Lover With A Slow Hand Novels & Stories

*GRABS* *THUD* BA-THUMB BA-THUMB BA-THUMB As if just like in the Kdrama I've watched before on the show from the televesion.The world stops for a moment and I only could hear the loud beating sound of my own heart as my body was about to hit the ground when Rain's pair of arms catches me in a second before I could hurt myself and met the hard cold floor.I could smell his sweet cologne and I could also feel his heart beating and his breath was near to my left ear which causes a blood rushes down to my cheeks and the last thing I wish I wouldn't discover was yet to be known right away and I could feel my face going to boil anytime soon.

I would never look back, nor would I stop to reclaim the love that never belonged to me in the first place. Right now, Elaine was kneeling on the floor while shrieking hysterically, "Haha! So what if you found her, William? She's already someone else's wife! There's no way she'll return to you!" William's expression darkened instantly, but he never said a word. Then, Elaine turned to glare at me—she was unwilling to accept defeat. She soon spat out a mouthful of blood. "You must be making fun of me now, right? After all, I also thought that William was in love with me! Who'd have thought that he loved you instead? I thought I won, but you emerged as the winner in the end. I really am patheti

He said, with one hand on her stomach. With one hand at the back of her head, Allen slowly put his lips on Samantha's. Savoring every taste of her. He couldn't get enough of her, and that is the best part of his life. He pulled a little.. "I love you, my Sammy baby Doll. Always, now and forever. Samantha smiled. "I love you too, my huge man Allen. You complete my world. Always, now and forever"

After some time she realized she was hugging me, she pulled herself awkwardly. "Oh! I am so sorry sir, I messed up your shirt." She tried to straighten the crease with her hands rubbing on my chest. Her hands on me felt warm and tingly... I instantly grabbed her wrists. "It's ok..." I let go of her hands, feeling weird. I had never been with any girl after Jenny, so this closeness was making funny things in my stomach. Richard came forward and rubbed her arms consoling her " Are you ok now" he asked gently. Her Highness nodded like a child. I rolled my eyes at her clumsiness.

Maren took a long drag of her cigarette and blew the smoke directly into my face. "Apologize," she said. "Tell me you're sorry, and I'll pretend none of this happened." The faint fruit-flavored smoke curled around me. I used to love that smell, but now it made my stomach turn. She had smoked the same cheap brand for ten years. I only found out a few days ago that their tagline was "One Love for a Lifetime". Maren Hale's one love for a lifetime was Roman Callister. My eyes burned and I blinked hard, holding her gaze. "Maren, I told you ten years ago that I would wait for you until I turned 35. You never said yes. So I'll find someone who will."

“Together.” Their hands clasped, a vow to confront Lorenzo’s betrayal, their bond a fire in the dark. The city’s shadows waited, the rival’s source a battlefield, Lorenzo’s codes a poison. Their love, their entwined hands, was a beacon, their strength a pulse that defied the danger. But the global ties, Lorenzo’s involvement, raised the stakes, a storm threatening to break their fire.

said William as he handed her a box. "Sure thing Will. And thanks so much." "No problem. You two better get going. It's getting late." And with that, they both left. They lived quite close to each other so they walked home together. The New York breeze was sharp and refreshing, the city was lit up and a beautiful full moon was shining above. As they walked, the chatted gleefully. Life seemed perfect. "It is here we must part ways dear sister," said Layla, trying to act all formal like the Victorians.

His hands splay across my hips, drifting up, tracing every line of me as if committing me to memory. Our movements stay slow as we make love, too slow to be frantic, too reverent to be casual. His lips explore my jaw, my throat, then my chest with kisses that feel like promises. My fingers slide under his shirt, exploring the new strength already returning to him and I listen and feel as he drives in and out of me and as has been habit of late due to my big belly, I am riding him with his hands guiding me and keeping rhythm. At some point, the world narrows to breaths, sighs, heartbeats.

I matched her gentleness, my hand moving slowly along her side, feeling her warmth and the life growing within her. The room was silent except for the sound of our breaths, mingling together in the stillness. Each caress was a declaration of love and a promise of healing. Selena's hands began to explore, moving up my chest and around my neck, pulling me closer. Our kisses grew more urgent, our bodies responding to the familiar rhythm that had once brought us so much joy.

Adam slipped his fingers inside her hand, unfurling her loose fist and drawing little circles in the palm of her hand. "Good girl." ** End **