Mothers Warmth 2 Novels & Stories

He forced her legs to wrap around his waist, positioning her at the very edge of the mahogany desk. "Xavier... don't... this is wrong, I'm your mother now..." Elara whimpered, her head falling back, exposing her slender neck and the black choker that now felt like a noose. "Your mistake was coming back within my reach," Xavier countered. His long fingers began to navigate the most sensitive points of Elara’s body. He knew exactly where to press. He knew precisely how to make her tremble with a single touch. As his fingers found the center of her desire, already damp with heat, a stifled cry escaped her lips.

she consoled me and placed a kiss on my head, and I wrapped my arms around her. She’s just so innocent and gentle. Why did she have to have that kind of evil sister? Are they even related, or was she adopted? I wondered as I found it hard to believe that they are from the same parents. After a while of gathering my thoughts and Mary's consolation, we both headed to Mom's ward, and I met her already awake. I rushed to hug her. “I think I might actually die at this rate; you have to release me,” Mom said jokingly as I hugged her tightly.

first time panicking over someone's health. Her thumb gently glided over her mother's clear skin. "Mum.... mum.... this is the first time I have a mother.... I didn't expect this feeling to be so... soo good. So mom, don't get sick. It breaks my heart to see you like this. We can earn a ton of money it later but if you leave me what will I do? How can I be without your warmth?" she whispered, wiping her tears roughly.

"Stand still. I’m not in the mood for a struggle." I stood paralyzed as he undressed me completely. He didn't look at me with the frantic, clumsy lust I had grown used to from Thaddeus. Instead, he handled me with a firm, terrifying reverence. When I was bare, he lifted me and lowered me into the scalding water. The heat was a shock, but his hands were the true focus. He took a sponge and began to scrub my skin, his calloused palms moving over my soft curves with a possessive intensity.

He banished us both to the basement. That night, Emma, burning with a fever, curled up in my arms. She sobbed, "Mom, am I bad? Did I make Dad mad?" I touched her scalding forehead, frantic. I banged on the locked basement door and begged George to get a doctor. Through the door's crack, I saw his cold, unyielding face. "What's with the act? It's just a fever. She will get over it." His words, more scary than the damp, suffocating basement, left me breathless.

He could only watch as the flames rolled off his mother’s bare arms. Amy continued to move flames out of her way. Her eyes tried to search for what used to be the armored truck’s rear exit. The 2,000-degree fire obeyed Amy. The flames glided out of her way, bowing down at her feet like manservants bowing to a queen. Amy entertained her son by playing with the fire and mocking it. She let the flames roll between her slender fingers. She even rubbed the smoldering flames across her slender neck and chest, treating it like skin lotion.

He said you'll come back when you recover your memories, but you no longer want me even though you remember me! He continued, "Granny told me that Mommy had a hard time when you were having me. I was being too naughty back then, I even made you angry countless times." I looked down at Julian and said, "Never wait until you lose something to realize its value, Juli." He tearfully hugged my legs and asked, "Did I lose you already, Mommy?" I replied, "This is the last lesson I will give you as your mother. I hope you never speak harshly to those you love or who love you. You have to learn to respect others, and they'll respect you in return. People leave when they're hurt."

“... but I’m not sure if I’ll ever be okay.” My mother’s eyes softened. She gathered me in her arms, rocking me back and forth. “I know it may not feel like it right now,” she muttered, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. “But we will heal together, my darling daughter.” She brushed her lips against my forehead in a feather-like kiss. “We are all here for you, always.” Her eyes drifted between everyone in the room. Maternal warmth and love only a mother could provide at such a vulnerable moment consumed me.

Because of the heat he felt in his body, he didn't think twice. "Sure." He stroked her thigh up until he reached the target delicate part. "Ooohhh!" the woman muttered as she bit her lower lip. He fiddled with the devil's doorbell and Romana seems satisfied with what he was doing. She was tightly clinging to his arm. "Now I have verified that you are really very beautiful, Mommy. I don't know why you are doing this but I will not deny that this is a wonderful gift from heaven. I can have my wife operated on and I will be able to taste a very beautiful woman like you."

The moan was one of pure ecstasy, and it only grew louder as I approached. The voice sounded familiar… I knew that voice anywhere. Fueled with rage, I pushed open the door. I caught Mom lying in bed. The back of her blouse was pushed up, exposing a patch of skin. Bryan sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still on Mom’s back. Mom turned over and sat up. Her forehead was damp with sweat, and her cheeks flushed. She seemed flustered about seeing me.