Novel & Cerita Soft Voice

Her voice sounded softer this time. “I don’t take it for granted.”

I was ѕtіll groaning. "Sѕѕѕhhhhhh, bаbу, уоu dіd gооd. Sssshhhhhh." Hеr voice wаѕ ѕоft and comforting, relaxing іn thе аftеrmаth of оur раѕѕіоnѕ.

I don’t know how to keep my arms. “Fatima, let’s go…” I start to whisper, but it’s too late. “Richard? I got your text, you mentioned an emergency?” A soft gasp leaves my mouth. His voice… His voice is incredibly soft. I mean everybody here gushes about how soft spoken he is, but the last time I heard his voice, he had been terribly disinterested in the topic being discussed, me. But fuck, fuck! I want to hear that voice talk to me while I was inside him.

his voice soft and low"did you miss me? " " why would i miss you? " my voice came out slightly agitated. He chuckled and straightened away from me "Are you mad that i didn't call you sweetheart?" "No, I don't care enough to be mad," Again why can't i get my stupid voice to cooperate with me. I didn't want to show emotions. He bent down again, this time his hands in his pant's pockets. His lips next to my ear, his husky voice teasing me." i might believe you but your hands say otherwise"

I mumble something in the most terrifying hoarse voice. ==================================================================

She made a painful sound but he was shushing her. "Shhh. It should relieve you in a few minute's time. Just relax." His voice was now very low and tantalizing. It wasn't the sexy one he had used in the bath or the sharp commanding one he had used on the bed. This time, it was a low voice that really showed that he cared.

His voice was low, cold, and sharp. “Move.”

ALLISON His voice was soft and gentle, almost caressing in its tenderness. It was nothing like the clipped, business-like tone he'd used when speaking to the Royal earlier. No, this was different, it almost sounded like he was speaking to a cherished lover. My brows arched skeptically at that observation. It wasn't just his voice that had softened; the look on his usually stoic face was a reflection of pure, unguarded longing. It was the kind of passionate, yearning look I imagined romance novels spent entire chapters describing.

Laughter, soft and breathy, unmistakable. My best friend.