My Ex Husband Lost Me To His Rival

CHAPTER 15: The Last Time

(OLIVIA POV)

The door opened without a sound.

Blake stepped inside and left the lights off. He had no phone in his hand tonight, and no tie. He walked to the bed and lay down beside me.

For a long time, he stayed still, just breathing in the dark.

Then his arm came around me and pulled me closer until my back pressed against his chest. His hand rested on my stomach—warm and steady. He kissed the back of my neck softly, once, then again.

I turned in his arms and faced him.

His mouth found mine. The kiss was slow and deep. His hand slid under my nightdress, pushing the fabric up until it bunched around my waist. He touched my breast, thumb brushing over my n****e until it hardened.

A small sound left me.

His fingers moved lower, between my legs. He stroked me slowly, teasing, then pushed two fingers inside me.

I was wet. My body still remembered him, even when the rest of me had already let go.

His tongue followed, licking me slowly at first, then with more pressure. The wet sounds mixed with my breathing.

My hips lifted without thinking.

He held my thighs open, sucking gently on my c**t while his fingers kept moving inside me. My fingers tangled in his hair. A moan escaped me—real and broken.

He didn't stop.

He kept going until my legs started shaking. I came with a quiet cry, my body tightening around his fingers. He stayed there, licking me through it until I was trembling.

I breathed out and parted my thighs wider.

He moved over me and settled between my legs. He entered me slowly—inch by inch—until he filled me completely. We stayed like that for a moment, just breathing together in the stillness.

Then he started moving. Deep and unhurried.

My legs wrapped around his waist. My hands rested on his back. Every slow push pulled something real from deep inside me. Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes and ran down into my hair.

He didn't see them. His face stayed buried in my neck. His breath was warm against my skin.

"Olivia…" he whispered.

Just my name.

I held him tighter instead of answering.

He moved a little faster. My body tightened around him. The feeling built quietly until it broke through me in a soft wave. I shuddered against him.

Blake followed soon after. He pressed deep inside me and groaned low as he came.

We stayed joined for a long time.

His hand found mine in the dark. Fingers laced loosely. He held it like he was afraid I might disappear.

No phone. No rush. Just the sound of our breathing slowly returning to normal.

After a while, his grip loosened and his breathing deepened into sleep.

I lay there with my face turned away. Tears still wet on my cheeks. The city lights glowed faintly through the gap in the curtains.

I turned my head and looked at him. His jaw was relaxed in sleep—the same face I once believed could love me.

I stared at it for a long time.

Not because it still hurt. Because I wanted to remember exactly what it looked like before I walked away for good.

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Morning light crept into the room. I had barely closed my eyes when Blake stirred.

His hand slid over my waist again. He was already hard against me.

"Olivia," he murmured, voice rough with sleep.

He kissed my shoulder, then my neck. His fingers moved between my legs again, stroking me until I was wet once more.

I didn't stop him.

He turned me onto my stomach. Lifted my hips and entered me from behind. Slow at first. Then deeper. His chest pressed against my back. One hand reached around to touch my breast while he thrust.

I moaned into the pillow.

He kept going. Steady. Intense. His breath was hot on my neck. My body responded. I pushed back against him. He groaned and moved faster. His hand slid down to rub my c**t while he f****d me.

I came hard this time. Shaking. Gasping into the pillow.

Blake followed right after. He pressed deep and came inside me with a low groan.

We stayed like that for a while—his body covering mine.

Then he pulled out and rolled me onto my back. He looked at me for a moment, something in his eyes I couldn't read. He kissed me once more. Deep. Slow.

Then he got up and pulled me with him.

"Come," he said quietly.

He led me to the bathroom. The water was warm when he turned on the shower. He pulled me under the spray with him.

The water ran down our bodies. He kissed me again under the spray. His hands moved over my wet skin. He lifted one of my legs and entered me again.

This time it was slower. The water made everything slick. He held me against the tile wall and thrust deep. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moaned against his mouth.

He f****d me like he didn't want it to end.

My body shook again. I came with a soft cry. Blake groaned and came inside me one last time. His forehead rested against mine as the water continued to fall.

We stayed under the spray for a long time—just holding each other.

Finally, he turned off the water. We dried off in silence.

I dressed quietly. Cream blouse. Dark trousers. Hair pulled back tight.

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Downstairs in the kitchen, I sat at the table.

Madam Chen moved around me. She set a fresh cup of tea in front of me. Then she pulled out the chair across from me and sat down. Her hands folded on the table.

"Madam," she said quietly. "There are things about this house that you deserve to know before you make your final decisions."

She paused.

"About Nathaniel. About his first year."

I set the cup down slowly.

The tea was still warm against my fingers.