Semua Bab Kiss me 2.1: Bab 61 - Bab 70

 Gabriel My chest heaves and crashes in a frantic rhythm. My tears stream, burning, corrosive. I pound my fist against myself, again and again. Each blow echoes in the void. As if I want to break my own bones to extract the fault stuck to them. But it doesn't leave.It is everywhere. In my hands. In my mouth. In my flesh.I stagger to my feet, seized by the fury of a hunted beast. I almost smash the bathroom door, turn the tap full on. The water gushes out, scalding, almost unbearable. I tear off my clothes, step into the shower.The torrent pounds me like iron rain. I scrub myself with rage, my arms, my chest, my thighs, until my skin reddens. But nothing leaves. I still feel her fingers, her lips, her breath. Every pore is contaminated. Every part of me belongs to her.— No… no!I punch the tile. The shock jars my bone. A sharp, cutting pain. But it's not enough. She still laughs in my head. I hear her. That

 GABRIELI remain frozen. Her scent floats in the air, sweet and violent at once, like a warning and an invitation. Her gaze challenges me, and yet I know I am already at her mercy.Clémence steps forward, slowly, each step measured like a dance. She plays with me. Her fingers brush the edge of the door, then slide to her neck, and I feel my body respond before my brain even says yes.— So? she breathes at me, a smile on her lips, almost mocking. Are you finally going to tell me what you came to confess?I lift my eyes to her. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Nothing but the turmoil in my heart and this desire twisting me from within.— Gabriel… she continues, even lower, like a secret shared with the night. Do you think you can resist me?She moves closer. Her fingers brush my hand, but when I reach out to take hers, she pulls back, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.— No… not

GABRIELAll 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, an exquisite torture. I draw her against me, discovering the suppleness of her hips and the fineness of her arms. She shivers, laughs softly, and sometimes a breath, a warm and fleeting moan, escapes her, igniting a new desire within me.— Gabriel… she murmurs, mischievous and vibrant. You are finally mine.Her voice captivates me. I no longer have the strength to answer. Her fingers slide into my hair, caress my neck, play with my shoulders. The sensations overwhelm m

 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

 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