All Chapters of Kiss me 2.1: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CLARAHe doesn't move right away.His hand remains on mine, anchored, solid, as if this simple contact already contained everything he would want to say… but that he still holds back. I feel the weight of this silence, not heavy, but charged, vibrant. Then, slowly, his other hand rises. His gesture hesitates for a fraction of a second, as if he were giving me the possibility to pull away. I don't move.His fingers brush my cheek. An almost unreal caress, barely tangible, a thread of warmth that follows the curve of my face, glides down to my jaw. His palm is warm, and beneath this softness, there is the contained firmness of someone who controls his gestures… but not necessarily what he feels. My heart pounds so hard I'm afraid he might feel it through my skin.I lift my face slightly towards him, and in his eyes… there is no more distance. No more politeness or mask. Only a raw, magnetic intensity that draws me in like a gravity

CLARAI feel his breath crash against my skin like a warm wave threatening to overwhelm me. Every beat of my heart resonates in my temples, every shiver is amplified by the warmth of his body. He doesn't move, just there, so close I could count every breath, every beat of his lips on mine.His hands glide slowly along my hips, hesitate, caress, as if to teach me patience in the midst of urgency. I tremble, unable to hold back a muffled murmur, a moan that escapes despite myself. He smiles against my mouth, and that simple movement ignites my entire being.I tilt slightly, my forehead pressed against his, and I feel the contour of his jaw under my fingers. Every micro-movement of his hands, every subtle pressure on my back makes me waver, as if the very balance of my body depended on him. He shifts his weight, and me with him, our movements almost imperceptible but perfectly synchronized.— Don't move… he breathes, his voice hoarse, almost an order, but soft as a caress.I don't move.

CLARAHe holds me against him, gently pulling me up so I'm standing facing him, my hands still in his. My breath is short, irregular, oscillating between emotion and desire, my moans mingling with a muffled sob of happiness. Every beat of my heart seems to cry out that he is mine, and I am ready to let myself be carried away in every shiver, every vibration of his body against mine.His lips find mine again, first softly, almost timidly, then with that intensity that makes my whole being shiver. I moan, long and trembling, letting that sound escape without restraint:— Yes… yes… Hoo… I murmur between breaths.He responds with a smile against my lips, his hands caressing my back, holding me against him just enough to keep me balanced between desire and ecstasy.— Clara… he murmurs, his voice trembling with emotion and desire. I love you… more than anything…I shiver at his words, my

CLARAI remain still for a moment, letting the air vibrate with this unexpected encounter. My husband holds me slightly against him, and I feel his strength, his protection. My gaze meets Éric's, who seems to hesitate about taking the step. He is vulnerable, but his eyes betray a mixture of regret and sincere pain.— Éric… I began, my voice calm but firm. I can see that you regret… But you must understand one thing: I am no longer the one you knew.He lowered his eyes, throat tight, guilt visible in every feature.ÉRICHer words strike me harder than I would have imagined. She speaks with power, with that authority I had never seen. I realize that I lost more than a woman… I lost a force, a light that I can never bring back to me.Each step I take towards her is a cruel reminder of my past mistakes. The months I searched for her, consumed by regret, come back to me like an impossible weig

CLARAThe sun slips through the curtains, bathing our room in a soft and warm light. I wake slowly, still enveloped in the memory of last night, of our embraces, our murmurs, of that silent promise that now seems engraved in every beat of my heart.A strange dizziness surprises me, light, almost imperceptible at first. I sit up in bed, the sheets sliding around my hips, and I feel my heart accelerate. There is something… something different, fragile and yet powerful. My body speaks to me, sends me a message I hadn't anticipated.I get up and head to the bathroom, the mirror reflecting my image back to me: pale, breath short, but eyes shining with a new light. I close my eyes for a moment and, with a trembling gesture, I touch my belly. A gentle and frightening intuition at once seizes me.— No… I murmur under my breath, hesitant but full of hope.I rush to the pharmacy, buy a pregnancy test and run home, my heart pounding