All Chapters of Kiss me : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

DjenaThe car drives in silence, but the atmosphere inside is charged with tension. I can't stop thinking about the evening ahead, the excitement of getting to know Romain a little better, and the kind of curiosity that overwhelms me. I feel torn, both nervous and eager, yet strangely serene. The idea of spending time with him, of opening up more to him, brushes against me like a sweet promise.Romain brings me to his house, a modern and spacious place with large windows overlooking a perfectly maintained garden. He parks the car in the driveway, and before I even have time to get out, he rushes to open my door, in a simple yet thoughtful gesture. It's the kind of little attentions that make me smile uncontrollably. He takes my hand and invites me to follow him inside. The entrance is welcoming, with warm colors that contrast pleasantly with the coldness of the white walls. The soft light from the table lamps creates a gentle, intimate atmosphere, and I instantly feel at ease, even th

Jack's DilemmaJackThe evening was strange, almost unreal. Josiane and I shared a moment of pure happiness after the announcement of the pregnancy, yet a part of me remains frozen, caught in another reality, another passion. The warmth of her body against mine, the promises of a life as three with our future child… all of this warms my heart, brings me a calm I hadn’t imagined. But this calm is fragile, and suddenly, I find myself alone in the living room, alone with my thoughts.I sit on the couch, my gaze lost in the soft glow of the lamps. Everything around me is quiet, almost too quiet. The silence weighs on me, forcing me to confront a truth I had carefully ignored these past weeks: Djena. She still haunts me, her silhouette, her smile, the warmth of her lips. Every look she gave me, every caress exchanged, remains etched in me, like a mist that’s hard to dissipate.I run a hand over my face, stress overwhelming me as my thoughts become tangled. On one side, there’s Josiane, my

DjenaHe kisses me passionately, his tongue slips inside my mouth, he finds mine and captures it, teasing it, biting it gently.With exquisite slowness, he regained control, slipping between my thighs with a determination that was both gentle and imperious. He sinks into me with deliberate slowness; I feel every part of his length invading me little by little: he is so huge! Bigger than Jack! Oh my God, he's going to tear me apart. He fills me completely.I could feel the warmth of his body against my skin, a sensual fusion that only intensified the desire blossoming between us. Every movement was a dance, a meticulously choreographed ballet, where we explored the limits of our passion.His arms entwined around me, pulling me closer as he slowly approached, his lips brushing the delicate curve of my neck. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation of his kisses, every caress of his tongue provoking waves of pleasure that washed over me. His warm, light breath enveloped me like a

DjenaThe weekend seemed to unfold like a calm sea, each moment gently floating between the hours, every shared instant a sweet discovery. From Saturday morning, as the sun struggled to penetrate the thick curtains, we woke up late, a bit groggy from sleep, but happy to have nowhere to go. The scent of fresh coffee filled the room as I got up yawning, and Romain, already preparing scrambled eggs, shot me a knowing glance."I thought you were going to sleep a little longer," he said, smiling, his voice still carrying the softness of morning.I shrugged, a lazy smile on my lips. "I think we have the whole day ahead of us. I don’t see why I should be in a rush."He handed me a cup of coffee, and I sat at the table, watching the sun burst little golden touches through the window. The morning unfolded in exquisite slowness, between sips of coffee and light conversations. We talked about everything and nothing, vague plans and slightly crazy dreams. The warmth of the kitchen, the filtered l

DjenaOn Monday morning, I woke up slowly, as if reality had gently but insistently caught up with me. The weekend I had spent with Romain had provided a brief escape from the worries and tensions of my daily life. But now, it was time to return to reality. The weekend had passed too quickly, and I hadn't really had the chance to reflect on everything that awaited me upon my return. The missed calls from Jack, the unanswered messages—all of it loomed over me like a sword of Damocles. And each minute of silence weighed a little heavier on my chest.I got up and took a shower. I was slowly getting ready, my heart heavy, when Romain entered the room:- Good morning, my dear. Did you sleep well?- Yes, good morning to you. I slept very well.- Are you ready to go?- Yes.- Alright, don’t forget to eat before heading down. You must be hungry!- That's true, I’m very hungry.I finished getting dressed quickly, ate hastily, grabbed my bag, and stepped out of the house. The fresh morning wind