Be Gentle Novels & Stories

His voice was so gentle , that even if he did intend to scold it sounded as if he was doing it out of love. All my life I have been around aggressive men , due to being the princess the men that surrounded me were aggressive and tough – their voices were made of steel and anyone would cry if they heard them scold or shout. Never have I ever , heard a man’s voice so gentle , so calm and so angelic before. I feel my legs being controlled by my urge to see the face behind the voice , and I stride to the opening of the stable to find a man gently petting the snout of a caramel horse with white spots. I do not see his face due to his back being turned against me , but I do know that this man will

In a voice laced with honesty, she responds, "No... honestly, your touch is very different from what I have experienced in the past. It is nothing like that—yours remains soft and delicate, while his touch was aggressive and abusive." Terry nods, his understanding evident in his eyes. He recognizes the significance of Nora's words, realizing that what she seeks is a gentle touch that nurtures and heals. He appreciates the importance of treating her with utmost care and tenderness, allowing her to set the pace and boundaries of their intimacy. In that moment, a silent agreement passes between them. Terry vows to honor Nora's needs, to be a source of comfort and compassion, and to create a saf

Not fear. Something gentler than either. And gentleness, she had learned, was far more dangerous than desire. Because desire you could resist. Fear you could fight. But gentleness had a way of slipping past defenses without permission. She looked down at her notes, pretending indifference, yet found she could still hear him—every word landing with careful precision, never wasted, never rushed. A man comfortable with silence was a man who did not need control to feel powerful. That alone made him different from anyone in her past.

He responded better to gentleness than aggression! Gale gently stroked the hair hanging over her ears. "Before, when I gritted my teeth and said I hated you, you never seemed to believe me. I always felt that the words I said when I was angry were not credible. Now that I have calmed down, I still want to tell you that I hate you." Shawn swallowed. "Gale, you know how to manipulate me too well." She said 'I hate you' so gently that he could not get angry.

he said gently. I did as he said, blushing a little as his fingers began to work the shampoo through my hair. His touch was so gentle, almost careful, like he didn’t want to hurt me or make me uncomfortable. I closed my eyes and let him take care of me. His fingers massaged my scalp slowly, and I couldn’t help but sigh again, this time from the tenderness of it all.

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“Gentle is a bastard half the time. But he’ll be fine anyway.” “Exactly,” Bobby chimed in. “It’s your day. We’re introducing you as a Belfort. We’ve done the work. You’re official and the DNA proved it. What else does he want?” I didn’t answer, because before I could, the door opened again and Gentle walked in. He had on a charcoal suit which was clean, minimal and sharp. His hair was brushed back neatly, but his face carried that same unreadable expression he always wore around me. Not hate. Not warmth either. Just…something that could define or wrap my head around it exactly.

“Make love to me.” He hesitated for a moment, “Is that safe? The baby . . .” She nodded, reaching over his neck, “It’s safe. Just be gentle.” She pulled him over her and he started by slowly kissing her. The way he made love to her was excruciatingly slow and gentle, as if he was afraid she and the baby would get hurt.

I said to him after studying him longer than expected then I brushed past him, but before I could make it perfectly out of his sight he grabbed me in a gentle, easy manner, his cold hands holding my wrist. I have never felt this kind of gentle connection from Asher. He has always been rough and hard-edged for as long as I know him, but now, he seems almost fragile. This gentle side of him scares me, and the look in his eyes calls for alarm. He gently pressed me against the wall, his hand still wrapped around my wrist. His touch was surprisingly soft, almost hesitant, as he guided me backward, step by slow step. It was unlike the rough, forceful way he usually treated me.

"Soft. Gentle. Slow." A smile tugged at the corners of Adam's lips as he nodded, his eyes softening. "As you wish." He moved with a deliberate tenderness, his hands caressing my skin with a feather-light touch. Every movement was unhurried, filled with a gentleness that made my breath hitch. He was honoring my request, making sure every moment was exactly what I had asked for.