LOGINHe 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
GABRIELThe night recedes, dragging behind it the remnants of our fevers, and already I feel the day approaching. A gray light filters through the shutters, cruel, implacable, reminding me that time has escaped us. Every second counts, I know it… but my body refuses to move.She lies there, stretched out in the disarray of the sheets, her hair scattered like a wild crown. My hand trembles as it rests on her still-warm skin, unable to leave her. Her curves, her peaceful breathing, everything still calls to me. I slowly caress her back, her hip, as if to push back the evidence that I must leave.A knot tightens in my throat.— Clémence… I murmur, my voice strained. What have we done?Her eyelids flutter open, her lips form a soft, almost childlike smile, as if nothing were serious. But I am suffocating. The poison of remorse already courses through my veins. I have crossed a line that should not be crossed. I kn
CLÉMENCEGabriel’s warmth against me is a fire I do not wish to extinguish. His gasping breath, the beating of his heart against mine, his hands seeking mine… everything becomes a delicious vertigo. A mischievous smile plays on my lips. Until now, he has led me, guided me, controlled me, but now it is my turn. I want to feel the power of my desire over him, to feel his body react to each of my gestures.I press myself more tightly against him, my hands gliding over his chest and back, caressing the fineness of his skin, brushing his muscles with calculated precision. His shivers course through me, each reaction becoming an echo of my power over him. His gaze, both lost and burning, gives me a new intoxication, a delicious vertigo that makes me smile.— Gabriel… I murmur, warmly, letting my lips travel over his neck and graze his ear. You are so… perfect.I begin to ride him slowly, modulating the rhyth
GABRIELI melt into her warmth, into the scent of her skin that intoxicates me. Her hands glide over my shoulders, brush my arms, slide over my chest with a precision that unsettles and consumes me. The shivers that run down my spine are flashes of pleasure, grazes that tear me apart and set me ablaze simultaneously. Her body against mine, warm, supple, perfect, becomes all I can perceive.Clémence clings to my neck, her lips seeking mine, then gliding over my cheek, my neck, alternating burning softness and provocation. I hold her against me, and I feel her muscles undulate, her skin shiver beneath my fingers. Her gestures are precise, calculated, but they make me lose all control. Her fingers slide into my hair, brush my jaw, play with my lips, and I melt. Her crystalline laugh makes me waver, renders me vulnerable and obsessed.She moves her hands down my chest, brushes my muscles, grazes my skin with gestures that devour me
GABRIELAll restraint has dissipated. Her body against mine erases all caution, all reason. Her burning lips meet mine, and an unbearable heat courses through me. Her skin is a fire I cannot extinguish, her intoxicating scent captivates me, and I lose myself in the fluidity of her movements.Her hands traverse my chest and back with delicate precision, exploring my shoulders and descending along my sides. The shivers that run down my spine are both electric shocks and caresses, an exquisite torture. I draw her against me, discovering the suppleness of her hips and the fineness of her arms. She shivers, laughs softly, and sometimes a breath, a warm and fleeting moan, escapes her, igniting a new desire within me.— Gabriel… she murmurs, mischievous and vibrant. You are finally mine.Her voice captivates me. I no longer have the strength to answer. Her fingers slide into my hair, caress my neck, play with my shoulders. The sensations overwhelm m
GABRIELI can't wait any longer. Every fiber of my body screams that she is there, within reach, that everything that held me back until now is turning to dust.Clémence sits on the sofa, legs crossed with insolent grace. Her rumpled shirt hints at the curve of her shoulders and the delicate shadow of her collarbone. Her hair falls in unruly strands over her face and neck, some threads brushing her lips, as if daring me not to caress them. Her eyes shine with a cruel and mocking gleam, and I lose myself in that vertigo.She smiles, a mix of sweetness and provocation, as if she knows exactly what I want and decides to make me pay the price for it. Her hands brush her neck, her arms, an almost unconscious but irresistible gesture, and I feel my fingers open in the void, longing to touch everything, feel everything.— Gabriel… she murmurs, in an almost tender voice but laced with malice. I know you want me. I know it, I feel it… no
GABRIELI remain frozen. Her scent floats in the air, sweet and violent at once, like a warning and an invitation. Her gaze challenges me, and yet I know I am already at her mercy.Clémence steps forward, slowly, each step measured like a dance. She plays with me. Her fingers brush the edge of the door, then slide to her neck, and I feel my body respond before my brain even says yes.— So? she breathes at me, a smile on her lips, almost mocking. Are you finally going to tell me what you came to confess?I lift my eyes to her. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Nothing but the turmoil in my heart and this desire twisting me from within.— Gabriel… she continues, even lower, like a secret shared with the night. Do you think you can resist me?She moves closer. Her fingers brush my hand, but when I reach out to take hers, she pulls back, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.— No… not
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
ÉricI didn't sleep.Not a single second.The living room is a battlefield. The wrinkled rug. My shirt, torn. My body, marked. My mouth, still warm from hers. And yet, she vanished like a mirage.I stayed there, frozen, naked, for an eternity. As if my body refused to return to reality. As if the v
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







