LOGINKassian LéonI change rhythm. I slow down. I look into her eyes.— You're mine, I say.— I'm yours.— No one else.— No one.— Forever.— Forever.I plunge into her. Again. Again. Each movement is a declaration. Each movement is a promise. Each movement is an "I love you" that I still can't say.Her fingers caress my face. She touches my lips, my cheeks, my eyes. She looks at me as if I were the most precious thing in the world. As if I were beautiful. As if I were good.— I feel you, she murmurs. I feel you everywhere inside me.I groan. A sound I don't control, coming from my gut.— You too, I answer. You too.Her hands slide between us. She touches where we are joined. She caresses the place where I enter her, where our bodies mingle. The sensation is so intense I have to close my eyes for a moment.— Look at
Kassian LéonThe plane takes off. The roar of the engines, the push against the back, then near silence. The city lights recede, become a carpet of fireflies, then disappear beneath the clouds. She looks out the window, fascinated, her breath forming a slight mist on the glass.— It's beautiful, she says.— Yes.But I'm not looking at the scenery. I'm looking at her. The soft light on her face, the sparkle in her eyes, the smile on her lips. I look at her hands, slender, elegant, resting on her knees. I look at her feet, bare in her heels, her delicate ankles. I look at everything. I want to engrave everything.She turns to me.— What?— Nothing.— You're staring.— Yes.— Why?— Because I can. Because I want to. Because I love it. Because you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.She holds my gaze, a challenge in her eyes.
Kassian LéonThe day is endless.Every minute that passes is a minute too many, a minute stolen from her, a minute lost in this uninteresting world where I have to sign documents, listen to reports, answer questions without even knowing what I'm saying. My mind is elsewhere. My mind is with her. In her arms. In her breath. In that night when everything shifted.Maxime looks at me strangely during the board meeting. I feel his gaze on me, insistent, questioning.— Are you sick? he murmurs.— No.— You look like death.— Thank you.— And you're smiling to yourself.I don't answer. I can't explain. I can't say that I'm elsewhere, that I'm with her, that I'm reliving every second of last night, every word, every gesture, every breath, every caress. I can't say that her name runs through my head like a prayer, that her scent lingers in my clothes, that her fingers left marks
Kassian LéonShe pulls back a little, looks at me.— You think I don't know who you are?— You know what I've shown you.— I know what you are. I know how you protected me. I know how you keep your promises. I know how you are with the staff, with the horses, with this house. I know how you let me in. I know what that cost you.— You don't know everything.— Then tell me.I look away. The fire crackles. The wood burns.— I'm not good at this, I say.— At what?— At being loved.She puts her hand on my cheek, forces my gaze.— Learn.— What if I can't?— I'll teach you.— What if I disappoint you?— I'm not asking you to be perfect. I'm asking you to be here.— I'm here.— Then that's all that matters.I look at her. This woman. This woman who
Kassian LéonI make breakfast like an automaton, mechanical gestures, my mind elsewhere. She's sitting at the kitchen counter, her bare feet swinging, my sweater hiding her hands. She's watching me. She's not saying anything. She's watching me, and that's already everything.— Do you want eggs? I ask.— I want what you want.— That means eggs.She laughs, that light laugh that grips my guts.— Then eggs.I crack the eggs into the pan, they sizzle, the smell of cooking fills the kitchen. The coffee is ready, I pour her a cup, place it in front of her. Her fingers brush mine when she takes the cup.— Thank you.— You're welcome.She takes a sip, closes her eyes, sighs.— Your coffee is better than mine.— It's the same coffee.— No, it's because you make it.I stop cooking, look at her. She's there, in my kitchen,
Kassian LéonI don't wait. I lift her, her legs wrap around my waist, her back against the marble wall. It's cool against her hot skin, I feel her shiver. Then I enter her, in one thrust, deep, perfect.She cries out. A short cry, muffled by my mouth on hers. I kiss her deeply, as I move inside her, as the water hits us, streams between our bodies, unites us even more.It's different from earlier. More animal, more urgent. The wall is cold, the water is hot, she is burning. She tightens around me, squeezes, drains me. Her nails in my shoulders, her moans in my mouth, her legs trembling around me.— I love you, she whispers.The words cut through the noise of the water, cut through the noise of our bodies, cut through everything. I hear them. I receive them. I keep them.I don't answer. I can't. Not yet. But I move harder, faster, deeper. I look into her eyes, I watch her come, I watch her shatter against me. And I
CéliaHe advances slowly toward the center of the room. His gaze sweeps over the barely touched tray, then returns to settle on me."You broke our agreement. There are consequences.""Our agreement?"The laugh that escapes me is brief and bitter."You mean that deal made under threat? That choice b
CeliaDawn is a lie behind the tinted windows. A gray glow without warmth, promising nothing. I surface from sleep the way one drowns in reverse, struggling upward toward a surface made of awareness and pain. The weight of yesterday falls over me before I even open my eyes. The unfamiliar room. The
CéliaThe day passed in the library, a mausoleum of rare books and icy portraits. His voice, precise and relentless, unspooled the history of the Volkovs like a chain designed to ensnare me. I only half-listened. I observed. The emphasis he placed on loyalty, conquest,
CéliaThe thought strikes me, insidious. I had sensed it, even in his monstrosity. This obsessive surveillance, this need to control everything, to possess everything... this isn't the act of a man acquiring a mere object. It's the restrained fury of someone who has waited. Who has maneuvered.He e







