Spellbound by Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

I woke with the sun filtering through the curtains, drawing golden lines across the comforter. Aggy was already awake, lying on her stomach beside me, her grayish eyes fixed on me with a curiosity so intense and pure that it made me smile before I could even say anything.“Good morning,” my voice came out hoarse, dragged by sleep, but laden with an affection I wasn’t even trying to hide anymore.“Good morning,” she answered, not looking away, her expression serious and evaluative. “You slept in mommy’s bed.”“I did,” I confirmed, resting my head on the pillow to be at the same height as her.“Why?”The question came direct, without detours, the way only children can manage. She tilted her head to the side, her hair falling with the movement, and I felt my chest tighten at that mixture of innocence and perspicacity.“Because I wanted to be close to you both,” I answered, choosing the simplest truth I could offer.She processed the information with an almost solemn seriousness, frowning

Clara’s apartment smelled of freshly brewed coffee and vanilla cookies, an aroma that seemed to have seeped into the walls over the years and now welcomed me like a silent embrace. When I entered with my suitcase, she was in the kitchen, her back to me, her hair pulled into a messy bun that let a few rebellious strands escape, the oversized t-shirt falling over her shoulders and hiding the curves I knew so well. There was something profoundly domestic in that scene, something that hit me in the chest with the force of a longing I didn’t even know I carried.“You came back,” she said, without turning, her voice neutral, but her hands still on the counter, her fingers motionless as if her entire body were holding its breath.“I came back,” I left the suitcase by the sofa, the muffled sound of the wheel on the carpet filling the silence, and moved toward the kitchen. “I talked to Sarah.”“How did it go?” She finally moved, picking up the wooden spoon and stirring something in the pot, bu

The afternoon sun was warm, a generous heat that made the cobblestones of Newburyport shine as if they had been polished. The sky displayed a cloudless blue, the kind that seems hand-painted, and a light breeze came from the sea, bringing with it the scent of salt and summer. Lara and I walked to Aggy’s school side by side, our hands swinging close to each other, almost touching, but not.There was a silent electricity in that minimal space between our fingers, a mutual awareness that any contact, however small, would carry immense meaning.“She’ll be happy to see you,” Lara said, breaking the silence, her voice tinged with quiet certainty.“Will she?” I looked at her, one eyebrow raised, genuinely uncertain.“She will,” she confirmed with a nod, a small smile playing on her lips. “She liked you. She rarely likes someone so quickly. Usually she observes for days before deciding whether the person deserves her attention or not.”“Did she inherit the bad mood from someone?” I asked, the

He laid me on the sofa with the delicacy of someone placing something precious, the cushions sinking under my back. He positioned himself between my legs, his knees sinking into the upholstery, and held my knees with both hands, opening them slowly. His cock was hard, the head purplish and glistening with moisture, and when he pressed it against my entrance, I felt the heat radiate through my entire lower belly.“Look at me,” he asked, his voice a gentle command, his green eyes fixed on mine.I obeyed, holding his gaze.He entered slowly. Inch by inch, with a deliberate slowness that made me feel every vein, every pulsation, every fraction of skin that slid inside me. The sensation was overwhelming—he opened me, filled me, and there was a pain mixed with pleasure that made it unthinkable to ask him to stop. My eyes widened, my lips opened in a silent “oh,” and a low moan escaped my throat before I could contain it.“So tight,” he murmured, his eyes half-closed, his jaw tense as he fel

Afterward, lying on the sofa that miraculously still held us, our bodies still intertwined, her nestled against my chest with her head in the exact spot where my heart beat, I realized something I hadn’t formulated before.“Do you know what I discovered today?” I asked, my fingers tracing her back in slow, lazy strokes.“What?” She lifted her face to look at me, her chin resting on my chest, her eyes still shining.“That I prefer the man I am with you.”She frowned, confused, a wrinkle forming between her eyebrows.“What do you mean?”“With Sarah, I was always… restrained,” I chose my words carefully, my fingers continuing their path along the vertebrae of her spine. “I lived inside a box I built myself. The respectable professor. The exemplary husband. The righteous person everyone expected me to be. I said the right things, did the right things, never strayed from the script.”“And with me?” she asked, and there was genuine curiosity in her voice.“With you…” I smiled, leaning down