The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 157

Chapter 113: Now, dessert. My dessert.

Chapter 113: Now, dessert. My dessert.

Ethan:

I feel her arms surrounding me… and for a second I don’t react.

My body stands still, as if trying to understand what’s going on.

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I slowly look down, her hands are on my abdomen… open, firm, pressing with a need that I did not

expect from her.

That gesture… Coming from Clara… It feels different.

I swallow hard.

I feel how she gets closer, how her body sticks to mine… How she inhales my smell, as if she needed it. Her fingers barely move, they cling a little more, as if that hug is getting stronger… more

real.

I stop what I was doing, the plate is set aside.

I take a cloth with slow movements and dry my hands, trying to keep the calm that I no longer have

inside. My breathing changes, everything changes.

I turn slowly. I stand in front of her and I see her.

Her eyes sparkle. They shine in a way that I recognize… but that is not common.

It’s not something I see every day, just at very specific times.

Very… important, very real.

I watch her for a second longer than necessary.

“What are you doing, my love?” I ask quietly.

There is no reproach in my tone, just… something else.

Something that is very similar to wanting to understand it… but also not wanting it to stop.

Clara opens her lips… but it says nothing.

I stare at her, waiting. I know she wants to say something, I see it in her expression, in the way she breathes, in how her eyes fail to hold mine completely.

But the silence is prolonged.

“What do you want, my love?” I repeat, this time softer.

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I raised my hand and brought it to her face.

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I touch her carefully, pull a strand of her hair aside and place it behind her ear, letting my fingers rub

against her skin more than necessary.

Softly, slowly.

My thumb slides down to her lips… barely tracing them.

“What’s the matter?” I ask again.

She swallows, I feel it. She’s nervous.

“It’s just that I… I want to…” she begins.

I frown slightly, leaning just slightly toward her, as if that would help her say it.

I’m attentive, too attentive. Because I know… that what she is about to say matters.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” I say softly. “They’re just words.”

My fingers remain on her face, holding her there.

“Come on… There is no reason to be ashamed of each other.”

I pause.

“What is it? What’s the matter?”

And then she says it.

“I want you to make love to me.”

Time stands still, literally. For a second… I don’t react.

Not because I don’t understand what she said, believe it came out of her

ut because I can’t

mouth.

From Clara, from her.

My eyes stay in her. Looking for… confirmation.

Like I need to make sure I didn’t imagine it.

I swallow hard.

My chest slowly expands, and something inside me… it lights up.

It’s not just desire, it’s something deeper. More intense. Because it is not just any request.

It’s her… opening up to me in that way.

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I release the air slowly, as if I’ve been holding it back all this time.

I look at her, I really look at her.

“Why do you have such a hard time saying it?” I murmur.

My thumb runs over her lips again, slowly, feeling the softness of her mouth under my skin.

She doesn’t respond. And it is not necessary, because I understand it.

I’ve always understood her… even when she doesn’t say anything.

“You know it…” I continued in a low voice, “you don’t have to ask for it.”

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My hands go up to her face, holding her cheeks between my palms. I barely bring her closer to me.

“I feel like yours, Clara.”

The word comes out effortlessly.

Without fear.

“You can touch me… you can kiss me… You can do what you want when you want.”

My eyes are not separated from hers.

“Because that’s how I feel.”

My voice drops a little lower.

“I feel like I’m yours.”

I lower my face to hers. And I kiss her, a short, soft kiss. But full of everything I’m not saying with

words.

I move away just a few inches, just enough to look at her

“You can make me yours whenever you want,” I whisper. “I will never protest.”

She looks at me. And there’s something in her expression…

squeezes my chest.

thing delicate, vulnerable… that

“Okay,” she replies in a whisper.

And that’s all I need, I kiss her again. But this time it is different.

My lips barely parted, searching for hers with more intention. I take her lower lip gently, sucking it slightly, without haste. It’s a slow, controlled kiss, but it feels… intense.

Too intense.

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