Chapter 89: A Huy to Her Nudity 2
I look at her. And for a moment I stop breathing
The candlelight barely illuminates the room, but it’s enough for my eyes to travel every line of her body.
The silk lies on the ground at our feet, and Clara is in front of me…. Fully exposed.
A memory hits me suddenly, the first time. The first time I made her mine… the first time I saw her without anything to cover her, when we were still two people who were just learning to discover each other
God… It’s strange how my mind goes back to that moment so clearly. Fremember how nervous I was. I remember how my hands trembled when I first touched her, how my heart beat as if it wanted to come out of my chest.
Her nakedness is… It’s art to me, and I remember how beautiful I found her then.
but now… Now it’s different, because this time I’m not just watching her.
I’m recognizing her.
My eyes slowly roll down her body, and I feel the air become heavier inside my lungs. Clara’s skin seems to glow in the dim light of the candle, soft, warm… So close to me that I find it hard to believe that she is here.
Something inside me reacts immediately. My body responds to what I see, to the way her figure is drawn in front of me, to the way her breath mixes with mine in the small space that separates us.
I swallow hard, I can’t help it.
There is desire, yes… But there’s also something deeper, something that squeezes my chest in a way that’s hard to explain.
Because this woman in front of me… It’s not just Clara… She is my wife.
The woman I loved… the woman I hurt… And the only one who still has the power to make everything
r inside me shake just by looking at her.
I slowly raise my hand and let my fingers brush against her arm, as if I still need to make sure it’s real. “Clara…” I murmur in a voice lower than I expected.
My eyes return to her.
And at that moment I feel something dangerous growing inside me… something that mixes desire, nostalgia and a deep need to meet her again.

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