Show Me Love Novels & Stories

They should be deliberate. Deliberately showing love in front of her, deliberately let her see this meticulous look of them. Amelia covered her chest with her hand, unable to tell what she felt. After a while, she saw the shadows of two people finally parting, followed by the sound of the door closing. After waiting a little longer, Amelia opened the door and walked out. Seeing the light on in Alex's study, she went over and knocked on the door. Alex's voice didn't show any boredom,

Show me you're mine. She shattered quickly, juices flooding his mouth. Rising, he positioned his cock at her entrance, sliding in easily with the lubrication. 'Missionary this time. Look at me while I fuck you.' Their eyes locked as he thrust slow at first, building rhythm. 'Tell me you love me,' he demanded. 'I... I love you,' she whispered, legs wrapping around him. 'Good girl.' He sped up, pounding deep, hand between them to circle her clit. 'Cum with me.'

I do as I'm told. "I'm going to make love to you now. Not fuck. Make love. Do you understand? Those words shock me. Make love? "Mmmaake- what?" I stutter. "I'm going to show you how much you mean to me. How much last night meant to me. How much I care. How much I love you." Love? "Did you hear the-"

I found out that Lily had returned about a month later. That day, I had found a new place and was preparing to move out of Kai's house, wanting to treat him to a meal one last time. But just as I entered the shopping mall, I received a call from my best friend Mia. She told me that she saw a post from an old classmate on social media saying that Jacob's first love had returned to the country. Before I could react, I looked up and saw Jacob walking towards me with a girl.

“...reflecting.” ********** “Julian... Julian I-I'm sorry about how I acted towards you last night..." She started to cry. “Please don't leave me. I'm so sorry... Call me back, please, don't be angry. I'm so sorry, I love you. I love you so much, please call me back.” She shakily wiped her tears away as she sobbed again. Shakily putting down her phone, she lifted her gaze to her reflection, her hand curling into tight fist. She took deep breath a couple of times.

Nothing else matters to me at this moment but making her mine and showing her the love that I have for her. Now that she knows what she is I can be myself around her and I want to show her that I am fully committed to making her mine and protecting her from the Dark Prince, but first I need to prove to her that my love is real for her. Even though she now knows what she is she still is unaware of what she truly is to me. Explaining it to her is one thing but physically showing her is another and I believe projecting my love and need to her as I make love to her, is the key to opening her eyes.

he said. “It wasn’t.” He smirked. “Your standards are low.” She scrolled again. “Next.” He groaned dramatically. But he didn’t resist this time. She picked “Endless Love.” He stared at her. “You’re not serious.” “Oh, I am.” The intro played. She took the first verse. Her voice trembled slightly at first—but then steadied. My love… there’s only you in my life… She didn’t look at the screen. She looked at him.

Then I asked slowly, “Hey are you married?” He raised an eyebrow asking me to continue, so I did, "I'm Sienna, nice to meet you. I'm Sienna, officially left with nothing, I just left everything now. Plus you look like you are in need of cash, I have talent and a job to make money, I just need a marriage certificate. Meetings like this are rare, especially for someone like me, and you look like someone who would give a heartache to my Uncle, which is exactly what I'm planning right now.

“Show me how much you love it.” “Oh God,” she whimpered, surrendering fully, her body melting into mine as she let go of the last threads of resistance. And I held her there, her back arched against me, as she gave in completely—her body, her pleasure, her heart—all in my hands.

he asks softly, his eyes staring into hers for any sign of discomfort. Mavis nods, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Perfect. Move, Lance, please." He starts to move, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in. He sets a slow, steady rhythm, each stroke deep and deliberate. He rolls his hips, grinding against her clit on every downstroke. It’s not frantic or rough, it’s a comfortable, familiar lovemaking that feels like coming home. Mavis runs her hands over his back, feeling the muscles flex and bunch under his skin. She digs her nails in slightly, leaving red half moons on his shoulders.