The echo of the voice makes him pause for a moment, but the heat radiating from the woman’s body brings him back to the present.
He blinks and glances over the woman in his arms. His gaze trails from her eyes to her lips, then down to the collar of her blouse where her cleavage starts.
She lets out a breathy laugh as his gaze wanders over her. "Well, aren’t you playing the stare games today?" She presses herself even more firmly against him.
The blouse on her chest shifts against his, her breasts crushed between them as she leans in, her breath warm against his ear. "I like it though... keep looking at me like that."
He has started losing at this point now. The name she uses to call him feels completely strange to his senses.
I am not Jack! What is happening? I am Zane! Zane! What was that voice in my head? What will...?
While he is thinking, his hands don’t stay idle. They explore the softness of her body, moving from her hips to her backside, and then back to her hips again.
She lets out a low surprised moan when his hands press over her butt. "Hng... Jack." She starts rubbing herself against him, grinding her breasts against his chest and her hips against his hips.
"Clara..." The name slips out from his mouth automatically, strangely familiar on his tongue even though he doesn’t remember speaking it ever before.
But her movements make him unable to think logically in the moment. The sound of her moan echoes louder in his mind than his own thoughts.
Ugh... I want to hear it again.
The fabric of her skirt shifts under his palm, rustling as he slides his palm over her curves. His fingers deliberately move her skirt as he reaches her butt again. His palm cups her soft buttocks.
"Hng..." She moans again, more clearly. Her arms move forward to wrap around him, pulling his body tighter against her. "Ha... you are doing foreplay today, hm...?" Her breath falls against his ear.
Her soft and dry lips hover over his cheek for a moment, then she finally presses them. Her lips trail down his cheek slowly, leaving the hotness of her breath and the faint wetness of her saliva.
Zane tilts his head back, giving more of his skin for her to kiss. His hands squeeze her hot buttocks, kneading and molding them under his touch. His hips grind back against her grinding hips.
"Clara... Clara..."
The name leaves his mouth with increasing adoration. Jack wouldn’t have done this much. He would have avoided touching Clara, or would have made some excuse to sleep alone. But Zane doesn’t know it.
The words turn into moans and the touches turn into fire, as they start becoming lost in each other. His hands reach lower on her butt and squeeze her thighs once before he presses his lips against her cheek.
Her hands slide lower on his back and find the hem of his shirt. She slips her hand beneath his shirt and starts caressing his back with gentle and lingering touches.
She keeps kissing his face, and then moves to press wet, mouthy kisses over his throat while leaving adorable sounds in the wake of her touch.
Mhm... hah...🖤
Just at this point, the same voice from earlier appears in his mind.
Mission Briefing: Remember yourself before you break. The Separation is increasing between the host and the body.
Nothing would have stopped him at this point, but the content of the information makes his heart beat with a sickening dread.
Separation... Yes, how could I forget that!? The ball had lunged at me in my room. This isn’t me!
His lips suddenly snap back from Clara’s cheek, making Clara blink in shock.
The movement calms down slowly, their breathing slows down, and their hands loosen on each other’s bodies. But they still remain pressed together.
"Jack? Are you okay?" she asks as her expression becomes concerned. Her hands slip out of his shirt and rise up to cup his cheeks instead as she looks into his eyes. "Are you feeling sick today?"
The moment the atmosphere turns warmer and more gentle, Zane feels his body becoming stable again. Her hands are warm against his cheek, her eyes looking at him with a concern so genuine that he feels numb for a moment.
Zane... Okay, I am Zane. No more confusion. Calm down.
As he thinks to himself, the voice again appears.
State: Host has stabilized. His will is being reinforced.
Analyzed Tip: The body stops fighting the host when he doesn’t lose himself.
Zane doesn’t know what is happening, but the words give him some sense of relief and security that at least he hasn’t lost himself right now.
I will find out what’s happening with me... It must be related to that cursed box!
Clara doesn’t know his thoughts, but she feels the tension radiating from him. Her thumb brushes against his jaw as she leans in for a moment and presses a small peck on his lips quickly before pulling herself away.
Zane stares at her and slowly moves his hand to press against his lips.
She just lets out a soft chuckle at his reaction before she turns toward the direction of the stairs and starts walking.
"Let me guess... Hm, you are feeling weird today, or maybe you are just acting weird because you want me to make you a cup of tea, right?"
She pauses near the stairs and glances back over her shoulder with a small smirk. Then, she winks at him and starts moving downstairs while leaving her words behind.
"I will make you one today though... since you have finally done one good thing in years today, that is, to make me happy."
Zane comes out of his shock. His hand presses against his cheek where she had touched. A small, shaky murmur leaves his lips as he stares at the empty place near the stairs.
"Wife... She is really my wife, but I don’t have a wife though?