Be Gentle Novels & Stories

“What’s wrong with that? You’re my baby...” His unreasonable behavior annoyed me. I frowned and shoved him with great force. “Austin! I may be your girlfriend, but can’t you at least read the room? Did you even think about how I would feel? “You’re always like this. You never respect me.” We ended up in a big argument. Austin looked embarrassed as he clenched his fists on both sides. “Marina, I’ve gone out of my way to be nice to you! “If it bothers you that much, let’s break up.”

I smiled again. He had been tender. That was the word for it, which surprised me when it arrived because tender was not the word I would have predicted going in. He had been careful with me. Not cautious in the way that felt managing or overly considerate in the way that felt like a performance. Just actually careful, the way someone was careful with something they could see mattered. And familiar.

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DANI I trembled from excitement and nervousness as he leaned in and cupped the back of my head. For a mafia who lived in violence, he was so gentle that I was going to crack if he was a little more aggressive. “I’m not gonna break.” He silenced me with a finger on my lips. “You’re tough and strong. Don’t ever think that you’re gonna break because I’m trying to be gentle. I wanna treat you right. I don’t wanna scare you since we’re still trying to get to know each other.”

But then I felt it, the subtle shift in how he was touching me, the way his hands gentled slightly, the way he was trying to make the kiss tender instead of demanding That was when I realized he was trying to be careful with me, trying to touch me like I was something fragile that might break if handled too roughly. He was feeling guilty, I understood suddenly, guilty for how he'd treated me before, guilty for what I'd become, and now he was trying to make up for it by being gentle, by treating me with kid gloves, by showing me some kind of tenderness he thought I needed. But I didn't want his pity, didn't want his guilt-driven gentleness, didn't want to be handled carefully like I was damag

He was being so careful, so gentle with me and our baby. His hand slid up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing against my lips as he kissed me deeply. His movements became even slower, more deliberate as he made love to me. He was hitting my g-spot with every thrust, making me whimper and moan into his mouth. “Fuck…yes…um…” I groaned. His other hand slid down to rub my clit in slow circles, applying just the right amount of pressure. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me feel good without being too rough or aggressive. He was being completely gentle, his cock sliding in and out of me like silk.

Like I can’t have his flesh ripped into shreds within seconds. I fear that Reid plans to rip Lex’s arm clean out of its socket with the way he clutches and tugs. “Let her go,” I repeat, gritting my teeth. He smirks, doesn’t move. “She’s not yours anymore. If she ever was.” “LET. HER. GO.” Reid leans closer, “We’re not enemies anymore. Remember? Our fathers saw to that. You really want to break a peace treaty over one girl?” “She’s not one girl.”

Burk says as Nole begins to head back our way with a grin on his face. I keep my face neutral. I don't know my mate well enough to comment just yet, but I think she is feisty. Feisty, but in a silent and stubborn kind of way. She doesn't need to raise her voice or get emotional to be heard or respected. Her fire burns within, like my own.

“I’ll be gentle.” And yes, he did what he said. He’s so gentle. At first, I like it very much. I felt how he cares for me. I realized that behind his aggressive behavior and rudeness, a gentle man was hiding, and he showed it to me. He showed me his gentleness. I couldn’t believe it. “Oh fck!” Nik kneeled between my legs, and looked up at the ceiling. Beads of sweats were rolling down his neck and chest. My trembling lips parted when I felt myself nearing. He was slow and gentle, and yet it’s pleasing me so much. It brings me so much pleasure. It brings me torturous sensations.

He had no doubt that if he woke her up at this time, this bad girl would have to look at him with a grimace, no wonder he was more gentle with her than David. Thinking of this, the man's stern face couldn't help but reveal a pampered expression. He used to dislike the word gentle. Perhaps it was because of the inner conceit, which, in his opinion, was just a kind of flattering show. But now, looking at her soft sleeping face, he really wanted to try being like David, trying to soften his violent heart. Even if you can't do what David does, try not to scare her. This way she wouldn't think about leaving him again.