Immersed In His Silent Love Novels & Stories

I stammered, needing tо hеаr hіm ѕау іt аgаіn. Hе closed hіѕ eyes, thе silence оnсе аgаіn fіllіng the room. Before it bесаmе unbearably unсоmfоrtаblе, he fіnаllу ѕроkе аgаіn. “I’m іn lоvе wіth you, Iz, аnd I can’t fіght іt аnу lоngеr, іt’ѕ killing mе. I lоvе everything about уоu. You’re funny, ѕеxу, ѕmаrt аnd that fіеrу tеmреr of уоurѕ juѕt gеtѕ mе gоіng. I саn’t get уоu оut оf mу hеаd; you соnѕumе mе. You аrе in mу еvеrу wаkіng thought. I’vе nеvеr fеlt thіѕ wау about аnуоnе before.”

In the same way, through the bad of desire I felt, and a mirroring feeling that pulsed through the mate bond that we both shared, I saw his manhood was already at half-mast, and only growing in length with each passing second. “What’s got you so silent love?” He asked me in that husky tone of his, lowering his body to enclose mine. I was left entranced by him as he leaned in, closer until our noses were touching. “You’re mine now, aren’t you, angel? No one can ever think to take you away from me.” “And-“ my breath caught as I said that word, shaky in voice. “And I am yours,” I managed to choke out, feeling everything around myself fading into the background. No one else, nothing else mattere

I whisper, my voice filled with a depth of emotion that words can barely convey. She smiles, her eyes filled with the same well-expressed love. "I love you too," she replies, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest. In the hushed stillness of the night, we continue to whisper words of love and devotion, our voices a gentle backdrop to the symphony of our passion. As we reach the pinnacle of our desire, our bodies tremble together, and we cling to each other, finding solace and completion in each other's arms.

Inessa leaned closer to his face and pressed her lips over his forehead. "I have fallen in love with you more and once again, Sin. " She softly breathed out those words against his lips and her heart skipped a beat when she found that desperate restless emerging in his gaze after her words, like he was trying to answer back. She saw him to even part his lips but he again closed them but this time it didn't hurt her. His silence didn't hurt her because now she had started to understand his silence. Inessa gave him a beautiful tender smile and then pecked his sealed lips.

“Oh no… I think I forgot to tell him something. But he already said that falling in love was not an option, so I guess that’s the same thing with what I was thinking earlier? I mean, not falling in love means that feelings should and will never get involved because he deemed it so? I think it’s the same thing with a different name for it, yes. So I guess that’s settled now, I just need to do one last thing, I should really get out of here.” Annika thought to herself as she felt like people were still watching her and could hear her every single thought.

The silent challenge was electrifying, a perverse invitation. With a soft, almost reverent touch, I unzipped him. The metallic rasp was the only sound in the room, a stark counterpoint to the thunderous silence of his anger. My hand slipped inside, finding the warm, hard proof of his masculine fury. He was hard, throbbing, a testament to the potent cocktail of emotions warring within him. I knelt before him, my knees sinking into the plush carpet, my eyes never leaving his. It was a silent offering, a surrender. My fingers closed around him, stroking the velvet-hard length, and I leaned forward, opening my mouth, taking him in.

Squirming forward to give him space, there is a comfortable silence between us as he reclines behind me warm arms surround my flesh pulling me to him. "Deimos." Kissing his wrist gently I call his name, yet there is no reply that comes from him. He is drowning. Taking a deep breath in I prepare myself to say what I kept hidden all these years. The beats of our heart sync together as one and I exhale slowly. "I love you."

I really love you, Abby exclaims. Debbie felt the sincerity of that voice and it must be Abby. How she wish that is it her. ‘Look Alexis, I don’t know you and I’m so sorry. I’m in love with someone now.’ Debbie excuse herself for a moment. She cries and walks out the garden. Abby follows her and whispers again. ‘Why you’re crying? You’re not alone. I’m here for you and embrace Debbie. Come on, sweet, can we have dinner now? ‘

She sat back down hard, arms crossed, and didn't say another word. I kept my head down and stared blankly at my book, pretending to be very interested in a page I wasn't actually reading. It wasn't my fault how the groups got picked, and it definitely wasn't my fault that Freya lost her favorite partner over it, but I could still feel her glare from across the room like it was burning a hole straight through me.

But nothing came. Just silence. That cruel, heavy silence that eats at your heart until there’s nothing left but dread. I pressed my palms together and closed my eyes. I wasn’t someone who prayed often, but I did then. I begged God… begged whatever force was listening not to take him from me. Not like this. Not when I had finally realized how much I loved him. “Please,” I whispered into the empty room, my voice trembling. “Please don’t take him from me. Not now. Not when I haven’t even had the chance to love him the way I should have.”