The Whispers I Only Meant To Wet My Feet Novels & Stories

Bleeding. Breathing. Barely. The footsteps were gone. Whoever had done it had left. Or watched. Or both. It didn’t matter. We had names to carve into tombstones now. We had truths to face. We were no longer guessing. No longer feeding lies to catch a whisper of betrayal. We were in it. Drowning in it. And there was no going back. I turned my head to him, my blood mixing with his on the cracked pavement. His lips parted again. A whisper. I leaned close, fighting every scream in my body. “I’ve got you,” he murmured. Then his eyes closed.

He whispered. The dress I wore was already hanging loose on my waist, he lifted it and tore through my pants, letting it pool between my ankles. I held my breath, expecting him to finally get over it but rather, I felt his fingers. They traced over my lady parts, taking his time to feel every inch of it. "Hmm, you are wet... are you enjoying this?" He whispered and I knew that if I didn't respond he was going to do more. I shook my head, not trusting my voice to give a proper answer.

Soft whispers floating through the night air. People talking. People watching. People waiting. Waiting for me. That realization made my stomach twist violently. “Stay beside me,” Kael said again. I nodded slightly. Even though fear was crawling under my skin. Then He stepped out. Still holding my hand. Pulling me gently forward. Cool night air hit my skin immediately. Soft. Sharp. Awakening. I stepped forward slowly. Carefully. My heel touching the stone driveway. And then Everything stopped. The whispers grew louder.

I whispered, pulling my hands away . I walked ahead of him even without looking back . I could literally hear the whispers from each corner as I walked by ,I knew what they were saying and I wasn't shocked about it and seeing most of the people taking pictures of me ,I just couldn't help but groan ,I just wanted all of this to end but why was it being this way ,I just couldn't get it . I walked into the shop without minding the stares and the looks that I was given at this point,I just didn't care about it and niether did I give a fuck.

he repeated. I felt chills creep from my feet to my head, freezing me and bewildered. I could feel that I had no control over my feet, I looked sideways to see if I noticed someone helping me out of the situation I was in, but there was only the grave of Max and me. I took some strength to move my mouth and whispered: "What do you want?" "Help me"

“Then why are you sweating? I am pretty sure your face isn’t the only part of your body wet ”he said in a whisper. The phone ranged again 🎶Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down

he whispers, his voice oily and dark. He releases me, looking satisfied by the fear in my eyes. Then, he strokes a thumb over my parched lips. He pushes his finger into my mouth, forcing it past my teeth. I wish I could bite him. I wish I could chew his finger down to the bone. But I am terrified of the retort. I know what happens when I trigger him. So, I am obedient. I open my mouth and allow him to do as he wishes, my very bones trembling from the agony of the humiliation.

My lungs could barely pull in air with him so close. I sighed deeply, trying to regain some control, some clarity. But it was useless. Daimon surrounded me from all sides—with his presence, his touch, his voice, his scent. I was sinking into him. It was then that I heard them. The whispers. They came with the wind, like an ancient lament, almost ethereal, wrapping around us. The temperature seemed to drop for a second, but his heat kept me alive. The whispers swirled around us, spinning like an invisible dance, scraping at the senses, and then a single word echoed clearly:

He whispered. I felt weak in my knees; his hands were still on me. His hold over me made it difficult for me to process anything I was feeling. I completely forgot we were in the office; the world outside us melted away. He ran his hand down from my waist, over my hip and onto my thigh. I tensed at the movement as it left tingling in its wake. I felt myself reacting to him. There was no stopping my body. I felt wet between my legs. My body was aching for him. “Tell me that you are not wet for me, right now.” He whispered.

She was ready for me but not before I gave her that first release she had been begging for. I wanted to tease her, to stretch her and to ready her for me to make it so much better. But first, I wanted to feel her come undone. I grabbed the bottle of water and let the cold liquid run over my tongue before climbing back on the bed. I lowered myself closer and closer as I buried my face in her most sweet, sacred paradise and made her scream my name over and over again.