The Object Of My Affection Novel Novels & Stories

On the other side, Alice wishes this moment to stop, willing to live her whole life in this one moment, feeling so many emotions which are hard to describe but all of the above she is feeling love, affection, attachment with one most important person in her heart, her husband, her fated mate. She put her hands around his neck as looking into his eyes, lost in the pool of green ecstasy, before claim his lips in a hot and feverish kiss. He let her have her fill before held her neck as deepening the kiss, the whole room is glittering with a new intensity of passion, desire, love, and lust to claim each other, to claim their love, their bond.

“It’s not overly obvious that you’re like that, it’s just subtle honestly. But when you put your feet into my shoes, it isn’t hard to notice, and what will you feel about that? About knowing that your partner fancies another person right in your face?” “I’m sorry.” Victoria laughs, even throwing his head back. “You don’t have to be! If we’re the most beautiful ones, you wouldn’t be attracted to anyone. Sadly, we aren’t enough.” She crosses her leans. “Speaking of which, is your neighbor that beautiful for you to control your moans a while ago?” That instantly sent warmth across his face, he felt suddenly red! She laughs again. “Oh, baby, you’re attracted! Is she older than you, too?”

He's eyes were calm and held affection . " We can die together. " "How poetic." We both had the sandwich at the same time and after a couple of seconds Angelo half smiled "And?" "Yummy. You're an amazing chef. I'm going to HR." I stood up and Angelo stood up with me. "You're not an object. However you're the object of my affection. I've fallen for you and I don't know how to love without possessing or being possessive."

“I will not. I promise.” She grabs my shirt and pulls me towards her and buries her face in my shirt. I hear her inhale my sent before asking, “What you were doing. Is that called affection?” I gasp. “Do you not know what affection is my love?” “I have a concept of it from reading but I’m not sure.” She whispered. “Yes, that is what considered affection. Do you want to know what else is affection?” I asked her seriously putting my cheek on her head.

she said as she placed a kiss on my head. “I love you too” I answered. “I won’t tell Mom on one condition. We stay in Mom's penthouse and I’ll give you a makeover to change your look, deal?” “Those are two conditions but, deal” “Good. If you don’t mind me asking, how did you feel when you saw him again?” Sophie asked and I knew she was referring to Romano. “A wave of shock, anger, and fear” I answered staring blankly into space. “It’s understandable, considering what that monster put you through. Don’t worry, I’m here now. I’ll protect you.” she said as she cuddled me tighter.

He sought to snatch away my mate. Why should I give a damn if my mate was snatched away from me? Didn't I swear to devote my existence solely to Vera? As I observed my mate weeping in the embrace of another werewolf, it was at that moment that I comprehended the depths of my affection for her. 'I am enamored with my mate. I am deeply in love with Olive.'

Something hot flickers low in my belly, a resolve pushing through the leftover rage from minutes ago… minutes after that knee-weakening orgasm. His eyes burn—not with desire, but with something heavier. Affection. Warmth. Tenderness. Promises. Devotion. I swallow, glance at the door, then back at him. One more hug—tight, grounding—and then I turn on my heel before I can look back. If I do, leaving will be impossible.

The pregnancy has made me sensitive to strong scents, and the cloying sweetness turns my stomach. But he wouldn't know that. Wouldn't know that I prefer wildflowers to roses. That I like simple things over expensive ones. That what I need isn't jewelry or grand gestures, but genuine connection. The physical affection is worse. It just feels… wrong. But I try not to show it because I agreed to give him a chance, and I'm a woman of my word. My heart just isn't in it. I’m not sure my heart even still works right after three years of damage.

I clenched my fingers on my blue gown as I watched him come closer to where I was standing with the flower in his hand. "I know I have been the worst in life Abby, I know I didn't do well back then but trust me when I say I am here to correct my mistakes Abby. I love you so much and don't want to lose you" He confessed as he handed the flower over to me. I couldn't help but smile and pull the flower close to my nose and I just couldn't perceive anything else other than Alex who was before me. I was still lost in the scent I was perceiving when I suddenly felt his hands placed on my shoulders and tightening them slightly.

Based on my position, I couldn’t reach for a kiss nor take the lead, just like I have been doing these past few weeks, but I can see how handsome Alexei was by gazing up at him. I could see his perfectly sculpted jaw, his sexy neck and his chest, whose veins are now visible and almost popping from his skin. And his broad shoulder... damn, I couldn’t say less. It had always been so muscular that it looked so delectable in my eyes, and I just wanted to run my tongue into his pair of arms to mark my territory. Alexei’s body became my greatest obsession and there’s no way I’m not claiming him for the rest of my life. Alexei cupped my chin and forced me to look him in the eye. “Oh, Goddess... I h