Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 380: Oh my goodness

Kathrine’s fingers curled instinctively into his shirt.

For a long second, neither of them moved. The tension stretched tight, humming, fragile. Then Ethan exhaled and rested his forehead against hers instead of closing the distance.

"But only if you want it," he added softly. "Only if you’re sure."

Kathrine’s heart pounded so hard she was certain he could feel it.

She didn’t answer with words.

She tilted her chin up, closing the last sliver of space on her own.

Ethan’s breath hitched—but even then, he kissed her slowly, deliberately, like this moment mattered. Like she mattered. And when he finally pulled back, his thumb brushed her cheek with reverence, not urgency.

"Stay," he whispered.

Kathrine smiled, breathless, and stayed before he claimed her lips once again.

Kathrine’s fingers slid into his hair, threading through the silky strands as the kiss deepened.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t frantic. It was hungry in a way that made her heart race with every meeting of their lips, every quiet sound that slipped between them in the early morning hush.

Ethan had always been the controlled one. Measured. Grounded.

But the soft sounds she made, the way her body leaned into his as if it knew exactly where it belonged, unraveled him faster than he expected.

He broke the kiss reluctantly, his breath uneven, and trailed his mouth along her jaw.

Kathrine shivered as his lips brushed her skin, warm and lingering, moving slowly down her neck, her collarbone. Each kiss felt intentional, as if he were memorizing her rather than claiming her.

She tilted her head back without thinking, giving him more access, her fingers tightening in his hair.

"You’re impossible," she murmured breathlessly.

Ethan smiled against her skin. "You started this."

She laughed softly, the sound dissolving when his forehead rested briefly against her shoulder, as if he were grounding himself before continuing.

She was still wearing the same dress from the night before, the fabric suddenly feeling out of place, like a reminder of everything they’d left behind.

"This is... distracting," he muttered lightly, fingers brushing the edge of the material.

Kathrine blinked up at him, then nodded, cheeks warm but eyes steady. She pushed herself up, slipping the dress away and tossing it aside without ceremony. The act felt less like exposure and more like trust.

Ethan inhaled slowly, visibly steadying himself before removing his own shirt, letting it fall somewhere forgotten. When he leaned back in, the kiss resumed—deeper now, slower, filled with everything they hadn’t said out loud. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"You sure?" he murmured against her lips, his voice low but careful.

She didn’t answer with words. She pulled him closer.

That was enough.

Ethan lifted her effortlessly, and Kathrine’s legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, a surprised laugh leaving her before it was swallowed by another kiss.

He pinned her back to the bed, never breaking contact for long, as if even a second apart felt wrong.

The world narrowed to shared breaths, whispered murmurs, and the steady rhythm of two hearts finally in sync.

When Ethan finally rested his forehead against hers again, eyes dark but full of something unmistakably tender, his voice softened.

"We can stop," he said quietly. "Anytime."

Kathrine smiled, brushing her thumb along his jaw. "Don’t."

He exhaled, as if quite debating.

Kathrine’s breath hitched when Ethan paused, his face hovering inches from hers.

"You’re shaking," he murmured.

She swallowed. "I’m not scared."

"I didn’t say you were."

She let out a soft, nervous laugh. "Then why did you stop?"

"Because," he said quietly, "you make me forget how to slow down."

Her fingers tightened in his hair. "Funny. You make me forget how to think."

That earned a low chuckle from him, but it faded quickly, replaced by something more serious. He rested his forehead against hers, eyes searching her face like he was reading something fragile.

"Stop me when you want," he whispered, his voice a warm brush against her ear as his fingers slowly tugged the cup of her bra down.

Kathrine sucked in a sharp breath when his lips followed, a teasing lick that made her gasp before he closed his mouth around her skin. The sensation sent a shiver rippling through her, her body responding instinctively as her back arched just a little.

"Oh my goodness, Ethan," she breathed, her voice unsteady.

He lifted his head, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips as his eyes met hers.

"It’s only just begun, darling," he murmured, before leaning back in, unhurried, intent on making her feel every second of it.

He dipped his head again, but this time his touch softened, turning unhurried and deliberate, as if he was memorizing every reaction she gave him. Kathrine’s fingers found their way into his hair, clutching lightly, not to stop him but to ground herself in the rush building inside her chest.

"Ethan..." she murmured, half a warning, half a plea.

He paused at the sound of his name, lifting his gaze to her face. There was something different in his eyes now, no longer playful alone, but careful, attentive. His thumb brushed slow circles along her skin, a quiet question without words.

"Tell me," he said gently, his forehead resting against hers. "I want to hear it from you."

Kathrine swallowed, her heart pounding, the moment stretching between them—charged, intimate, and full of everything left unsaid.

He took her silence and that small nod as a yes and continued, his movements unhurried, almost reverent.

Ethan trailed gentle kisses downward, along her stomach, each one lingering just long enough to make her breath hitch. When he reached the place that made her tense and tremble all at once, he looked up at her instead of touching her right away.

"May I?" he asked softly, giving her the choice again.

Kathrine met his gaze, that strange, dizzy feeling rolling through her spine, and nodded.

A smile curved his lips, slow and warm, as he drew her closer, leaving her feeling exposed in a way that had nothing to do with skin and everything to do with trust. His mouth brushed her inner thigh first, light and teasing, making her suck in her stomach as anticipation coiled tight inside her.

"Ethan..." she breathed.

The moment his lips finally found her, gentle and exploratory, her head fell back against the pillow. A broken sound escaped her as sensation washed over her, stealing her thoughts, her words, and her sense of time.

"Oh my goodness," she whispered, clinging to him as the world narrowed to nothing but the way he made her feel, helplessly, exquisitely undone.