50 Chapter 50 Reasons to love
′′ I was a girl, but I was not stupid, everyone around us was hungry and miserable; while I could eat comfortably and I could even eat sweets on a good day. You went out only at night and ca back until dawn, sotis your body gave off the sll of a woman and sotis they found corpses the next morning; I didn’t think about it too much the first few tis, but as ti went by it beca hard to ignore. ′′
There was a note of sadness in Claire’s voice now that was rarely an emotion she displayed.
′′ So you knew. ′′ Desmond exclaid chanically and with an empty look.
′′ I know more than you think, I know about the murders and why you killed those people too, I know about the treatnt you had with the rich won of the base; I even followed you a couple of tis and saw what you were doing. ′′
′′ You did what? ′′ Emotions returned to Desmond for an instant just to express his disbelief at this mont.
Too bad Claire didn’t bother to answer her question, she just continued where she left off before being interrupted.
′′ I know that sohow you blocked everything that happened back then, I know about the nightmares and I know why you preferred to drown your worries between the legs of other won. ′′
This ti Desmond said nothing, only discomfort and embarrassnt were to be seen on his face now.
′′ Desmond, I always knew and that is why I love you. Because we are not brothers, because you had no obligation to protect or raise as you did, because you made all those sacrifices and did all that damage to yourself because you decided that you would protect regardless of the cost; Because beautiful words are said by anyone, but only you went through hell and ca back forth for . I love you Desmond, not despite who you are; but because of who you are. I have always loved you and I have always expected you to love . ′′
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By the ti Claire confessed for the last ti her deepest desire to be loved by Desmond, her voice had lost its firmness, she began to tremble, warm tears full of emotion fell from her soft chin; now her expectation was all that was left in her.
′′ How can you love soone like , my hands are full of blood, I lost my dignity long ago, and even knowing that you were in love with . . . How many tis do I betray you by sleeping with any woman who could satisfy my lust and ease my pain? ′′
But Desmond didn’t give her the answer she expected, denial was all that ca from Desmond’s lips.
′′ There is nothing more worthy than sacrifice, the blood that stains your hands also stains mine Desmond; for it was poured out in my na. Nor do I care how many won you have slept with or how many you slept with in the future, all I want and what I have always wanted is a place in your heart; not like your sister but like your wife. I don’t need reasons to love you Desmond, or reasons to forgive you; all I need. . . it is you. ′′
Silence, only silence followed from Claire’s final passionate confession; while she hoped at last she had reached Desmond’s heart. And she did, like a broken dam, the emotions that he had tried so hard to suppress, to seal in a dark corner of his soul for fear of dirtying his beloved Claire; they sprang up in one fell swoop.
With a speed that would put a Skyr Ventis to sha, Desmond took Claire into her arms, circling her waist gently as the heat transmitted between them; With one hand he moved Claire’s curly brown hair that covered her face and slowly but firmly placed a kiss on her lips.
Ti stood still for both of them, for both the over-experienced Desmond and the first-ti Claire; the softness and warmth of this mont was sothing they had never felt in their lives.
To Desmond, Claire’s lips were the softest and sweetest he had ever tasted, they were like a juicy and addictive peach that he could never get enough of.
To Claire, Desmond’s lips were as warm as sunlight in sumr, and through them, she could feel Desmond’s “hunger” for her. That drove her crazy, feeling that she was wanted to that extent by Desmond was her dream made of her reality.
Then ti continued its course, one kiss beca two and then went from units to dozens; a touch beca a caress and a caress beca a fire that could not be extinct.
They went through the basent, then the living room, and ended up in a room lying on the bed, they never stopped kissing, Desmond’s weapons and extra clothes fell along the way; while Claire’s clothes beca just his underwear.
Looking at her silky white skin now full of blush, her glassy eyes and panting lips, those plump breasts, her shapely legs, and a rear that she would tempt even a Buddha; Desmond watched God’s masterpiece in front of him, only wishing he could enjoy every corner of it. But in addition to the desire in Claire’s eyes, there was also a bit of fear and doubt, Desmond understood that for a woman; Especially for one like Claire, the first ti was special, it was sothing they valued and treasured what this ant.
′′ Let’s stop here Claire. ′′ Desmond said softly.
′′ I can do it. ′′ Claire said firmly.
′′ But I don’t want you to, let’s take things easy; for the first ti in my life, I want to know what it is like to have a normal love relationship. ′′ Desmond exclaid, using a fairly valid and half-true excuse so that Claire would not feel guilty.
′′you’re sure?′′ Claire exclaid nervously.
′′ Of course, I am, then. . . there is sothing I wanted to ask you.′′
Leaving a couple of kisses on Claire’s bare belly causing her to giggle a bit, Desmond followed up with less intense kissing and fondling session with Claire as they chatted.
′′ Hahaha, first stop tickling , you fool Desmond. Whoa, ok now yeah, what did you want to ask ? ′′
′′ Claire Lynwood, do you want to be my girlfriend? ′′ With a serious smile, Desmond asked his question.
′′. . . Of course, I am Desmond; I will be your girlfriend. ′′ At first, she seed sowhat surprised by Desmond’s question, but she wasted no ti in giving her answer in an incredibly exciting way.
And in that way, Desmond Astryd achieved the dream that many bastards died without being able to fulfill. . . Dating his sister.
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