The CEO’s Unspoken Love (Eleanor and Derek) novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

“Derek,” I whispered, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.

He lifted me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the hard evidence of his desire pressing against me. The bed received us both as he lowered me onto the cool sheets, his body hovering above mine, eyes dark with want.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of restraint. “I don’t know if I can control myself.”

I reached up to touch his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “I don’t want your control. I want all of you-the real you.”

Something flashed in his eyes-relief, perhaps, or surrender. He lowered his mouth to mine again, and this time there was no holding back. His kisses traveled down my body, leaving no inch unexplored. His hands pinned my wrists above my head, taking

command in a way that made my breath catch.

When he finally entered me, I felt both pain and pleasure-the physical sensation amplified by the emotional complexity of the moment. His movements started slow and deliberate, each thrust deeper than the last, as if he was trying to reach something hidden inside me. Gradually, his pace increased, becoming more insistent, more demanding.

“Eleanor, he breathed against my ear, my name a prayer and a curse on his lips. “Eleanor…”

Each time he said my name, I felt it resonate through my entire being. In this moment, at least, I was real to him. I was seen.

My nails dug into his back, leaving crescent marks on his smooth skin. I didn’t care if I hurt him-I needed to leave a mark, something to remind him tomorrow that this night had been real, that I had been here, that he had wanted me.

When release finally came, it crashed over me like a tidal wave, unexpected in its intensity. I called out Derek’s name, clinging to him as if he were my only anchor in a storm. He followed soon after, his body tensing above mine, a low groan escaping his throat

as he buried his face in my neck.

Afterward, we lay side by side, our breathing gradually slowing. Derek’s chest rose and fell rapidly, sweat glistening on his skin in

on my side to study his profile-the strong line of his jaw, the slight furrow between his brows, the curve of

thed for answers in his features, wondering if anything had changed.

“I know I can’t have his heart, I thought, “but for tonight, I have his body. Does that mean some part of him loves me? Or is this

just physical-just desire without emotion?”

Derek reached over to brush a strand of hair from my face, his touch unexpectedly gentle. For a brief moment, his expression

softened, showing a tenderness I rarely glimpsed. But just as quickly, his eyes grew distant again, as if he was contemplating some

complex problem beyond my understanding.

I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat gradually slow to a steady rhythm. The questions swirled in my mind: Did

this change anything? Or will we wake tomorrow and return to our carefully constructed distance?

Derek’s arm encircled me, holding me close, our bodies still connected in the most intimate way. I wrapped my leg over his, pressing

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myself against him, afraid to let go. Only in this embrace could I feel certain that this moment was real, that he was truly here with

I didn’t want to think about tomorrow-about Seraphina, about our impending divorce, about the fact that he would no longer be my husband. For now, in this moment, I wanted to pretend that he was mine, that the warmth in his touch meant something more

than physical satisfaction.

As I drifted toward sleep, still entwined with Derek, I felt his lips press softly against my hair. The gesture was so gentle, so unlike his earlier passion, that I wondered if I had imagined it. I clung tighter to him, my face nestled in the crook of his neck, breathing

in his scent.

Whatever tomorrow would bring, tonight he was mine. And for now, that had to be enough.

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