Romans & histoires Show Me Love

I teased and she glared at me. I took off my shirt like she wanted and she slowly sat up as she ran her hands on my chest and the feeling of her hands made me feel special and loved. “ You have no idea how much I love you," I whispered on her lips. " Show me,” she said and I went ahead to show her as clothes were discarded, thrown on the floor, bodies joined as one and sounds filling the room. If I wanted to show her how much I love her then I had to do a good job.

"Show me." "What?" I lick my mouth. "Show me your love. Take me away from here, Liz. Make me lose the sense of everything else but you."

“Prove it. You said you are his girlfriend, right? Prove it to me.” I freeze. Prove? How's that done? Isn't love a feeling that happens in the heart? How is it shown outside? By saying ‘I love you’? Me and Lorcan saying that to each other. I shake my head. That's not possible from his side. He would run away rather than saying those words to me.Then what should be done? Kiss! A kiss will do. I have to kiss him. Yes! The only option to save both his arse and mine.

“Chloe, the doctor said Hendrick isn’t going to make it. He’s been calling your name. Please, go in and talk to him.” When I walked into the room, it was like Hendrick sensed my presence. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I stood over him, our roles reversed, everything completely different from before. Hendrick tried to speak, his voice barely a whisper. I had to lean in close to hear him. “Chloe, did you ever love me?” I looked at him and replied, slowly and clearly, “You don’t deserve his heart.” After the bidding meeting, I received a flood of offers from different companies, but I turned them all down.

I asked her, spreading my arms wide. I was laying myself bare to give her what she wanted. For years, I was in a limbo. I was waiting for Beth to soften around me, and she was waiting for me to say and show her the things she wanted to see and hear from me. I realized one thing. We are withholding love when we don’t show or tell people we love them. Showing up and being there was not enough. We have to say the words to accentuate our actions. For a moment, Beth looked confused. She turned her head sideways as if seeking assurance from our surroundings.

“Just you. I want and love you so fucking much, some days I think I’ll die from it.” “Show me.” Her voice was a murmur against his hot mouth. “Show me how much you want me, Jim. How much you love me.” “Oh, Beth.” His fingers found her slick centre, slid in between her folds; her back arched and he lowered his lips to her throat. “No problem, baby.”

"Move." He did, setting a beat that was tender at first, almost gentle, like he was making a point about this being different from every other time. This wasn't desperate or angry or trying to prove something. This was making love. "I love you," he said against my mouth, and I felt the words everywhere. "God, I love you so much." "Show me." I pulled him closer. "Show me how much." He shifted the angle slightly, hitting something inside me that made me see stars, and I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped.

he observed, voice dropping to a husky murmur. “The camera sees everything — how swollen your clit is, how your entrance flutters when you’re embarrassed. Don’t fight it. This is honesty.” One of his long fingers traced the inside of my thigh, collecting the evidence of my arousal before bringing it to my lips. “Taste how much your body wants to be seen.” I parted my lips obediently, tongue darting out to lick the slick from his finger. The salty-sweet taste made me moan softly. “Good girl,” he praised, picking up the camera again. “Now spread your folds with two fingers. Show the lens how wet you’ve become for the work.”

Paying close attention and mentally taking notes. He turned back to the drinks, then looked sideways at Stefan again. “And you asked how I show Aidan I love him without saying it?” Matteo raised a brow. “Well… I don’t.” Stefan looked up at him, a bit confused. “I show it and I say it,” Matteo said. “All the time.” He reached for a lime, cut it in half. His voice softened again. “I show him I love him by learning him,” Matteo added not even close to being done. “I know what annoys him. What calms him. What makes him feel seen. I bring him peace. That’s what love should do.”

Then she slowly lifted her gaze to his — eyes soft, vulnerable, shining like she was speaking her truth for the first time. “I want a guy to show me myself,” she murmured, voice trembling with honesty. “I want him to love me so deeply I’m not afraid to show him how ugly I can be.” Her fingers clung to the fabric on his chest. “I want him to show me scars I never knew I had… but I don’t want him to make them go away.” A shaky breath. “I want him to hold my hand while I nurse them myself. And I want him to cherish the bruises they leave behind.”