Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 187: Don’t stop what you have started

Daniel’s finger traced slow, teasing circles over her core, dissolving the last traces of hesitation clouding Anna’s mind.

All she could feel was the intoxicating rush of sensation flooding through her — heat curling low in her belly, her lips parting in a soft gasp as pleasure overtook thought.

"Do you like it?" Daniel’s voice came as a whisper, rough and deliberate, brushing against her skin like another touch. His fingers moved in slow, purposeful circles, each motion drawing a shiver from her until she bit her lower lip and let out a trembling moan.

"I need words, wifey," he murmured, his tone shifting, no longer teasing but edged with command. "Do you like this?"

His eyes darkened, desire rippling through him as he watched her — cheeks flushed, chest rising unevenly, lips parted. That single, helpless moan had him hardening instantly, every shred of restraint slipping through his fingers.

She was unaware of how damn seductive she looked. Anger, defiance, and desire clashed all at once as it drove him insane.

"Yes," Anna breathed, glaring at him through the haze of heat.

That glare, sharp and unyielding, made his lips twitch into a faint, amused smile. She was furious yet she didn’t tell him to stop.

"Right," he murmured, brushing a kiss across her cheek, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You like it."

He drew back just enough to look into her eyes — those stormy eyes that always challenged him. Then, slowly, deliberately, his hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.

Her breath hitched, the air between them tightening as he slid his fingers against her bare skin — slow, exploring, and devastatingly gentle.

"How about this?" he whispered, watching her go breathless under his touch.

Anna’s eyes fluttered shut as Daniel’s fingers moved faster, tracing her slick heat with deliberate precision folding and unfolding her softness in a rhythm that stole every coherent thought from her mind.

Her legs tensed, instinctively squeezing together at the growing wave of pleasure, but instead of embarrassment, it was the sheer intensity that made her tremble. She wanted to hold onto that feeling, that delicious, consuming overwhelm that left her breathless.

"Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice breaking softly, eyes still closed unaware of the way those two words curved a smile onto Daniel’s lips.

His gaze darkened with amusement and desire, and he didn’t hesitate for even a second to obey. He liked when she stopped pretending when she let go of restraint, even if it made things awkward between them afterward.

Her boldness was his weakness.

Watching her melt beneath his touch, her body arching ever so slightly, her breath catching in tiny, helpless sounds it stirred something deep in him. Satisfaction. Possession. A quiet, dangerous pride that he could make her unravel like this, piece by trembling piece.

Daniel buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin as his fingers continued their merciless rhythm, even faster now, more insistent. Each moan that escaped her lips only spurred him further, feeding the fire that burned through his veins.

Those sounds soft, breathless and desperate were his undoing. They pushed him beyond reason, beyond restraint.

Anna, meanwhile, felt herself spiraling. It was as if she were falling straight back into the dream she’d just woken from the one where Daniel had touched her like this, claimed her like this. She’d told herself it wasn’t real, that she could resist him. But now, denial only left her defenseless beneath his touch.

Her body ached not from discomfort, but from the unbearable need he drew out of her. Thought dissolved. Control slipped. Every brush of his fingers made her pulse race faster, dragging her deeper into his trap, a trap she no longer wanted to escape.

Her hand found his hair, fingers curling tightly as she turned her head and caught his lips. The kiss was fierce and hungry—not surrender but defiance, as if she were saying if I’m going down, you’re coming with me.

If this was punishment, then she refused to suffer it alone.

Daniel groaned against her mouth, his restraint snapping as he kissed her back with equal hunger. Her lips, her taste — they were his weakness, the one thing that stripped him of control. His body reacted instantly, pressing harder against her, his arousal throbbing against her waist.

He deepened the kiss, his hand never slowing. Then, in one deliberate motion, he slid a finger inside her.

Anna gasped — a sharp, broken sound of pain and Daniel swallowed it in another kiss, gentling the assault with his mouth even as his hand stilled for a moment.

Her body tightened, trembling against his. The sting burned through her legs, a harsh reminder that shattered the haze of pleasure.

Damn... how did I forget? she thought, breath catching. My body is still a virgin.

The realization hit like a rush of cold air, fleeting and fragile before the warmth of his touch pulled her right back under.

Anna could feel herself unraveling. The pressure building higher and higher until it snapped.Her body arched, her breath caught, and before her mind could make sense of the overwhelming rush, she came trembling and gasping into Daniel’s hand.

The world blurred for a heartbeat, all sound drowned by the pounding in her ears. But even as the tremors of release rippled through her, something fierce and unrestrained surged inside her like a need that hadn’t yet been satisfied.

Still caught in the aftershock, Anna moved. She turned in a fluid, determined motion, her fingers finding the buckle of Daniel’s belt before he could even react. With swift, shaky movements, she undid it, pushing past the fabric of his pants and sliding her hand into his boxers.

Her palm met his heat — hard, throbbing, and impossibly warm.

Daniel let out a low, guttural sound, falling back onto his side as though her touch had stolen the strength from him. His eyes were half-lidded and dazed—intoxicated by her boldness. He hadn’t expected this from her. Not the shy, flustered Anna who always second-guessed herself.

But she wasn’t that woman now.

A satisfied smirk ghosted over his lips until he caught the look in her eyes. Dangerous. Controlled. The tables had turned, and he knew it. His wife wasn’t easy to fool, and this — this was her retaliation.

She pressed herself against him, close enough for him to feel her breath fan across his cheek. Her fingers tightened around him, her movements slow, deliberate, punishing.

"Jealousy is bad, husband," she whispered, her voice low and taunting, her lips brushing his ear.

Daniel’s eyes flickered open, the haze of pleasure mixing with something darker — admiration, lust, and the dawning realization that she’d just turned his own game against him.

His hand instinctively shot out, wrapping around hers firmly and unyieldingly. Their eyes locked, heat and tension crackling between them like static in the air.

"Don’t stop what you’ve started," he warned, his voice low and rough, every word vibrating with restrained hunger. "Or else things might get dangerous."

There was no teasing in his tone now. No smirk, no lightness. Just raw, naked truth.

Daniel wasn’t bluffing and she could see it in the darkness of his eyes, the way his jaw clenched as he fought to keep control. He knew that if she kept pushing, if she kept testing him, he’d lose that fragile restraint holding him back.

He wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself from taking what he wanted, from claiming her completely, whether she was ready or not.

He was done with the teasing, done with the slow burn of foreplay that left him aching and unfulfilled. Every nerve in his body screamed for her.

He wanted her, needed her in a way that went beyond logic, beyond reason.

And if she dared to play with fire this time, Daniel knew one thing for certain and that is he wouldn’t be calm anymore.

He’d snap. He’d take. He’d bury himself inside her without hesitation or warning, because the beast he’d been holding back was already clawing to be freed.

Anna froze for a moment, her breath catching as she saw it — that raw, unguarded look in Daniel’s eyes. He wasn’t teasing anymore. There was danger in his stare, a silent warning that made her pulse race faster, not from fear, but from something far more intoxicating.

He meant every word.

And yet, instead of backing away, she leaned in so close that her lips brushed his as she whispered, her voice trembling but defiant, "I know what I’m getting myself into."

Her hand tightened around him, her grip deliberate, claiming control even as she felt his body tense beneath her touch.

"Lay back," she commanded softly, her tone carrying an authority that surprised even her.

For a brief second, Daniel hesitated. His chest rising and falling sharply before his body surrendered to her words. He leaned back, eyes never leaving hers, the dominance in him momentarily giving way to something else entirely: obedience.

Anna’s lips curved faintly, satisfaction blooming in her chest as she watched him comply.

Right now, Daniel was like a wild thing tamed powerful, dangerous, but choosing to yield to her. It was a heady feeling, one she hadn’t known she could wield.

She could do anything with him like this, push him, test him as long as she didn’t go too far. And seeing him obey, even while his body trembled with restrained desire, was its own kind of victory.

The sight of him the ever-composed Daniel, undone and submitting under her gaze was the sweetest temptation of all.