Gentle And Lowly Audiobook の小説・ストーリー

Nyx eased Lowena's hot body to the cool forest ground, watching Lowena's heart overtake her. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Lowena closed her eyes, turning away. There was a cold shiver tracing its fingers along Lowena's scorching flesh, all the way down to her soaked entrance. It was as if gentle, invisible air was tenderly opening Lowena like a flower for Nyx. The spots where pressure would apply so delicately, making Lowena whimper and moan uncontrollably. As if an invisible tongue was swirling around on both the outside and inside of her swollen pussy.

The cold feeling blew her world into ice and snow. John, John, John! It was as if even heaven had heard the call in her heart. When she was the most upset, his steady footsteps gradually came again... She clenched her fists tightly and pretended to fall asleep while tugging at the sheets until his slightly cold fingertips touched her face tentatively. At first, he only gently touched her face, then her ears, nose, and then... Different from the domineering brute force in the past, he was unbelievably gentle this time.

Everyone present in the royal library, whipped their heads to Fredurd's direction and stared at his, now discomfited face in sheer uncanniness. "I do not recommend you to count your blessings yet, Your Highness." My instructor, Earl Edgar von Vilavelt spoke smoothly, the baritone of his voice reverberated through my bones as it's low rumble sounded so comforting as it wrapped around me softly and carried me off to a world where sound was the power that could change everything wrong in the world. Yes, it was that alluring, but all the same, underneath all that allure, it had the kind of underlying threat that could almost be dismissed but was still conspicuous enough to send a sharp shiver do

He adjusted his glasses nervously, whispering low so only Ria could hear. “Have you noticed? The King… he doesn’t act this way. Not even in the heat of battle.” Ria nodded faintly. Her eyes flickered to the small crack of the door where Aldus’s silhouette was visible, seated by Luna’s bed. His broad shoulders—normally squared with authority—were slightly hunched, as though the weight of the world had finally pressed down on him. Inside, Aldus’s low voice carried, a tone neither of them had ever heard before. It was gentle, almost pleading, as he urged Livia to fight, to hold on. Then came the faint sound of Luna’s broken sobs.

But after the past few hours with him, learning his careful and precise nature a bit more, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised at all. But then, considering the version of Auden I met at Midwinter so many years ago – impetuous, raw, daring - But I blush and dismiss the memory, turning my attention back towards my son, who I can see is quite desperate now with fear and anxiety, his little lip trembling. And, my heart breaking, I move on impulse. “Perhaps,” I say, leaning forward and glancing towards Mahl. “I could try?”

"He's from the hellfire club, remember? The poor cat they claimed was the devil." Gillian walked over to a chair and collapsed into it. "I thought I had dreamed that part of last night." She tucked her head and winced. "Clearly I did not." "You'll get used to him. Archimedes is simply delightful." "Archimedes? Lord" Gillian picked up a few cloths for washing and brought them over to Audrey. "I'll have some breakfast brought up for you." "Thank you, Gillian." Audrey met the gaze of her friend for a long moment, hoping the other woman would hear the deeper message beneath her words. She didn't deserve a loyal, kind, and brave friend like her.

“I’m going to be gentle. Very gentle.” My voice was low, careful, like I was trying not to break something already fragile. She didn’t look at me, her eyes were distant, glassy, focused somewhere past me, like she wasn’t even in the room anymore. “I promise,” I breathed again, “you won’t even know I’m inside you.” I eased her thighs apart, slow and deliberate, like I was touching something sacred. And then, I slipped a finger in. Just one. Testing. Watching. Feeling.

Anna reached out and tapped the audio wave icon on the data slate. The speaker crackled violently with background static, followed by the harsh rhythmic sound of rain beating against a metal roof. Then came a voice. Gone was the arrogant polished tone of the Southern Alpha who had spent years lounging in marble halls. In its place was a ragged breathless desperation, the sound of a hunted animal backing into a corner.

“I’m-I’m Ashley. It's nice to finally meet you.” “Likewise. I'm David.” Oh, my God. His voice was so deep and baritone. That's exactly the type of voice you'd love to read your eighteen-rated audiobooks for you while you fingered yourself in the bathtub and imagined he was right there with you, saying all those things to you directly. I swear I just dripped on my panties from just hearing him speak. The side of his scarred lips curled up in a knowing smirk, just a bit.