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
ElaraThe manor absorbs the dying day. Its high walls of pale stone, its rows of immense, dark windows, its French gardens trimmed to the line—everything breathes order, grandeur, and an absolute silence. It is less a home than a territory. Mine. Purchased, restored, dominated. An empire of stone f
ElaraThe awakening is cold, precise. No trace of the usual grogginess, only an immediate clarity, as if someone has flipped a switch in my brain. His command from the previous evening had worked with disquieting efficiency; my sleep was deep, dreamless, a plunge into the prescribed, restorative vo
CéliaI spin on my heel, my legs unsteady but determined. Each step toward the door is a victory. I don't dare look back."Goodbye, Célia," his voice says behind me, tinged with a strange promise. "We'll see each other again. I promise you that."I leave the office, cross the hall, push open the he
ElenaI whisper, but my hands these damn disobedient hands slide to his hips, dragging his pelvis flush against mine.He lets out a low laugh before claiming my mouth in a kiss that is anything but tender. It’s a declaration of ownership. His teeth capture my lower lip, his tongue invading my mouth







