LOGINLucas is there.
And that alone is enough to make my heart change rhythm.I don't need to look at him to know he occupies the room as if it belongs to him. I feel it in the way the air becomes denser, in the sound of his steady steps on the parquet floor. I continue to fiddle mechanically with the cup between my hands, as if this small gesture could anchor me in something normal.
— Slept well? His voice is low, neutral, but it seeps under my skin lik
CLARAThe sun slips through the curtains, bathing our room in a soft and warm light. I wake slowly, still enveloped in the memory of last night, of our embraces, our murmurs, of that silent promise that now seems engraved in every beat of my heart.A strange dizziness surprises me, light, almost imperceptible at first. I sit up in bed, the sheets sliding around my hips, and I feel my heart accelerate. There is something… something different, fragile and yet powerful. My body speaks to me, sends me a message I hadn't anticipated.I get up and head to the bathroom, the mirror reflecting my image back to me: pale, breath short, but eyes shining with a new light. I close my eyes for a moment and, with a trembling gesture, I touch my belly. A gentle and frightening intuition at once seizes me.— No… I murmur under my breath, hesitant but full of hope.I rush to the pharmacy, buy a pregnancy test and run home, my heart pounding
CLARAWe leave the company, the fresh air enveloping me after the palpable tension of the last moments. My husband walks beside me, his hand squeezing mine with a gentle firmness that both reassures and ignites me. Each shared breath seems to erase the last traces of the past.— Are you okay? he murmurs, his warm voice caressing my ear.I nod, a trembling smile on my lips, feeling my eyes still shine with accumulated emotion.— Yes… better now… with you. Always with you.He leans in, placing a light kiss on my temple, then on my lips, as if to seal this silent promise. My heart tightens with happiness and desire. Every brush of his hands on mine, every touch of his lips on my skin, reminds me that I am no longer alone, that my present and my future are with him.The car ride is silent, but charged with complicity. Our hands remain linked, and sometimes our fingers gently caress each other, as if to prolong the
CLARAI remain still for a moment, letting the air vibrate with this unexpected encounter. My husband holds me slightly against him, and I feel his strength, his protection. My gaze meets Éric's, who seems to hesitate about taking the step. He is vulnerable, but his eyes betray a mixture of regret and sincere pain.— Éric… I began, my voice calm but firm. I can see that you regret… But you must understand one thing: I am no longer the one you knew.He lowered his eyes, throat tight, guilt visible in every feature.ÉRICHer words strike me harder than I would have imagined. She speaks with power, with that authority I had never seen. I realize that I lost more than a woman… I lost a force, a light that I can never bring back to me.Each step I take towards her is a cruel reminder of my past mistakes. The months I searched for her, consumed by regret, come back to me like an impossible weig
CLARAThree months have passed since that day he asked me to marry him, and our life has changed in an almost unreal way. We married intimately, surrounded by those who truly matter, and since then, every day reminds me how lucky I am. I now live like a queen, surrounded by servants, advisors, assistants who ensure nothing is lacking. The house is big, luxurious, warm, and yet… something still burns inside me.— I want to work… I murmured one evening, caressing his cheek as he looked at me with that infinite tenderness that melts me every time.He smiled, his eyes shining in the dimness of the living room.— I have a surprise for you… he said softly. Tomorrow, I want to show you something.The next day, after taking the children to school, he drove me in a luxurious car, the journey punctuated by mysterious smiles and warm hands squeezing mine. Excitement tightened my stomach, a mixture of anticipation and cur
CLARAHe holds me against him, gently pulling me up so I'm standing facing him, my hands still in his. My breath is short, irregular, oscillating between emotion and desire, my moans mingling with a muffled sob of happiness. Every beat of my heart seems to cry out that he is mine, and I am ready to let myself be carried away in every shiver, every vibration of his body against mine.His lips find mine again, first softly, almost timidly, then with that intensity that makes my whole being shiver. I moan, long and trembling, letting that sound escape without restraint:— Yes… yes… Hoo… I murmur between breaths.He responds with a smile against my lips, his hands caressing my back, holding me against him just enough to keep me balanced between desire and ecstasy.— Clara… he murmurs, his voice trembling with emotion and desire. I love you… more than anything…I shiver at his words, my
CLARAHe still holds me against him, every fiber of his body pressed against mine, as if wanting to ensure I could never escape. The warmth emanating from his chest invades every centimeter of my skin, the slow and powerful rhythm of his heart resonating under my hands. My breath becomes short, jerky, oscillating between desire and impatience.His fingers brush my nape, glide along my shoulders, descend to the small of my back, tracing burning circles. A small moan escapes my lips, trembling, uncontrollable. He smiles, his lips brushing mine with a mixture of gentleness and promise.— Clara… he murmurs, his voice hoarse, vibrant. Just here… just between us…I shiver, my hands gliding over his torso, following every tense muscle, every ripple under his fingers. He responds to my gesture by drawing me closer, reducing the space between our bodies to almost nothing. I moan louder, short and sharp at first, then long and tremb
ÉricI came home.Clara was still asleep. The house was silent, peaceful. I closed the door without a sound, took off my shoes, walked down the hall like a thief. Headed for the bathroom. I turned on the light, eyes squinting. The mirror reflected a man I no longer recognized.I took a scalding sho
ÉricThe room is bathed in warm semi-darkness. The curtains are drawn. The silence is almost unreal, as if this place belonged to another dimension. A world outside time, outside laws, outside myself. A world she built beyond morality, a sanctuary where everything I thought I was becomes ridiculous
ÉricI stayed on my knees for a long time, even after she had drawn back, even after she had disappeared into the bathroom again. The floor is cold, my back is tense, my thighs burn. But I didn't move.Because in that moment, something inside me gave way. A thread. A line.A thought that I was stil
EricI don’t sleep.I let my body rest against hers. I breathe slowly. I let it seem as if I’ve surrendered to sleep. But in truth… it’s the opposite.I am on fire.Her hand is in my hair. Her breath against my forehead. Her scent. Her silence.Everything is too real.Too alive.Too…Her body again







