His Deep Affection For Her Novels & Stories

Everything that occurred today—every good thing in my life—was because of her. My Katy. The love and ache I would only ever have for her, consumed my body. Hovering over her, I dropped my mouth back to hers, my kiss tender and filled with the depth of my affection. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers sliding up my head in a caress so light, I shivered. Her touch conveyed so much tenderness. Her love saturated into my skin every time we were together, grounding me, bringing me focus when I needed it the most. I soaked up her essence, her soul becoming one with mine.

I wanted to tell her again, how deep my love for her is. So I planned something again. Her favourite song, by the way. It's deep and I hope she feels it. I've heard her humming the song too..

People like him did not bother to sweet talk, and neither did he have to. It was as if he was showing her all his feelings without the slightest concealment. She used to think that even if he told her he ‘loved’ her, that love was only affection. She did not expect his ‘love’ to be deep or strong, but now... "I'm not asking you to fall in love with me at once, and I'm not asking you to open your heart to me immediately. I only want your affection for me to be as much as the tenth of my love for you. I only want you to like me a little more," he muttered.

It was a conflicting emotion she could not fathom even by the reasoning of her simply being attracted to him. One thing she was sure of, though, there was something deeper about the circumstances, a connection she may have overlooked. She’d like to believe this even though she could think of countless explanations—one more absurd than the next—because she was certainly not someone whose shallow as this. Don’t get her wrong. It was just hilarious to think she had fallen for someone by merely hearing his voice. Yes, she could be allured (no doubt, the rhythm of his articulation was not only spine-tingling but also a music to the ears), but the feeling her heart had radiated leaned closely to a

Too hot for her that she could only hit him on the chest "My love for you is so deep, it touches the very depths of my soul. I can’t picture anyone else as my lover. You make every single moment of my life beautiful and I couldn’t be more grateful to have a girl like you in my life. You bring so much joy into my life. Love you, honey," he said again melting her heart completely, she was a fool to think he didn't want her after losing his child. She felt useless as a woman "Vic, I… I need you," she stuttered wrapping her arms around his neck. He knew full well what she wanted, hence took her mouth with anger. Pulled her up until her legs wrapped around his waist

Her sobs turned to trembling gasps as she held herself tighter, as if she could trap the memory inside and live a little longer with it. She missed him so much it hurt more than the flames licking closer. And then—clarity. This is love. Not lust. Not infatuation. Something deeper. Consuming. Terrifying. True. Why else would I be here? Why else would I be willing to die if I knew he was safe? “I love him…” she whispered, her voice breaking around the words. “God… I love him…” Her chest heaved. Her lungs begged for air. The heat wrapped around her like a noose, dragging her consciousness down.

" she murmured guiltily. “I think I have to do something for her. Aah, she is very sensitive, especially when it's related to me. Her love for me is at another level. I know she can do anything for me. She can go to any extent to protect me. I can see in her eyes, her actions, her tone. Every fiber of her body screams that she loves me MADLY, DEEPLY, OBSESSIVELY, POSSESSIVELY in love with me” .. ..

He liked what he saw, her wrapped in a blanket with her hair up and her face relaxed. As he watched her from across the room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming affection. Her every move was like poetry in motion, and he found himself entranced by her every gesture. The way her hair fell in delicate strands around her face, the soft curve of her lips as she read her book, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. He had never felt such a deep connection with anyone before, and as he gazed at her, he knew that he would do anything to make her happy. She was his everything, the missing piece of his heart that he had been searching for all these years.

James lowered his head and gave me a long and gentle kiss. "Yes," he answered. His eyes were filled with love. "Leah, I like you. I've always liked you. But I should've been the one to confess my feelings to you first." I could smell the faint sandalwood scent that only belonged to him. His hug was warm and soothing. "I love you, my dear wife," he said. I closed my eyes and let my tears streamed down my cheeks. "I love you too, James." He lowered his body and pinned me on the big, soft bed.

she asked, her heart threatening to burst out of her chest. She shifted on her chair, she gripped the handle of her cup but never drank it. She was feeling so many things inside of her. She could smell every bit of him. His maleness, she loved the way he was speaking to her. He loved the way his palm felt on her skin. She wanted him. It was written all over her face. The love she wanted, she knew that it was only him that could give it to her the way she wanted it. “I know what you want the most, bambino.” He said, reading her eyes. “Affetta. (Affection.) You want someone to love you as much as you want.” He added.