My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 178: Kiss of Passion

Harry’s grip on Eve’s waist was firm yet desperate, his need clear as he effortlessly lifted her onto his lap, positioning her so that she straddled him.

Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them igniting an uncontrollable fire. frёewebnoѵēl.com

His hands moved with skilled urgency, fingers expertly finding the zipper at the back of her dress. With a swift, practiced motion, he slid it down, the fabric parting to reveal the delicate curve of her spine.

His lips never left hers, devouring every breath, every sigh, as he unhooked her bra with a determination that left no room for hesitation. He was a man on a mission—one singular, undeniable goal: to feel her, to claim every inch of her as his own.

But just as he pulled the fabric down, baring more of her to his hungry gaze, Eve’s hands flew up, gripping the neckline of her dress, holding it tightly against her chest.

Harry broke their heated kiss, his breathing ragged as he pulled back just enough to search her face. His heart pounded, a flicker of doubt creeping into his desire-clouded mind.

"What’s wrong?" His voice was low, husky, but with concern.

Eve’s lips were slightly parted, her chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths. She wouldn’t meet his gaze, and that alone made his stomach twist.

He swallowed hard, his grip on her waist loosening slightly. "I—I’m sorry," he murmured, his tone softer now, almost vulnerable. "I assumed... I thought you felt the same way. I didn’t mean to push you. I would never want to cross the line with you, Eve."

His words hung in the air between them, heavy, uncertain. The fire still crackled beneath his skin, but more than anything, he wanted her to feel safe, to feel wanted—not just as a lover, but as the woman he had never stopped loving.

Eve’s voice was low and soft. "Your assumption was not wrong, Harry..." she murmured, her breath warm against his skin.

Harry’s brows furrowed as he searched her eyes. "Then what is it?" he asked, his voice gentle yet insistent.

Eve hesitated, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her dress. "It’s just that... uhm..." She exhaled shakily. "My body has changed a lot since you last saw it. I don’t know if I’m ready for you to see me like this..."

A small chuckle escaped Harry’s lips before he could stop it. Eve’s eyes widened, her frown immediate.

"See! You’re laughing!" she accused, pushing lightly against his chest.

Harry shook his head, his expression softening as he captured her hand in his. "Not at you, love. Never at you," he reassured her, his voice marked with something almost reverent. "I’m laughing because you worry too much."

He cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek tenderly. "Eve, you are the mother of my child. That alone is a sacrifice beyond anything I could ever repay. Whatever changes your body has gone through... they don’t define you.

And even if they did, they only speak to your strength, your resilience. You carried our daughter, gave life to her, and did everything on your own. Do you really think I care about a few marks or changes?"

His voice was unwavering, filled with conviction. "I love you, Eve. Not for your body, not for anything superficial, but for you. For the woman who risked everything to protect our child, for the woman who still takes my breath away just by looking at me."

He reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingertips lingering against her skin. "I would never shame you, never make you feel anything less than the incredible woman that you are. Remember that."

Eve swallowed hard, emotion thick in her throat as she gazed at him. The fire in his eyes wasn’t just desire—it was adoration, devotion. And in that moment, every insecurity, every doubt melted away, leaving only the raw, undeniable truth between them.

In one swift, unexpected motion, Harry stood up, his strong hands gripping Eve’s waist before sliding down to firmly grasp her backside.

The suddenness of it made her gasp, her hands instinctively flying to his shoulders before she wrapped them around his neck, clinging to him as if her life depended on it.

"Woah! What are you doing?!" she exclaimed, breathless, her heart hammering in her chest.

Harry’s lips curled into a smirk, his gaze dark with something intense, something primal. "I don’t want to rush you or overwhelm you... so let’s do something about it. Which room is yours?"

Eve swallowed hard, her voice coming out softer than she intended. "The one to the left..."

Before she could brace herself, he moved with purpose, striding toward her bedroom with such confidence that her grip on him instinctively tightened. The world around them blurred, the only thing grounding her was the solid heat of his body against hers.

"Let’s stay in your room. It’ll be darker, more cozy... you’ll be more comfortable," he murmured as he reached the foot of her bed.

The moment her feet touched the floor, she scrambled to clutch her dress to her chest again, suddenly feeling exposed. But Harry was quicker, his hands gently capturing hers before she could retreat any further.

"May I?" he asked, his voice low, reverent.

Eve hesitated only for a moment before nodding, releasing the fabric.

With agonizing slowness, Harry slid her dress down, his fingers grazing her skin as he let the fabric fall past her hips, pooling at her feet.

A deep breath escaped her as she instinctively tried to shield her stomach with her hands, but Harry wouldn’t allow it. He gently pulled her arms away, his fingers lacing with hers, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You were beautiful then, Eve... but you are even more beautiful now," he murmured, his voice thick with sincerity and something deeper—something unshakable.

His hand found the small of her back, pulling her against him, erasing the space between them. The warmth of his skin, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the way his breath mingled with hers—it all left her utterly breathless.

And then he kissed her.

Not just a kiss of passion, but of devotion, of rediscovery. His lips moved against hers with a slow, deliberate hunger, as if savoring every second, every taste. He guided her toward the bed, his hands never leaving her body, supporting her as he gently laid her down. His fingers brushed through her hair as he hovered above her, his eyes dark with need and something even deeper—love.

His lips ghosted over her jaw, her neck, before he whispered against her skin, "Tell me you’re mine, Eve. That you’ll never leave me again."

Her breath shuddered, her hands finding his face, tracing the sharp angles that she had memorized in her dreams. "I am yours, Harry. I will never leave you again... through better or worse."

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips before he kissed her again—this time, sealing her words with a promise of his own.