Talk To Me Tenderly Novels & Stories

I love you and will never hurt you. Logan becomes furious and walks downstairs to talk to Sandy. Sandy is sitting in the living room reading the Holy Bible while drinking a cup of coffee. She is reading the Bible to gain peace and comfort to help her in the time of tribulation. She seeks for God’s guidance and support. Something to help her understand why this happened to her. Something to help her stay strong in her faith.

Talk to me. The fever burned hotter, visions flickering at the edges. 'A woman,' I said, throat tight. 'Mira. Cursed me because I broke her heart. Chose the pack over us. Now the beast... it comes when it wants, kills without reason.' Emotions churned—regret sharp as knives, loneliness a hollow ache. Tessa's eyes softened, pity there, but something else too—understanding, maybe even shared pain. Her thumb stroked my knuckles, gentle, and that spark ignited full, desire coiling tight. I leaned closer, breath mingling, lips inches from hers.

I set my wine glass down and focused on her, putting my phone aside. "Everything okay?" I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. Tricia's gaze dropped, and she shook her head slightly. I reached out and gently lifted her chin, my fingers brushing against her skin. "You can talk to me," I said, my voice filled with empathy. "I'm here for you."

My arms circle her by reflex, and my chest tightens. “I know you’ll never shed a tear in front of me, so I’ll tell you—it’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to have days when you don’t want to get out of bed. When you want to shout at the world, but nobody’s listening. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.” Her voice is muffled by my shirt, but forceful. And then she stands on her tiptoes and presses her palms to my chest and kisses me on the cheek.

His voice was so gentle, his touch so loving and soft that I felt the anvil press down that much further. "I don't know how," I managed to choke out. "I don't know how to say it. I don't want you to be mad at me." "Why would I be mad at you, baby?" He shifted again so he was better facing me, his arm snaking around to rub my back. "Because...I don't know..." I felt like a child and even more so when he pulled me closer to him. "Because why, my sweet?" His fingers found my hair and began combing through it. I didn't answer, I couldn't. "Please talk to me, Mattie. I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

Well, here I am, offering her the opportunity, right now. “I’m sure, my gorgeous girl. We'll talk more in the morning, or tomorrow, or the next day. We have all the time in the world now, I'm not going anywhere” she said with the most soft and gentle voice, so filled with love and devotion. The kind of tone I haven't heard from her before. It tickled me. And right there, I honestly wanted to jump into her arms and cry.

Oh no. ‘Amor, I need to talk to you,’ I talked to him through a mind-link. ‘Zeve. I am a little busy right now. Can we…’ he replied. ‘No. Leave everything you are doing and come to our room. Right now.’ ‘Ok. I am coming.’

Not with him standing so close, his eyes searching mine, waiting for an explanation. "Emma," he said softly, stepping closer to me. His hand reached up to gently brush a strand of hair away from my face, his fingers brushing against my cheek, wiping away the tear stains...his touch was achingly familiar. "Please talk to me," he murmured, his voice softening. "I don’t want to see you like this."

But the way he was looking at me, patient, curious, almost tender, made something honest slip out. “I like being kissed,” I said quietly. “Really kissed. And I like when someone takes their time. Touches me everywhere before they go between my legs. And… I like when they talk. Not dirty talk. Just… real talk. Telling me what they’re feeling.” His thumbs kept moving in those slow circles. “I can do that.”

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