Novel & Cerita The Whispers I Love You

William blurted apropos of nothing. "Yes?" "You love roses, so I had Jason fill the whole place with them. I thought you'd love it if you came back someday."

She whispered my name like a prayer. I whispered hers like a vow. When the wave crested—soft, shattering, perfect—we clung to each other. Her name on my lips. Mine on hers. We collapsed together—sweaty, trembling, breathing hard. I didn’t pull away. Just held her. Close. Safe. Loved. After long minutes, I kissed her temple. “I love you,” I whispered. She turned her face up. Kissed me softly. “I love you too.” We stayed tangled—bodies cooling, hearts slowing.

“I had to.” “Why?” “My father arranged a political alliance. I didn’t have a choice.” Choice. The irony stung. “And now?” “The alliance ended. I’m free.” Free. She stepped closer. “I came back because I realized something,” she said softly. “I still love you.” The confession I once wanted more than anything. But instead of relief The mate bond pulsed violently in my chest. Not toward Seraphina. Toward Crescent Valley. Toward Isla. Seraphina noticed my silence.

But not afraid. And just as she began to speak— The wind stirred. The river whispered louder. And somewhere in the distance, a sound broke the stillness. Alex’s gaze flickered briefly. Then returned to her. Still waiting. Still hopeful. Still there. And her answer… Remained just beyond reach.

In a barely audible murmur filled with exhaustion, he whispered: “I love you, Freya.”

Then I tried to whisper, “ I…. Love… You, Nella.” Blackout.

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”

- How I love you! - My happiness ... - Travis whispered, and Sammy closed her eyes, dissolving in his caress, forever becoming one with him. Just as they wanted.

I whispered while assaulting her body with vigorous movements completely driven by passion. "I love you, Fernando! I missed you!" she whispered between moans. "Me too, little bee!" I smiled. "Position number fifty-two is definitely my favorite!"