The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 235

ty Need Part 2

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Chapter 165: She Is My Need, Part 2.

Ethan

There’s no clear answer from her… but I don’t need one.

The way Clara looks at me says it all. Her eyes never leave my lips, her breathing slows, deepers… as if she’s feeling exactly the same thing I am.

As if that moment, suspended between us, is enough for us to understand each other without words.

I cup her face in my hands again, gently… with a softness that contrasts sharply with everything burning

inside me. And I kiss her again.

This kiss… is no longer doubt, it’s certainty. It’s deeper, slower at first, as if I want to savor it, as if I need to

make sure this is real… that she’s here with me, that she’s not just another memory.

I take her lower lip, sucking on it several times. It’s a damn need.

She opens her mouth slightly, and I let my tongue taste her inside. She’s more delicate, like a flower, and I

I’m like an animal. I took hold of the back of her neck and pressed her face to mine.

I captured her tongue and sucked on it; even that aroused me in the midst of that intense kiss. But then,

something shifts.

The heat rises, expands, settles in my chest… in my skin.. in every point where we touch. I feel her hands

grip my shirt, and that… that shatters any attempt at restraint.

I slide my fingers along the strap of her dress, calmly, giving her time… giving us time.

The feel of the fabric yielding beneath my hand makes me inhale more deeply.

I tilt my face and place a kiss on her collarbone, then another. And another. I feel her skin react, how she

trembles slightly… how her head tilts to one side, giving me space, wordlessly asking me to continue. And I do. Because there is nothing I desire more in this moment than to explore her… rediscover her… feel her.

Her scent envelops me, that perfume of hers… soft yet intense, mingled with the natural warmth of her

skin. It’s a combination that disarms me, that sweeps me away.

I close my eyes for a second as I kiss her, letting that moment be etched into my memory. As if I never want to forget it.

Her hands find the buttons of my shirt, clumsy at first… not for lack of intention, but out of urgency. I smile slightly against her skin.

“Take it easy…” I murmur softly, almost voiceless. But I don’t stop her, because I need to feel her like this. I need to know that she desires me…. that she seeks me… that I’m not the only one falling again.

Her fingers manage to unbutton one… then another… and the touch of her hands against my chest makes my breath catch for a moment. It’s different… All of this is different. It’s not just desire… it’s everything we

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never had, everything we lost, everything we’re trying to reclaim.

↑ slide my hand down her arm, slowly, feeling her skin beneath my fingers as if it were the first time.

I reach her waist… pull her closer. I need to feel her, I need that closeness that erases any distance, any

doubt.

She fits against me naturally… as if she’d never stopped. As if this had always been her place.

My other hand descends more carefully, tracing the fabric of her dress… following the line of her body, memorizing it again. Without haste… but without pause.

Every movement is conscious, every touch intentional. There’s no rush… but there’s no control either. Just

… US.

The kiss intensifies, becomes deeper, more demanding. And there’s a point where air is no longer enough.

We separate barely, just enough.

Our lips remain close, our breaths mingling. I rest my forehead against hers, closing my eyes.

“Clara…” I whisper.

My voice doesn’t sound the same as before; it’s deeper… heavier… more real. My hands are still on her body, this time on her leg, beneath her dress… squeezing her thigh, wanting to move up firmly, but careful, as if I were still afraid of breaking this moment. As if I were afraid it would disappear if I moved too

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