Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 533

Chapter 533 The Line Between Dream And Reality Ⅰ
*Selena*

I stood there, a sense of uncertainty washing over me as Zander disappeared into the bathroom. The seconds felt like minutes as I waited, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. The room seemed to tighten around me, and I found myself pacing back and forth, my eyes occasionally glancing at the ticking clock on the wall.

Finally, he emerged from the bathroom, clad in sleepwear that hung comfortably on his frame. His hair was still damp, each strand catching a glimmer of light as he ruffled it with his hand, a casual yet enticing gesture that sent a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, my heart doing an erratic dance in my chest. It was impossible to deny – my ex-mate looked strikingly hot.

"You want to use the bathroom?!" his voice broke through my reverie, concern knitting his brows together.

I shook my head slightly, still trapped in a trance, my voice held hostage by the sheer intensity of the moment.

"Okay, let's call it a night," he declared, his footsteps leading him to his customary side of the bed – the left.

I watched as he settled in, his eyes darting toward me when he noticed my immobility, his expression etched with a mixture of confusion and something I couldn't quite decipher.

"What are you thinking, Selena? Come and sleep," his voice held an air of authority, a command that I struggled to resist. But the bed, the place that once held both our

dreams and whispered secrets, felt like a precipice I wasn't sure I was ready to venture onto.

"I think I should sleep on the couch," my voice escaped in a hesitant whisper. I couldn't meet his gaze as I said it, my eyes drawn to the bed that used to be ours, mine.

As the first light of morning pierced through my closed eyelids, I stirred awake. To my surprise, I was met with the gaze of Zander, his deep blue eyes locked onto mine. A soft smile curved my lips, a mixture of emotions passing between us. Inching closer, I nestled myself against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. With a contented sigh, I closed my eyes again, the pull of slumber tempting me once more, a newfound sense of peace settling over me.

Wait a minute! I was lying on his chest?! His chest?!

My eyes fluttered open as I blinked to clear the bewitching daze and looked up at him. In a drowsy haze, I realized I was nestled in his arms, his firm body pressed intimately against mine. His gaze was intense, a reflection of the emotions and desires that echoed within me, causing a nervous flutter in my chest. My breath hitched, caught in the intensity of the moment, and I unconsciously parted my lips, preparing to speak.

Before I could utter a single word, his lips crashed down upon mine, erasing any chance of forming an explanation about our intimate entanglement. A low, involuntary moan escaped me as his teeth grazed my lower lip, inviting his tongue to slip into my hungry mouth. In an instant, all rational thoughts and uncertainties dissipated from my mind, swept away by the overwhelming sensations that pulsed between us. His hunger for me was palpable, a fire that raged in his eyes as he held me with a possessive fervor, as though afraid I might vanish if he loosened his grip. Our kiss deepened, becoming a collision of raw desires and emotions. My hands explored every inch of his sculpted torso, aching to feel his bare skin against my fingertips. Frustration mingled with longing, and a muffled groan escaped me, swallowed by the fervent press of his lips against mine. His shirt became my target, and my fingers tugged at the fabric, a silent plea for him to shed the barrier between us.