My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 179: Good Girl

As Eve and Harry surrendered to the fire between them, the weight of their past—every wound, every regret—began to dissolve into the night.

Their bodies spoke the words they had never been able to say, offering forgiveness not only to each other but, most importantly, to themselves.

Harry pulled away from her lips, but not to part from her—to explore, to savor. His mouth traced a slow, measured path along her jawline, then down the delicate curve of her neck.

His tongue flicked against her skin, tasting the faintest hint of her sweetness before his lips latched onto her pulse point, sucking gently, making her shiver beneath him.

A breathy moan escaped her lips as his mouth continued its intoxicating journey. His teeth grazed the shell of her ear before capturing her lobe between his lips, biting just enough to send a shudder rippling through her body.

Goosebumps erupted along her arms and legs, the sensation both exhilarating and electrifying.

While his lips and tongue worked their magic, his left hand moved with equal purpose, sliding up to her bosom. His fingers pressed into her soft skin, massaging, teasing, eliciting gasps that only fueled the hunger growing between them.

Every squeeze, every touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, making her arch into him, silently begging for more.

The past had no place here. Only the present—the heat, the desire, the undeniable pull between them—mattered now.

His lips were restless, never lingering in one place for long. They moved downward, leaving a trail of searing kisses, until they reached her most sensitive peaks.

A soft, breathless moan slipped from Eve’s lips the moment his tongue flicked over her nipple, sending a shiver cascading down her spine. The sound was intoxicating, making Harry’s desire intensify, his body tightening with unrelenting need.

Her hands traced the firm expanse of his arms, his broad shoulders, his sculpted back, before tangling into his thick hair. She watched, mesmerized, as he devoured her, his mouth worshipping her with unrestrained hunger.

He lavished equal attention on her breasts, his lips and tongue teasing, sucking, kneading, until Eve felt heat pooling more and more low in her belly, her blood humming with unfulfilled longing.

"Harry..." she murmured, her voice clear with breathy desperation.

He lifted his gaze to hers, a sinful smirk curving his lips. "Shh... There’s more," he whispered, his voice husky with promise.

His mouth began its descent once more, his hands sliding down her sides, rough palms caressing the curve of her hips. When he reached the waistband of her red lace panties, he paused, his fingers tracing the delicate fabric, teasing her skin with featherlight touches.

Then, in one slow, intentional motion, he pulled them down, exposing her completely to him.

His lips continued their sensual exploration, pressing kisses to the delicate skin beneath her breasts, trailing lower over her stomach, lingering at her navel.

But just when she thought he would finally touch where she ached for him the most, he bypassed her aching core entirely, instead pressing his lips to the inside of her thigh.

A sharp inhale escaped her, anticipation curling deep within her. But she didn’t rush him. She trusted him. She let him take his time, letting herself surrender fully, reveling in the slow, torturous pleasure of his touch.

Harry’s gaze flicked up to her, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight before him—Eve, gripping the sheets with white-knuckled desperation, her body trembling with anticipation.

He had been mercilessly teasing her, his lips and tongue caressing everywhere but where she needed him most.

A wicked smirk tugged at his lips as he admired just how undone she looked. He knew she was on the brink, teetering between pleasure and frustration, craving more.

"Wet enough?" he teased, his voice painted with amusement and raw hunger.

Eve’s breath hitched as she met his gaze, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her voice, thick with longing, came out in a breathy moan. "More than enough... I’m soaked!" she confessed, her audacity sending a spark of pleasure through him.

Harry’s smirk deepened, his restraint snapping. Without another word, he dipped his head between her trembling thighs, his mouth finally claiming the aching, swollen nub that had been begging for his attention.

A sharp gasp tore from Eve’s lips as the first stroke of his slick, eager tongue sent a jolt of pleasure racing through her.

"Oh God!" she cried out, her back arching off the bed in sheer ecstasy.

One hand flew to his hair, gripping it tightly as if to anchor herself, while the other fisted the sheets, desperate to hold onto something—anything—while he unraveled her completely.

Both of Harry’s hands gripped her thighs, firm yet possessive, spreading them wider, exposing her fully to his ravenous gaze.

Eve’s moans grew louder, raw and unrestrained, her body writhing beneath him as pleasure coursed through her veins. freewēbnoveℓ.com

His tongue worked her with expert precision, alternating between slow, intended licks and intense, intoxicating suction, igniting every nerve ending in her body.

Just when she thought she had reached the peak of bliss, he pushed her further. A single finger slid inside her, teasing, exploring, making her gasp. Then another joined, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.

Her breath quickened, her body surrendering completely to his touch, lost in the intoxicating pleasure only he could give her.

He began his slow ascent, trailing heated kisses along her trembling body, his lips worshiping every inch of her until he finally reached her mouth. He captured her lips in a searing, possessive kiss, swallowing her moans as his fingers continued their relentless assault inside her.

His thumb replaced the sinful ministrations of his mouth, while his skilled fingers sought out the sensitive bundle of nerves deep within, rubbing, teasing, driving her further into madness.

His voice, low and laced with dark desire, broke through the haze of her pleasure. "Tell me, Eve... Did you let another man touch you all these years? Because you’re still so damn tight."

Eve’s mind was fogged with ecstasy, but his words managed to cut through, igniting something fierce within her. She met his gaze, her lips parting as a teasing smirk played across them.

"Damn, Harry... Is that jealousy I’m hearing?" she taunted breathlessly. "There was no one else. No other man. Ever since I left, I couldn’t even think about being with someone else. You own me, Harry. You always have—my heart, my mind, my body, and my soul."

Her confession sent a shiver down his spine. His movements faltered for just a second before a devilish smirk took over his face.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now let me reward you for that..."