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Instead of reacting with any hesitation, he pulled her back into his arms and pressed soft kisses along her forehead, cheeks, and nose. “It’s okay. It’s really not a big deal,” he murmured reassuringly while his hands moved to gently rub circles on her stomach while easing her cramps. He did not want a few drops of blood to make her feel that. These cloythes were disposable but her feelings were not. Seeing her in so much discomfort, he was concerned about her. All he wanted was to make her feel better. She closed her eyes while letting herself relax against him as his warmth and comforting touch that eased the pain. He continued to shower her with affectionate kisses with his voice soothing

CHOKE He pulls me into the comfort of his warm embrace and shut the door behind me. We remain like that and my worries start to fade. My muscles relax; reminding me of how sore they were, from surfing. “Coffee, tea, chocolate or warm milk?” his voice reverberates through my entire body. I snuggle into him deeper. “Do you have to go get it yourself?” I murmur. “Yes.” “Then don't. I want to stay like this for as long as possible.”

She folded the towel carefully. Ember let her dress fall back down. The hot compresses helped to soothe the nerves and discomfort she sometimes got when she thought about the security of her future, of her child’s future. She exhaled slowly, letting the warmth seep into her skin, warding off the chill in the night air.

- I stretched out on her bed, inhaling her scent and marveling at the softness of her mattress - It's so good here, much better than there. "It won't feel so good when I tease you every single day until you're crying out that I'm fucking you hard and fangs around your neck." It's the first time you've managed to completely take away all my peace and patience. I will no longer be more friendly and understanding with you. - He groans throwing himself on the bed annoyed. I closed my eyes, feeling an extraordinarily satisfying comfort. It wasn't literally physical (because really, that bed was wonderful), it was a relaxation that hit me at every point in my body.

Tick. Tick. Tick. She swallowed hard. Her throat felt tight. “You’re quiet today,” Nuel finally said. “I’m… tired.” “Of what?” She flinched. “Nothing. Just… the long day.” Nuel’s gaze sharpened. “A wife should never be tired from shopping.” Her fork trembled in her hand. “Especially,” he added, “when she has everything she could ever want.” Olivia forced a small nod. But she saw the question in his eyes.

When Comfort heard my voice, she stopped all her movements. She looked up at me, stunned for a few seconds, and shouted, "Reed?! What the f*ck are you doing? You don't sleep and it's midnight, and pretend to be a ghost here. Is there something wrong with your brain?" I looked at her calmly. "There is not any problem with my brain. There is with your brain though. You did something wrong, so you're afraid that ghosts will come to knock at the door at night." "What are you talking about!"

His tie and his shirt quickly fell to the floor, and I had him in my arms again. I was so pleased that he was spoiling me. Ace probably knew that this was the way that I wanted and needed him to comfort me. I couldn’t wait for him to continue comforting me all night long until I forgot everything even if it was just for tonight. I sighed with pure bliss as I ran my hands along his muscular back. The sensation of his muscles flexing and relaxing against the palm of my hands felt wonderful. His skin was warm, and he felt so alive. I hugged him closer and pressed my breasts up against him. When I pressed my cheek against his chest, Ace’s large hand stroked my hair comfortingly. I closed my eyes

Drawing in every last cadence of that purr that rolls over me, sinks into my blood, uncoiling that tension that grips my flesh. My shoulders slump, my knees go weak, and I would have fallen, except his arm is around my waist, propping me up. The water is no longer cold. It seems to hit my fevered skin and to absorb some of the heat before it flows away. The throbbing in my forehead dulls. All through it, he keeps purring— a low, deep, comforting sound that coils around me, soothing away more of my aches, trembling down my spine, down the backs of my thighs.

he muttered and kissed my temple that partially washes my worries away. "I'm sorry," I squeak and hold my tears. He put his arms around me. I inhale his scent that immediately relaxes me, and I let myself cry as he gently patted me on my back and caressed my hair. That simple gesture of him makes me feel comforted. Nobody has ever comforted me as he does. Nobody has ever cared for me as he does. Nobody has ever loved me as he does. I feel his love every time from those small gestures that he's making, but for me, it was a huge one that makes my heart instantly melts, like a sundae under the noon sun.

His palm pressed with gentle pressure. His hand slowly moved lower, pressing against my lower abdomen, applying the perfect amount of pressure. A breath escaped me as a small wave of relief washed over my body. His thumb slowly started rubbing gentle circles against my skin. And just before I slipped into unconsciousness, I felt his arm gently wrap around my waist, his warmth making me feel comforted. For the first time in days, I didn’t fight it. I let myself sink into the comfort that he was providing me.