Deep In Love Poems For Him Novels & Stories

He pleads, caressing my skull. "I love you. I love you so much." I confess, and that comes direct from the heart. Whatever that was dissuading me from loving him before, I don't care anymore. I love him, and that's all that matters. That's all there is. "I love you more, baby. You have no idea just how much." He responds. "That's, quite deep." I murmur. "That's my name, baby. You don't expect anything less. Everything is deep with Deep."

pured love. "My love for you runs deep like the bottomless of the sea. A wind that I can felt, but can never been touched, and a waves that so strong yet almost drown me." He said, and I gasped. "It was the beautiful secret I have for you for that past years." He leaned on me and look at me intently. "Now, you know my mystery."

"My fierce Queen... you drive me absolutely insane." I stared back at him, my chest aching with a love so deep it felt heavy. "I love you," I whispered into the quiet space between us. I brushed a heavy strand of dark hair from his forehead, my thumb gently tracing his strong jaw. "I love you... I love you." I repeated it like a sacred prayer, simply because of the way his breath hitched every single time. Even now, with my naked body pressed against his, a hint of beautiful, vulnerable disbelief still crossed his fierce eyes whenever those words left my lips, as if he still could not fathom that I had chosen him.

He says. I lean in to kiss him, a silent expression of gratitude for his unwavering love for me. "Thank you," I whisper against his lips. He deepens the kiss, groping me harder as our lips perform a slow, sensual dance, a testament to his love for me. Breaking the kiss, I pull away to lay my head back on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

He teases, eyes flashing with that heat that promises more later…obviously not referring to the pancakes. I smile, walk over, and kiss him…slow, deep, tasting coffee and chocolate and forever. “I love you,” I whisper against his lips. He grins, that same cocky, heart-stopping grin from the day I walked into his study and he decided to keep me and make me his. “Love you more, baby.” And I know he does. Every day, every night, every heartbeat, he makes sure I see and feel how deeply he loves me. Loves our family.

“Let’s just make love with each other.” He pushed in slowly, never rushing and taking his time, letting her feel every bit of pleasure as he slowly stretched her, as he slowly filled her. Dalian had always thought love was like a well, that it had its depth, and one day you’ll reach that depth. He couldn't have been more wrong.

He tried his best to be good to me and be with me. From dating to proposing and then getting married, he said he wanted to work hard to catch up to me, to stand side by side with me one day. When he said those words, he was suffering from gastritis due to socializing and ended up in the hospital. He lay in the hospital bed, his face pale, holding my hand with the utmost solemnity. I felt the warmth of his hand, and my heart was pounding loudly. Maybe from that moment on, I began to like him.

I could feel the slow, steady rhythm in his heart. I could hear it sputter to the sound of my name. "Can you feel the love that I have for you there? You have given me everything I wanted in this life and more. How could I not love you?" He whispered. A tear slipped down my cheek as he pulled me closer to him.

No thank you, if my absence is not noticed I will happily stay here in peace. As we step out of the shower he wraps me in a large towel working his hands expertly over my body before drying himself. A gentle sweet kiss is placed on my lips after he dresses himself. “Enjoy your party” I tell him with a cheeky glint and he just rolls his eyes claiming my lips once more. “Never without you my love, it is only an act with anyone else, my heart belongs to you and you only” I smile and kiss him to avoid using my own words. I never want to lie to him but I can also never echo his sentiments for truly my heart does belong to another.

“Insanity is the state of being seriously mentally ill. I’m in love. Granted, in some ways, love is madness.” He pressed his body against mine and her heart hummed. “Love is the feeling of a deep romantic attachment. Sexual. Intense. Suffocating. So deep. You can’t sleep without them. Your heart is flames. Roaring ones.” He inhaled. “Your nights are dreams dancing in obsessions.” “I see you’ve taken up poetry?” she shoved him away and stepped to the side. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him. “If I’m insane, then it’s insanely in love.”