Running After my Secret Billionaire Ex-Wife by Yoonworks

Ciara pushed the door to their bedroom wide, feeling the familiar weight of silence fall around them. The area was darkly lit, with shadows dancing over the walls, creating an atmosphere full with unspoken words that they both knew they needed to let go. But none spoke. 

Callum came in behind her, his forehead pinched in anxiety as if he bore the weight of the world on his shoulders. After they had gotten married again, this was the first time they ended up having a fight and not fixing everything. Even when they lost their supposed third child, they were fine. But now, he wasn’t sure of what was happening between them. 

“Ciara…” he began, his voice low and cautious, eager to bridge the space between them. But before he could say another word, Ciara swung around and faced him. There was something about the emotions showing on her face that made Callum 

nervous. 

Without saying anything, she closed the distance between them, reaching up to cradle his face in her hands. The anticipation was worse than she knew keeping herself quiet would be. 

Her heart raced, and a violent mix of want and desperation erupted within her. This was not the time for explanations or apologies; she needed to reconfirm what they still had, despite the distance between them. 

Vanessa’s sudden presence within their lives had made her go crazy. But the fact that it was only her that was struggling right now, she wanted to at least feel Callum like she always does. 

She kissed him passionately, immersing herself in the embrace. The sensation of his lips against hers sent thrills down her spine–it felt both familiar and exhilarating. Callum’s hands reflexively slid to her waist, bringing her closer, as if he was attempting to bridge the gap that had built between them during the previous weeks. 

Callum wanted them to talk. But the way Ciara was acting right now makes him think that it’s not possible at the moment. Ciara’s mind was racing as they kissed, each brush of his lips anchoring her even as her fears lingered in the background. 

This wasn’t going to solve their problems, but it was probably the only way she could tell herself that there was still desire and connection. The physicality of their embrace felt urgent, a frantic attempt to drown out the doubt that persisted in their marriage. 

But what she was doing right now, is this the right thing to do? She wasn’t sure. 

As they parted ways, she sought his eyes for answers, but all she found was puzzlement mixed with longing. 

He opened his mouth to speak again, and her heart wrenched horribly. But she needed this–to convince herself that they were more than simply two individuals growing apart. They were lovers. They were partners. They were still very much alive in their love, even if it felt on the verge of collapse. 

Before he could say anything else, she grabbed his hand and dragged him to the edge of the bed. It felt like they were running against the clock, against the flurry of emotions that threatened to overflow. She craved him, longed to feel him embrace her in the midst of the chaos that seemed so overwhelming. 

“Ciara…wait,” he mumbled, but she shook her head, softly pushed him back until he crashed on the bed. The weight of their unspoken words weighed thick in the air, but she wanted to drown it out. 

She climbed onto the bed and straddled him, their eyes locked. His breath caught as he glanced up at her, a mix of hunger and hesitation in his eyes. The tension between them was palpable, each heartbeat a reminder of what they were battling against, and she knew it wasn’t going to be okay, but she wanted to forget–for a little time. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Ciara…” Callum sighed again, his voice somewhere between wanting and needing, and her heart ached as she slid herself 

closer to him. 

“I need this, Callum,” she muttered, running her lips across his inuline and e 

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Cara kissed him again, furiously, reclaiming him with each swipe of her lips. The taste of him was delicious, fueling the Game inside her. She needed an escape, a way to feel alive amid the chaos. She felt his hands slide around her waist, his fingers pressing into her flesh as he drew her down to him, chasing her to take the plunge with him 

A little squeal escapes her lips as fingers begin to stroke her clotlegd clit. He discovered it so soon, and with the images that had been running through her head all day, she was immediately responsive to his touch. She leaned some of her weight back against him as he teaved her slowly. 

His eyes sparkled with something she couldn’t quite put her finger on a combination of need and the weight of understanding. She felt alive on top of him, the tension still palpable in the air. She pulled away for a time, taking in his body’s reaction to her, the yearning in his eyes almost echoing her own. 

She couldn’t stop whimpering with the way his finger glided across her underwear. She shifted, attempting to spread her legs a little further, desperation filling her eyes as she looked at Callum. 

Fingers began to tickle her core, pulling through her folds and increasing her excitement. With each stroke over her clit, she felt small jolts of pleasure, sparks of excitement that she urgently longed to ignite. She felt her legs trembling slightly. 

“I need you Callum. Please,” she pushed, her voice firm but desperate. 

He appeared to pause for a time, still dealing with everything that stood between them. “Ciara, are you sure about this? We can talk first and do this later. I don’t want this to be a distraction to what we are supposed to be doing,” he finally murmured, furrowing his brow even harder. 

“It’s not a distraction; it’s a reminder,” she said genuinely, pinning him down slightly and moving in closer, letting him know how much she wanted him. “Just… let me remind you.” 

Let me remind you of what we have been sharing, of what we were slowly losing… Let me remind you of the love we share, and perhaps, I could still keep you by my side after all. 

The change in his demeanor triggered a flash of agreement, which she took as her cue. A rush of elation washed over her as her lips met his again, their tongues melting together as if they were two parts of a puzzle finally fitting into place. 

Ciara sank into the kiss, leaning against him and felt his hardness against her, and she couldn’t help but let out a small groan from the contact. The tension in the room increased, their breaths combining as the outside world faded away, leaving only the faint sound of their lips and the desperate rhythm of their hearts. 

She pulled him back onto the bed, her body trailing along his, the heat between them increasing with each movement. His hands were roving over her back, tangling in her hair, and probing every inch of her, as if he wanted to drown in her comfort and warmth. 

Ciara couldn’t help but grind against him, the desperation coursing through her veins, the way they were both stuck between fire and ice–the fear of reality and the joy of their shared intimacy. 

“Ciara…” Callum whispered, his voice thick with want, as he directed her movements, thrusting his hips in sync with her own. She could feel the turmoil in his eyes–his mind tortured by what remained unsaid–but deep down, they both desired this to reassure themselves that they were still secure and real. 

“Don’t think,” she murmured, the words spilling out of her mouth as she discovered a lovely rhythm, moving faster and harder. “Just feel me.” 

Every thrust drew them deeper into a whirlpool of need, the world around them fading into a haze as their bodies erupted with flames. She could feel her own tension rising as he responded to her every motion with equal passion. 

During those intense moments, emotions flew between them–palpable recognition of the distance while also feeling the closeness of their bodies, their souls meeting in the most basic way possible. And below it all, unspoken words hung in the 

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