Reunited with My Ex: Be My Secret Husband

Ophelia's POV

The rain beat against the window like a thousand tiny fists, relentless and cold, mirroring the storm twisting inside me.

I lay beneath Finnegan, my body pressed into the mattress of his bed, the kind of luxury I would never get used to. His broad shoulders loomed over me, his breath hot against my neck as he moved, slow at first, deliberate, like he was savoring every second.

I wanted to savor it too—this last time—because I knew it was the end.

His mother's voice still echoed in my head, sharp and venomous: "You're not good enough for him, Ophelia. Take the money and go." The envelope of cash sat in my bag across the room, a silent witness to my betrayal.

Finnegan's hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he thrust deeper, his cock filling me with a steady rhythm that makes my breath hitch. His hips snapped forward, and I felt every inch of him, the friction igniting something raw and desperate inside me. My legs were spread wide, thighs quivering as I arched my back, trying to meet his thrusts, trying to lose myself in this one final moment.

"God, you feel so good," he murmured, his voice low and rough, the kind of tone that used to make me melt. His hair fell into his eyes, damp with sweat, and I reached up to brush it away, my fingers lingering on his cheek. He was beautiful—too beautiful for someone like me, a plain med student with no pedigree, no fortune to match his. His mother was right.

My breasts bounced with each thrust, my nipples hard and aching as they rubbed against his chest. He noticed, dipping his head to catch one in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

I gasped, my hands fisting the sheets as a jolt of pleasure shoots straight to my core. His thrust grew faster, more forceful, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room.

My clit throbbed with every movement, the pressure building low in my belly. His cock stretched me, the condom doing nothing to dull the sensation of him hitting that spot deep inside me, over and over, until I was whimpering beneath him.

"Finnegan," I moaned, my voice breaking as my nails rake down his back. He grunted, his pace faltering for a moment before he adjusted, propping himself up on his forearms to drive into me even deeper. The bed creaked under us, the headboard tapping the wall in time with the rain outside. My hips bucked up to meet him, my body chasing release even as my heart fractures. I could feel the orgasm coiling tight, ready to snap, and I clung to him, my legs wrapping around his waist.

"Come for me," he said, his breath ragged.

My pussy pulsed around him, the pleasure crashing over me in waves as I cried out, my vision blurring. Only then did he slow, his forehead resting against mine as he caught his breath.

"You're incredible, you know that?" he kissed me.

I pushed him off gently, sitting up as the rain drums harder against the window. My chest ached, my body still humming from his touch, but I forced the words out anyway. "Finnegan, we need to talk."

He frowned, propping himself up on one elbow. "What's wrong?"

I swallowed hard, my throat tight. "This… us… it's over. I can't do this anymore."

His face hardened, confusion flashing in his eyes. "What the hell are you talking about, Ophelia? We were just—"

"I know," I cut him off, my voice trembling. "But it doesn't change anything. We're done."