Falling For My Accidental CEO Husband-Chapter 312: Help

It wasn’t obvious. But she felt it, and that single move made her feel powerful enough. Slowly, she traced her lips along the lines of his scars, all old and new....

And then, as her lips tocuhed the last of the scar along the side of his waist, she paused, her breath hot against his skin, waiting to see if he would move again.

He didn’t. Slowly, she dragged her palms, tracing the structure of his body, as if mapping out the man and then stopped waiting for a reaction. Again there was nothing. So, she stepped away from him and stood up, circled around him and stood there, looking down at him as he waited submissively on his knees, awaiting his next ’instructuon.’

Her gaze dropped to his chest, tracing the hard contours until it landed on something that made her pause. Just above his heart, a faint scar cut diagonally through the skin.

Unable to stop herself, she reached out, and with the tip of her index finger, she followed its path, lightly drawing the line from end to end.

His body reacted before he did.

A single flinch, quick and small, but enough to tell her this one meant something. Her eyes lifted to his face. His head was tilted downward, but his eyes were closed now, jaw locked. She didn’t need to ask what he was doing,she could see it in the way his throat tightened slightly, in the way his fingers curled faintly against his thighs. He was holding on. Fighting for control.

She knelt in front of him, leaned in and pressed her lips gently to the center of the scar.

His body jerked again, more sharply this time as his hands clenched tighter.

She pulled back enough to study his face. Still closed eyes. A muscle twitched along his cheek, and his chest rose in a shallow breath that didn’t quite make it all the way out. One of his hands shifted slightly, fingers lifting as if to stop her, but the motion stalled halfway, unsure of itself as he’d already brought his hand back.

Her hand moved to the length of chain still looped through his collar and she gave it a sudden tug. Not enough to choke, but firm enough to demand that he look at her. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

His eyes opened instantly, and when they met hers, she almost lost her breath at the sheer raw look of them

They burned. Anger, restraint, something primal behind them, wild and taut. She wanted to look away but didn’t dare to. It was a heady feeling, knowing that in this moment, she was the one who had brought out this kind of emotion in this man.

She met his gaze with unwavering calm, though her insides were in chaos. But something told her, that she needed to continue this for herself and for him.. So, without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward again and pressed her mouth to the scar a second time—open now, slower, more deliberate.

His breath stuttered, a sharp exhale against her temple.

"Don’t," he said, voice raw and low, but it lacked conviction.

She didn’t respond. She kissed the scar again, then again, each press of her lips slower than the last. Her mouth moved along the old wound and each time, she saw his body going slack.

His hands flexed beside her, then rose again, uncertain, hovering like he didn’t know if he wanted to push her away or pull her closer. She didn’t wait to find out. Her grip on the chain tightened, and she gave it another tug, commanding him to stay exactly where he was.

His breath caught. His eyes flashed again.

But he didn’t stop her.

She kept going.

Each kiss was a test, a challenge, pushing at the edge of whatever control he had left. And she could feel it now, how close he was to breaking—his posture had shifted, his muscles tensed in all the wrong ways, no longer rigid with training but trembling with something else entirely. She could feel the tension building in the way his chest heaved, in the way his jaw clenched every time her lips brushed against the scar.

When she was certain he was seconds away from snapping, she pulled back and rose to her feet.

She didn’t speak at first.

She turned her back to him and walked away. Her steps were silent against the floor, and she didn’t glance back to see if he was watching. She already knew he was.

She stopped near the foot of the bed and looked straight ahead as if the moment between them hadn’t just shifted. As if she hadn’t just reached inside him and twisted something he thought he had buried.

Her voice was quiet and firm when she spoke. "Bed."

As expected of him, despite the turmoil of emptions he was going through, she felt him get up and move towards the bed and kneel there.

She approached the bed slowly, watching him as he knelt at its edge.

Ella stopped in front of him and reached out, her fingers slipping gently into his hair.

He didn’t move.

Her touch was light at first, combing through the strands as if familiarising herself with the shape of his skull, the warmth of him. She let her nails graze his scalp, not to tease, but to soothe. His eyes had dropped again and she knew he had really surrendered himself to her at this time. She had epxected to feel triumph, but all she felt was gratitude. This man had been like a knife, always stabbing her, chipping away at her defences with his taunts and sarcastic remarks, but she knew he was also the one who had made her stronger...

And now, seeing him, trusting her with himself, she felt an inexplicable urge to soothe him. She wanted him to let go of all his hurts and pain.

She stepped closer, her knees brushing his as she leaned in. Her hand shifted from his hair to cup the side of his face, and with a soft exhale, she bent down and kissed his forehead.

Then another kiss, at the temple.

Then the other side.

She shifted her weight, tilted his face slightly in her hands, and kissed the corner of his eye. His lashes fluttered against her skin.

Another kiss landed near the bridge of his nose. One to the hollow of his cheek. One on the line of his jaw.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t stop her. But his hands slowly unclenched at his sides, fingers relaxing onto his thighs, shoulders lowering by degrees. His breath came out slower now, the rough edge from before slipping away as her mouth brushed against his skin again and again.

Ella tilted his chin upward with a gentle nudge of her knuckles and kissed a corner of his lips... He jolted. His hands came up then and he caught her neck, turned his head, taking her lips in a ferocious kiss.

She kissed him back with the same intensity as he did, and as their tongues tangled, she knew, that somehow something new was going to be forged betwee them... She straddled him then, and his hands came to her thighs, holding her close as he broke the kiss, staring into her eyes with a possessive light that sent a thrill through her.

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