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All 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,
CLÉMENCEThe door finally opens, and I feel each of Gabriel’s steps resonate in the hallway. Two weeks have passed, yet I knew he would return. I knew it with that quiet certainty that only patience can give.I remain in the shadow of the room, a subtle smile on my lips, as if I can already feel his guilt and his desire mingling in the air. When he appears in the doorway, I see him hesitate, weighing every movement, every gesture. His eyes search for an escape, but there is none.— You took your time coming back… I murmur softly, as if my words could ignite him even before my hands touch him.He does not answer. His gaze wavers between anguish and anticipation. His lips tremble almost imperceptibly, and I know he is trying to control the turmoil within him, but he is already caught.I step forward, slowly, each step an invisible caress rekindling the fire within him. Without a word, I draw him to me and kiss
CLÉMENCEThe silence is dense, almost oppressive. The room still holds his presence, like a tangible echo of the night past. The rumpled sheets, the displaced pillows, every object seems to bear the imprint of him, of us. I stretch slowly, my fingers brushing the warm, undulating surface of the sheets, tracing invisible paths where his body mingled with mine.I close my eyes, and memory surges, relentless. The muffled whispers he breathed against my ear, the trembling of his hands on my skin, the way his lips had sought every inch of my neck, my shoulders… Each memory courses through me like a delicious shiver, and I smile, aware of the vertigo he has left behind.I sit on the edge of the bed, letting my fingers caress the still-warm folds of the sheets, as if to hold onto the shadow of his touch. His hands, his breath, his half-closed eyes fixed on me with a mixture of desire and guilt… All of this is now mine, a silent and co
GABRIELThe morning air bites my face as I quicken my pace, the crumpled cassock hidden beneath my coat. Each beat of my heart echoes like a death knell. The streets are deserted, but I walk like a fugitive, hunted by the dawn itself. Every sound, every breath of wind makes me feel as though I might be discovered.A dog barks in the distance. A window slams shut. My breath quickens. If someone were to see me like this, if anyone guessed where I spent the night… No, I must not even think about it. Yet my steps hesitate, almost slow, as if an invisible force were already trying to pull me back, toward her.I clench my fists. I want to erase this night from my flesh, from my memory, but her caresses still burn on my skin. My lips, my hands, everything still bears Clémence’s trace. And the more I try to detach myself, the more this mark sinks into me like a scar impossible to close.Finally, I reach the presbytery. The key tr
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
ClaraThe car pulls into the driveway.I see it through the slats of the Venetian blind, just barely open enough for my eyes to slip through unseen. The engine purrs for a moment, then dies. One door slams. Another follows, less sharp.And then, their voices.Him, lower than usual. Almost gentle.H
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
JadeTonight, I'm not playing.Tonight, I don't want to humiliate, to provoke, to twist.I don't want to make Éric bend, nor test his limits, nor smother him with my silence.Tonight, I just want… to look at him.To be here. In this room, with him. Nothing else. Nothing more dangerous than that tru
JadeI wake before dawn.Not because I slept badly. Not because I had a nightmare.No. I wake simply because I decided to.No alarm. No noise. Nothing.Just this suspended moment, when the house is still numb.And me, perfectly awake.Lucid.The bed is comfortable. A bit too much. The sheets smell







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