he seemed addicted to every sound she made.
Her fingers tightened in his hair as her hips jerked helplessly, and Ethan only held her tighter, refusing to let her escape from the overwhelming pleasure building inside her.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her skin. “Let go for me.”
The words alone nearly sent her over the edge.
Diana was breathing so hard now that her chest hurt. Her thighs trembled around him uncontrollably while heat coiled tighter and tighter deep inside her.
Then Ethan stood suddenly. Before she could even catch her breath properly, his mouth crashed against hers again, letting her taste herself on his tongue. The intimacy of it made her dizzy.
“You’re incredible,” he said roughly.
Diana pulled him closer immediately, kissing him harder this time, desperate and needy. Ethan answered with a low groan before his hands gripped her hips possessively.
The counter pressed cold beneath her while his body burned against hers, and the contrast drove her crazy.
He kissed her like a man starving. Slow one second. Rough the next.
Every touch felt dangerous because Diana could feel herself falling deeper with every passing moment.
And that terrified her.
Because this wasn’t supposed to happen.
Ethan wasn’t supposed to matter this much.
But when he looked at her the way he was looking at her now, like she was the only woman in the world, Diana realized she was already losing the fight.
Ethan rested his forehead against hers again, both of them breathing heavily. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered.
But Diana only cupped his face in her hands and kissed him again.
That was all the answer he needed.
The tension between them snapped completely after that.
Ethan pulled her against him while her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and the kitchen filled with broken breaths, soft gasps, and the sound of lips meeting desperately. Every movement between them became hungrier, more emotional, more reckless.
Diana had spent years feeling unwanted in her marriage, years pretending she was fine while pieces of herself slowly disappeared. But Ethan touched her like she was something worth craving.
She hid her face briefly against his shoulder, suddenly overwhelmed by emotion she wasn’t prepared for.
Ethan immediately noticed. His hands softened against her back. “Hey,” he murmured gently. “Look at me.”
Diana slowly lifted her eyes to his. The hunger in Ethan’s gaze eased enough for something else to show through.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
The tenderness in his voice almost hurt.
Diana nodded once, though her eyes burned slightly. “I just…” She laughed weakly. “I forgot what it felt like to be wanted.”
Ethan went completely still. Something dark flashed across his face at her words, anger meant for someone else entirely. Then he kissed her forehead softly.
“Don’t ever say that again,” he whispered. “Because any man who made you feel that way is a complete fool.”
Diana’s chest tightened painfully.
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