Dear Ex Wife Please take me back (Athena and Alex) novel Chapter 201

ATHENA

The sound of waves gently brushing the shore fills my ears as the private jet begins its descent. I glance out the window and gasp softly.

We’re flying over what looks like a perfect painting, clear blue waters, palm trees swaying in the breeze, and an island that seems untouched by the rest of the world.

“Alex…” I turn to him. “This place is beautiful.”

He doesn’t respond at first. He just stares at me with that same heated look that’s been burning through me since we left the hotel. My center is sore from how much sex we've had but my cunt can't help but throb when he looks at me like he wants to devour me again and again.

“The island’s nice,” he says finally, kissing my collar bone. “But not as beautiful as my wife.”

I roll my eyes, though my heart is doing flips in my chest.

“How cheesy.”

“You love it.” He reaches out and lifts my hand, placing a kiss on my ring finger.

I do love it. Every part of him. Especially when he drops that cold front and lets himself be soft with me.

We land shortly after, and I can barely take it all in fast enough. The air is warm, thick with the smell of ocean breeze and exotic flowers.

“Welcome Mr and Mrs King.” An older looking gentleman wearing a suit smiles at us as he opens the door of the private car for us.

“Thank you.” I smile at him while my husband, who apparently thinks anything positive is weakness, just nods.

The private car whisks us to a luxurious beachfront villa, the kind that probably costs more per night than my entire college education.

The moment we step inside, I’m speechless.

White curtains float in the soft wind, the wide glass doors opening to a private infinity pool that stretches toward the ocean. The bed is king-sized, draped in white linen, and surrounded by candles already lit.

“You did all this?” I ask softly.

Alex shrugs, like it’s no big deal. “I wanted it to be perfect. Do you like it?”

I stare at him, my heart aching in the best way. “It is. Like it? I love it!"

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he gives me a smile as he walks over to me, his fingers toying with the strap of my sundress.

“We have five days. No work. No interruptions. No people.”

“No clothes?” I ask, half-joking.

His smirk is pure heat. “Let's make it eight days because you'll need to recover from how sore this sweet pussy will be.” He cups it, making my breath catch.

His fingers press against the thin fabric of my panties, stroking me with a knowing touch that makes my knees weaken.

"Already wet for me?" he murmurs against my throat, his voice thick with desire. "I haven’t even tasted you yet, and you’re soaked."

“I can’t help it,” I whisper, my voice breathless. “You look at me like you want to eat me alive.”

He chuckles biting on my earlobe. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

He lifts me like I weigh nothing and lays me gently on the bed, peeling the sundress from my body inch by inch.

His eyes never leave mine as they glow with that mix of hunger and possession that reminds me that I belong to no one but him.

He spreads my legs, settling between them like he’s been waiting for this all day.

“You’re perfect here,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “Mine.”

Then he licks me, in one slow, hot stroke of his tongue from bottom to top that makes my back arch off the bed.

I cry out, gripping the sheets as his hands clamp firmly around my thighs, keeping me wide open for his mouth.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his breath hot against my slick folds. “So fucking sweet.”

He dives in like a man starved, his tongue lapping, lips sucking and his nose buried against me.

" Alex, please..."

He growls against me, and the vibration sends a jolt of heat straight through me.

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