Gentle Touch Smile Novels & Stories

A performance. But for what? For a long moment, neither of us spoke. Then, as if sensing my growing awareness, he smiled. Slowly. It wasn’t a grin. It wasn’t cocky or arrogant. It was gentle. Reassuring. Lethal. “Don’t look so frightened, love,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face, his touch featherlight. “It’s me.” My stomach twisted. “I…” My voice came out hoarse, weak. I swallowed thickly, willing my limbs to regain feeling. “I don’t—”

"The universe doesn't hate me enough to voluntarily put me in harm's way." Arc's gaze lingered, and then, astonishingly, his lips curved into a smile. It was a radiant, genuine smile that Chelsea had never seen before. It was particularly breathtaking. The gesture was emotionally stunning, tugging at Chelsea's heartstrings like an unseen force. It was a rare, unguarded moment, and Chelsea's heart skipped a beat.

“And to be loved without restraint.” I let out a quiet breath. “Wow. That was—” “Too much?” she cuts in, suddenly unsure. I shake my head, slow and certain. “No. Never.” A small smile curves my mouth. “I was thinking… refreshing.” Her expression softens. She reaches for me, brushing the back of her hand along my jaw, a touch so gentle and soothing. “Thank you.” I catch her hand before she can pull away and press a kiss to her palm. “You’re welcome.”

She smiled gently. (Translation: That's why even difficult things seem less difficult to me.) For a long moment neither of them spoke. Ryker simply lifted his hand. Resting it lightly over her head. His fingers gently smoothed a few loose strands of hair away from her face. A gesture so instinctive... He didn't even realize he'd done it. She closed her eyes for a brief second beneath the gentle touch. Looking... Completely content. "Aap mujhse kuchh bhi puch sakti hain, main aap par kabhi bhi gussa nahi karunga." He said gently, so softly that it was assuring.

I trail off, letting my smile speak for itself as I meet his gaze. There’s a playful glint in his eyes as he chuckles, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “And the next, I’m wild?” he finishes for me, his fingers drifting to trace the curve of my shoulder. His touch sends a shiver through me, and I laugh, nodding. “Exactly. I like both.” He smiles, pulling me closer. “You know you bring the gentle side of me which I didn’t even know I had it in me.”

Then she reached up. Her hand went to the collar of his jacket. Not grabbing it, not fixing something that was broken. The small gesture of a person who touched another person's clothing because they were close enough to and it did not occur to them not to. She adjusted the collar. Half a second. Her hand came back down. And Liam smiled.

As my fingertips explored every inch of his muscular form, I couldn't help but wonder how he could possibly fit inside me. I glance up at him and notice a smirk on his face. "What's so funny?" I ask. "Just taking in the scenery," he replies with a grin. I can't help but smirk back. Cortland's hands glide over my chest as I hold onto him tightly. A low sigh escapes his lips as I begin to work my magic. With a soft touch, he caresses my breasts while his other hand ventures downwards, gently grazing my most intimate area. The sensation is almost overwhelming after experiencing such intense pleasure, but his tender touch is pure ecstasy.

Before I knew it, I had stopped crying. Brian's fingers have a thick layer of calluses, and when he glides over my cheek, he always tries to use the gentlest force. “Smile for me to see.”

“Nothing complicated… just… don’t pull away.” Demon smiles—that smile that never promises calm—and John holds it without retreating. The first time their lips near, they don’t quite touch; there’s a breath, a hesitation, as if neither wants to admit how much he wants it. I step in, my fingers at their napes, nudging just slightly, disguising the gesture as though I’m adjusting their posture. This time, they do touch.

Suddenly all smiles and Mr Pleasant. I flinch as an unexpected hand catches mine, raising it towards his face as he places a feather light kiss on the back of my fingers. An old-fashioned gesture as his warm skin hits mine, his lips smooth like my own. I blink in confusion, at both the gesture and the fact he isn’t cold like the hybrids putrid touch was, and I’m too shocked to actually react. I didn’t expect any sort of affectionate contact, especially not in this scenario. I’m startled enough to be mute and unmoving.