[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 72: In his warm arms

Ash’s pov ;

He let out a short snort of amusement before turning off the faucet, his large hand guiding me in and holding me close against his chest as we lowered into the hot water.

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh, feeling the stress and tension melt away as Elijah’s hands moved across my body. His fingers traced soothing paths through my hair as I tilted my head back, drinking in the warmth and comfort.

Sitting between Elijah’s legs in the deep, soapy depths of the bathtub, I felt completely at ease. His arms encircled me protectively, his touch was gentle and tender as his other caressed my shoulder with slow, deliberate strokes. It was a moment of pure contentment, one that I had always imagined but never thought possible.

His touch was like a medicine for my troubled mind, his fingers moving in languid patterns over my arms and chest. I leaned further against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath against my neck. The hot water enveloped me, cocooning me in its soothing embrace.

But despite the peaceful scene surrounding me, my thoughts were still tangled and conflicted. This was what I had yearned for—a deep connection, a sense of being cherished—but now that it was finally happening, it felt like the timing was all wrong.

A heavy sense of guilt weighed on me as I lay there, intertwined in his arms. Yes, it was my plan to use him just how he used me. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was taking advantage of his feelings towards me.

On one hand, I enjoyed the warmth of his body pressed against mine, the soft strokes of his hands as they roamed over my skin. But on the other hand, I couldn’t ignore the nagging guilt gnawing at me. How could I allow myself to be vulnerable and intimate with someone who had caused me so much pain, but now trying his best to make everything good.

He stroked my chest eliciting a soft sigh from my lips. For a brief moment, I let myself get lost in the pleasure, forgetting all my worries. But they soon crept back in, disrupting the blissful haze.

I knew deep down that this was a betrayal to myself and to him. Trust was something that had been shattered between us long ago.

Could I really believe he had changed? And could I trust myself not to fall back into old patterns with him? The questions nagged at me, threatening to unravel the small moment of peace I was feeling.

Elijah’s lips trailed a line of fire down the back of my neck, sending shivers through my body.

In this moment, it was easy to lose myself in his embrace, to let all the pain and doubt slip away. But I couldn’t forget the harsh reality of our situation.

Despite knowing better, I couldn’t help but crave his closeness. It was bittersweet, finally getting the affection I always wanted while carrying the heavy burden of guilt and uncertainty.

"You’re so tense," His voice rumbled against my ear, a soothing sound that melted away some of my worries. "Just relax. Let me take care of you."

I nodded, trying to loosen the tightness in my muscles. "I’m trying," I whispered, my words barely audible over the sound of the rushing water.

With every gentle caress and tender kiss, I tried to push aside the nagging doubts that threatened to ruin this moment. For a brief second, I allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, things could be different between us. But the shadows of our past clung to me like a heavy cloak, impossible to shake off as easily as I wished.

As Elijah’s hands moved lower, brushing against my sides with a gentle and deliberate touch, I let out a shaky breath.

The warmth of his body pressed against mine, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming me in ways I never thought possible. My heart raced as I struggled to reconcile my emotions - this was what I had always dreamed of; being held, being loved. But reality was far more complicated than any fantasy.

My mind couldn’t help but wander as his touch brought me back to the present. Could we ever move past the pain and betrayal that had plagued our relationship? And most importantly, could I find it in myself to forgive him- and forgive myself- for everything that had happened?

Elijah’s voice broke through my thoughts, low and soothing as he asked, "You okay? What are you thinking about?"

I forced a smile and lied, "Nothing. Just tired."

His lips pressed against my head in a tender kiss, sending a rush of warmth through my body that had nothing to do with the bath we were sitting in. "You can sleep. I’ll clean you up and take you to bed," he reassured me. frёeωebɳovel.com

His words filled me with a sense of unexpected sweetness and hope, even as I tried to push them down. My mind was forcing me to believe that he had truly changed, while my body responded to him accordingly. It was a dangerous game I played with myself, but at that moment, all I wanted was to sink into his embrace and forget about everything else.

His strong, muscular arms enveloped me and drew me close to his chest, his warm breath tickling the nape of my neck. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as the heat in my body intensified. My heart beat faster as I felt his lips press against my cheek, igniting a fire within me. Everything felt so cosy and safe in this moment, his embrace like a protective shield around me.

"Can we stay like this for a bit longer?" I whispered, not wanting this feeling to end.

"Sure," he murmured lovingly. "Whatever you want."

The hot water cascaded over me, helping me to relax the soreness from my passionate lovemaking. But it was Elijah’s closeness and soothing massage that truly eased away any tensions. His large hands worked their magic over me, massaging my neck and arms, each touch firm yet gentle.

Moving down to my lower back and firm ass, Elijah’s touch sent shivers through me. Each stroke was like a promise of care and affection. And when he grazed my sensitive asshole, pleasure radiated throughout my body. It wasn’t just the physical sensation that got to me—it was the intimacy, the trust that came with it. With each touch, he seemed to say, "I’m here for you."

As I relaxed further, all worries washed away and I allowed myself to simply bask in his love and affection. His soft and cold lips brushed against my hot neck in a teasing manner.

As he spoke, his tone was light and carefree. "Where do you want to go next?" he asked, his eyes shining with happiness and a hint of mischief. "We could go shopping, explore the town, whatever you want."

Turning to face him, I was taken aback by the sight before me. This was not the same arrogant man I had known before. In this moment, he looked so different - so genuine and carefree.

They say that the eyes are the window to the soul. And as I gazed into his eyes, I felt like I was truly seeing the real Elijah for the first time. He had opened himself up to me, letting me see the softer, kinder side of him that he had always kept hidden. It made me wonder if the arrogance and ugliness he had shown towards me before was just a facade, or if it was his true self all along.

"Elijah?" I asked softly, my voice trembling slightly.

"Hmm?" he responded, meeting my gaze once again.

"Why did you treat me so badly? Was it because you hated me? Or...was it because you liked me?" My words spilled out in a rush, unable to contain my curiosity any longer. "Why do I feel like there’s a deeper reason behind your hatred towards me? What kind of revenge were you taking on me?"

For a moment, his expression grew serious and he flinched as if my words had physically wounded him. "Ash," he began, averting his gaze as if lost in thought.

But then he fell silent, leaving me anxiously waiting for an answer.