Gentle And Lowly Audiobook Novels & Stories

Gently, I lowered her chest onto the plush surface, positioning her to grip the armrest for support. Kneeling behind her, I let my hands roam over her curves before gently spreading her leg. With my head in between her legs, I tilted upward, my lips and tongue savoring her pussy down to her butthole. Her moans filled the room, each one a melody that drove me deeper into the moment, with her voice echoing like music meant only for me.

The cries grew softer. Then softer. Fair. Then disappeared entirely. Reasonable honestly. The baby simply listened. God. Listening to her sister. Fair. The room physically stopped. Reasonable. Because surely that couldn't be happening. God. Yet it was. Fair. The baby blinked sleepily. Reasonable. Then gradually relaxed. God. Tiny fingers unclenching. Tiny breathing slowing. Fair. And within minutes— asleep. Reasonable honestly. Completely asleep. God. Silence filled the nursery.

A low, satisfied rumble vibrated in his chest. "Our absolution is complete, my innocent Sister," he whispered, his voice thick with triumph. "And now… so begins our true devotion.” —

he said, his voice low and earnest, almost unrecognizable compared to his usual tone. The words hung in the air, sending an unexpected flutter through me. It was so far from the cold, commanding Alpha King I’d grown accustomed to. And yet, his gentleness unsettled me in a way I couldn’t quite articulate. Finally, I found my voice, though it felt fragile and thin. “Why?”

"Of course, only beautiful, elegant people like you deserve to dine at such a prestigious place with me." Levi used to tell me that he was terrible at romantic gestures and words, but he seemed to be doing fine with Claudia. He then cast a look at me on the ground, where I was still struggling with the pain, and resumed his cold and haughty attitude. "Everything Audie brought back from the hospital is made from silk, so they must all be hand-washed. And we don't have the time or energy to watch your performance on the floor. "When we get back, make sure you have cleaned out the room for Audie and her baby!"

He hunched forward, his hands barely grasping the edge of the mattress, his head hung low. I knelt before him, the gentleness with which my fingers moved to his buttons a miracle in and of itself. "Let me get you comfortable," I said, low and soft, beginning to work the buttons loose. The fabric sagged under my hands, falling away to reveal his muscular chest: warm skin, firm in its health even now.

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In the end, Calla only managed to have some mashed potato and a single egg; everything else was consumed by him. Strangely enough, Calla wasn't upset at all. She never expected him to be by her side at her lowest, especially after the altercation he had with Pierre because of her. As she glanced up, she inadvertently met Mercer's gaze. She noticed his eyes were unusually gentle today. It was a tenderness that touched the softest part of Calla's heart. Seeing Calla looking at him, Mercer furrowed his brow slightly. Unlike her usual self which was fierce and spirited like a leopard, Calla appeared as vulnerable and gentle as a kitten at this moment.