The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 595

**TITLE: Military 595**
**Chapter 595 Burning Hot Desire**

The delicate strands of his hair danced across her skin, teasingly brushing against the curve of her throat, igniting an almost unbearable itch that sent shivers racing down her spine. Each gentle caress felt like a spark, a tantalizing promise of what could come next.

“Didn’t we just… indulge ourselves last night?” Quinn murmured, her voice barely escaping her lips, muffled by the heat that enveloped them. The baby nestled within her had drawn a line they hadn’t crossed, yet every other boundary had been joyfully obliterated in the heat of their passion.

“That was last night,” Julius replied, his voice a low whisper, lifting his gaze with a deliberate slowness. His dark, obsidian eyes glimmered with a playful, almost wicked light. “Or are you suggesting you’ve already lost your appetite for me?”

Quinn felt her throat constrict, dryness creeping in as her rebellious body sparked with an anticipation she couldn’t quite articulate or conceal. It was as if, with each passing day, Julius discovered new, effortless ways to ignite a fire within her, a craving that only he could satisfy.

A soft, quiet laugh escaped Julius, curling around his words like smoke. “If I recall correctly, you were quite blissful last night.”

Heat flooded Quinn’s cheeks, and she instinctively raised her hand to cover his mouth, her eyes wide with embarrassment. “How can you possibly say that out loud?”

With a gentle grace, he removed her hand, his touch tender and reassuring. “There’s no one else here,” he reminded her, his voice low and intimate. “Whatever I choose to whisper is meant solely for your ears.”

A wave of embarrassment washed over her, prickling her skin as she attempted to reclaim her hand. But Julius captured her fingers, drawing them to his lips, enveloping them with a slow, deliberate heat. His eyes held a promise, unmistakably clear and charged with desire.

His velvety baritone slipped into the quiet space between them like a pebble dropped into still water, sending ripples through her very soul. “Quinn, you want me too, don’t you?”

Her heart raced, pounding like a drum, each beat echoing the urgency of a summer storm on a tin roof.

Both her body and heart reached for him with an insatiable hunger, a need that felt primal and undeniable.

“Yes. I want you,” she confessed, stripping away every veil that had previously shrouded her desire.

Their love intertwined with the sanctity of marriage; this longing felt not just permissible but almost divinely ordained.

With careful hands, Julius gathered her close and eased her onto the bed, as if she were the most precious and fragile treasure. His fingers moved with unhurried intent, unfastening each button with a soft click, revealing the hidden skin beneath.

His mouth followed the path his fingers traced, leaving soft, possessive kisses that ignited her senses.

A fine tremor coursed through her limbs, a heady mix of nervousness and delight.

One strong hand anchored her waist, while his warm breath fanned over her face, stirring the air between them. Seeking permission, his lips brushed against hers, retreating only to return, teasingly soft and insistent.

“Don’t be afraid. I’ll be gentle,” he promised, his voice a soothing murmur. “We won’t cross that final line. You and the baby will be safe.”

Under his attentive kisses and tender caresses, her skin ignited, each inch of her body glowing with an inner warmth.

Her lips felt as if they might burst into flames, alive with desire.

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