Soft Voice Novels & Stories

Soft and vulnerable. "I'm starting to believe that," she whispered.

he said in his deep, soft voice. I swallowed my fear. I couldn't help myself and could only plead for his mercy with my puppy face.

His voice, when it came, was unhurried, almost soft. "That's my mate's name."

My voice barely audible. A pause that felt eternal. Then a voice. Female. Soft. Almost gentle. Close enough that I felt the breath on my face. "Did you really think walls could keep me out?"

But whatever, I don’t care right now. I type out a quick reply. Ava: Play Softcore by The Neighbourhood. Kai: Alright, sweetheart. Almost immediately, I hear the soft opening chords drifting through my window. The song grows louder, wrapping around my room. I can only imagine how loud it must be in his own room. I bite my bottom lip, trying not to smile too much, feeling a warmth spreading inside me. Softcore is one of my favorite songs, it has this way of calming me.

“Let yourself go, Soph… listen to my voice. Feel… and breathe.” A distressed moan is forced out of me. I clench my fingers in my lap, clutch my dress so tightly. Squeeze my toes till my slippers slip off my feet. Heat fills me up. Another sound slips out of my lips—a softer one. Unrecognizable. “That’s it…” He whispers, caressing. “You’re so soft, Soph… and warm.” My head swims, my body relaxing. I lean further into him. “Arch your back like you did for me the other day…”

her voice was soft. “Right, Love. Let’s go home.”

Not a bored, automated one. This voice was… fuck. It was the auditory equivalent of expensive whiskey and sex appeal. It was low, velvety, and so fucking confident. “You’ve reached V. Tell me what you need tonight.” I froze. My mouth went dry. All the witty, sarcastic comebacks I’d prepared evaporated. All that came out was a shaky, “Uh. Hi.” A soft, knowing chuckle. It vibrated right through the phone and down my spine, settling low in my belly.

— Look at me, amore… His voice is a soft rasp against my ear. — I can't… it's too much… it's so intense, I murmur into the cotton, my voice muffled, broken.

His voice was soft and true. I nodded but I did not feel better.