Gentle Touch Smile Novels & Stories

He gently strokes my face, starting with my forehead, down my temple, along my cheekbone, over my lips down to my chin again. I hold my breath. The touch is gentle and strangely erotic. His eyes follow the motion of his fingers and his tongue comes out to wet his lips when he touches mine and an involuntary whimper leaves my lips. His lips quirk up as he leans in and gently brush his lips against mine. Only a light touch, that is all he gives me and when he leans out once again I give a small whine in protest. A low vibrating chuckle rumbles his chest, obviously pleased with my reaction to him.

Alex reassures me with a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement. As I watch Alex, I can't help but notice how incredibly handsome he looks when he smiles. It's a rare sight, but when it graces his lips, it transforms his face, lighting up his features in a way that is both captivating and endearing. In that moment, I find myself wishing he would do it more often, allowing me to bask in the radiance of his smile. With a sheepish grin, I thank him once more, feeling a surge of appreciation for his unexpected kindness.

It can give you comfort without knowing you are slowly losing your breath to die. Beta Jacob whistles while staring at me. “Do you need help?” he arrogantly asked. I sharply stare at his face, wanting to erase every possible reason for him to smirk like that. “What? I know I am hot, Elle Rose but you can’t stare at me like that.” “Like what?” I replied, cheering myself as I successfully grabbed the dagger and brought it to my hands. He leaned over the doorway. Beta Jacob is muscular and lean. He and his alpha are both muscular and lean, actually. “Like you are hungry for my touch, Elle Rose. You are looking at me as if you wanted to spread your legs for me.”

The bond seems to vibrate at this simple innocent touch. He smiles as he watches my lips part suddenly feeling my lips dry I stick out my tongue and sweep it over my lips slowly. He watches the action flows the trail my lips take. At this very moment, I wanna know what is going through his mind but it's impossible to tell. The feather-like touch continues for someone who has big hands he sure knows how to be gentle. He watches his finger in wonder and amazement. He is quiet as he does this but his eyes are sharp as he watches everything drinking it in.

He exclaimed, and everyone laughed, much to his annoyance. I turned my whole body to his side. His head was already facing my direction. "Ah, probably because of your creased forehead." I raised my palm to his forehead and brushed it softly, and I was surprised by the static that traveled from my palm when touching him, but it felt good. "There, better!" And then I placed my hands on his cheek and tugged the corner of his lips upward with my thumbs, forcing him to smile. "And this should be upward. Smile!"

He speaks softly and calmly to me, I don't think my poker face is very good so I nod my head. "You'll be alright, see you in a little bit" he promises as he reaches his hand through the space and ticks some loose hair behind my ear. It's a soothing, comforting touch; one that I always find myself craving, especially in times like these. I turn my head slightly and place a sort of clumsy kiss onto his hand, and he softly grins as he retracts his hand back and the screen slides up.

The gravitational pull that he has on me is undeniable. The world vanishes, gets reduced into this tiny space between us, right down to the movement of our lips and the warmth of our breaths. I can smell him, the sweet scent of something I can't quite put my finger on. I graze the back of his neck with my palm, my fingers digging into his hair, and he reaches out to cup my face, his thumb resting on my cheekbones. His touch is light, as gentle as the wind and as soft as the traces of water teasing the soil.

"Why just smile, honey? Are you imagining how to be. . . ow " Irawan then stroked his arm which was pinched by Saskia. He smiled then kissed the face of Saskia who looked at him without paying attention to the gazes of all the guests. Why are you always teasing me? I'm ashamed to hear your request. Just imagine me not yet, let alone ... "

Small contact, fleeting touches, but it sent little jolts of warmth straight through me. Finally, our smiles lingered longer than usual, and I reached out, covering her hand with mine. My thumb brushed across the back of her hand in slow, gentle circles, and I could see her eyes soften as she looked down at us. It was quiet, intimate, but not in a way that needed words—it said everything without saying anything at all.

The curve of her lips, slightly upturned, reveals a hint of a smile, an indication of the happiness that resides within her even in her dreams. With the gentlest touch, I graze my knuckles along her smooth skin, savoring the warmth and softness that lies beneath. A slight tickle elicits a barely perceptible smile, a small reflection of the joy she brings to my life. It's moments like these that make me realize how truly lucky I am to have her by my side.