Chapter 58: Sexual Tension II

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Chapter 58 of "Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!" begins with suspense: Chapter 58: Sexual Tension II Athena’s doctor instincts kicked in as she watched Ewan hyperventilate the... Don’t stop reading!

Chapter 58: Sexual Tension II Athena’s doctor instincts kicked in as she watched Ewan hyperventilate the more, as he squeezed her sides so tightly that she lost her breath for a second. What should she do? Her brain ran frantically with millions of thoughts. How long could Ewan last like this? She didn’t want an unconscious fellow in her hands tonight. She was barely sober herself! She picked up her phone again, and tried to reach the doormen downstairs, hoping fervently that they hadn’t slept off. But the calls kept ringing without an answer. Had they shut down the elevator thinking that Ewan was spending the night at her place,, considering it was morning already? The more the thought took root, the harder she tried reaching the doormen. So far, none was picking her calls. Athena was so frustrated. Throwing caution to the wind, she deftly freed herself from Ewan’s tight grip, shifted away, and looked at him keenly. "Ewan!" She tapped him on his arm. His only response was the bobbling of his head, and the sharp intake of rapid breaths. Athena inhaled deeply, temporarily letting go of her resistance to Ewan, and slithered into his arms. This time around, her gown rose to her waist, as she threw her legs around his back, and pulled his head to rest on her neck. She drew slow circles on his neck and kept muttering ’breathe. breathe, Ewan.’ At first it seemed like the act wasn’t working, but as time went on, Ewan’s breathing pattern gained a steady rhythm just as his hands tightened around her waist. Yet Athena didn’t stop. Not until Ewan’s breath around her neck became sharp, and a different kind of irregular. Cussing again at being roped into this situation, assuming that Ewan might be uncomfortable with how she had straddled him, she tried disengaging from him, but Ewan held her still. "Please, stay. If you move, I might hyperventilate again. The elevator isn’t functioning well yet." Athena cursed her doormen mentally. Where did they keep their phones?! "I’m sorry for inconveniencing you again. If there’s a way I can pay you for this..." Athena exhaled harshly. "I’m a doctor, Ewan. Don’t make me feel bad for helping you. I’m not too conscious about money." Ewan was speechless. Not money conscious? Who was the one that had charged him a hefty sum for treating his people? Who had collected twenty percent of his company shares for free? He wisely remained mute. He chose rather to breathe in Athena scent, to let it remind him of the past where he had shared her bed; never mind that he had trivialized those special moments. He let himself feel the strength of her thighs around him, and was tempted to feel the curve of her buttocks. He lowered his hand, unconscious of this fact—for his mind had its own wants—until Athena spoke. "Don’t be misguided, Ewan. If your hand goes any lower, I’m leaving you to deal with your shortcomings." His hand instantly shot up to its previous position. "I’m sorry... I didn’t ..." "Save it, Ewan." Ewan wondered why Athena was suddenly curt. Athena, however, was dealing with her heart which was jumping, with her body which was reacting in sexual excitement, as if meeting an old lost friend. They were too close. She thought. Too close. She could even feel the strength of his little man, which she was sure he was struggling to keep lax. When he mentioned that he hadn’t slept with Fiona, did it include other women? "Athena.." Damn that honeyed voice. Athena cussed, as her nipples peaked, like soldiers standing at attention at an admiral’s presence. Her lips felt dry, and she licked them instinctively. Her awareness of his body, strong and vulnerable beneath hers, sent a shiver down her spine. Her skin prickled with goosebumps, a mix of adrenaline and unwelcome anticipation. Even though she felt a strange sense of control, of being the anchor he needed in that moment, she was becoming needy. To douse her needy self, she let herself remember the various ways he had treated her six years ago, the various ways he had broken her spirit. It worked. She didn’t successfully hate him, but she successfully became cold. Ewan noticed the instant change, but he understood. After all, hasn’t he been aroused all this while, not minding his hyperventilating spree? "So when did this start? I don’t remember this aspect of you..." Athena questioned, needing a distraction to help her cause. But Ewan decided it was time to see her face. With his hands on her head, he gently pushed her face from the crook of his shoulders. Up close, he was hit by her stunning beauty again. How had he been so stupid six years ago? "You okay now?" Athena asked, straining to maintain a cool facade, under his intense gaze. "Not really. I just thought we should have the discussion, facing each other..." He replied, as his gaze darted from her almond eyes to her heart-shaped lips, as his mind, without his permission, brought up insane erotic pictures. He had wanted to talk face to face... What then was this insane urge to kiss those plump lips, which seemed to be beckoning on him? "Ewan..." Athena managed to steady her voice, knowing that any slight crack, and her hardwork of six years would go down the drain. She couldn’t let that happen! "Sorry, I lost my train of thought while watching your lips..." Athena’s mind instantly went blank, under Ewan’s very heated gaze. His blue eyes had darkened with a familiar emotion she only saw when they were in the bedroom, about to make children. Her breast strained against the thin gown she was wearing. And because she was wearing just a bralette too, her hardened nipples broke past the barriers easily, their orb-like shapes becoming very visible. She knew because Ewan’s gaze dropped there, and held. When he looked up again, his eyes flooded with primal sexual urge, Athena’s lips parted of their own accord in remembrance of their remarkable sex life in the past. Ewan had been skilled in the art of sex, and he knew her body’s weak points. Could she escape this? Meanwhile, Ewan, stringed by a force greater than his will, moved closer to close the gap between their lips, feeling that if he didn’t, he might just die at this point. This is what he has been waiting for... He thought weakly. All these years, this was it; the part of him that had been missing.

Chapter 58: Sexual Tension II

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