A Forbidden Taste Of You Novels & Stories

My fingers twitched on its own as I imagined what that hair might feel like. I shut the thought down immediately but the way Maya was doing a little bounce on her feet as she hugged my grandmother made my eyes traveled from her hair to her waist, to her legs. I hated that my mind pulled up the image of how her legs had looked under that short gown at the club, smooth and lean. How it rid up in the car, I enjoyed the view. I could imagine myself spreading her legs apart, trailing my fingers over her heat and rubbing on her little bud before slipping one or two fingers into her—

The head brushed my lower lip, hot, silky, precum smearing across like gloss. I flicked my tongue out, tasting him—salt and skin and something darker, something that made my pussy clench hard enough to hurt. Father Elias groaned, fingers tightening in my hair. “That’s it… open wide for me.” I did. My lips stretched around the crown, tongue swirling the ridge, sucking gentle at first, savoring the weight on my tongue. He tasted forbidden—clean skin, faint soap, raw male—and I moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk.

I put my arms on the sides of my hips and slyly tuck them into my pants pockets, trying to hide the spoon. "The fact that you were with your head stuck inside the refrigerator; the box inside clearly says 'Property of Alena.' And you have the corners of your lips full of mascarpone cream," he says, getting dangerously close to my face and licking the traces of cream from my mouth; a shiver runs down my spine. "You're wrong; I was not doing such a thing" my voice sounds tremulous. "You have some nerve to deny it, by the way" he tries to sound offended but fails miserably.

With what must be a paling face, I stare up at the nun smoking a cigarette, choking when I realize it's Daria. The billboard says, "Forbidden Fruit Taste The Best," and then it switches to a website where you can read her story. There is a small text about her cancer and that she is finally living her life again, enjoying her forbidden fruit—whatever the fuck that means! "Killian?" Jenny asks, following my gaze to the billboard before turning around and aiming her massive smile my way. "Pretty right? I've already read her story. Her name is Daria, and her forbidden fruit is falling in love despite having cancer. It's so romantic. She is deeply in love with someone she calls Mr. Mysterious, b

“It’s not your fault to have that promise, isn’t it your parents who promised you that? “ Tracey said. “Do you guys even know why it’s called a Forbidden promise?” Albert asked. “It’s forbidden for the parents to promise their child those kinds of promises.” Amana answered but Albert shook his head and chuckled. “It’s called forbidden because you can’t have it if it’s not running through your blood. It’s not the same as the ordinary promises, there are rules in giving your child a promise. You promise them a power but you also have to promise them a weakness but on forbidden promises you can only inherit what your parents have and the weaknesses are not planned. Forbidden promise users are e

he replied, his tone resolute. "For the thousandth time, we..." She began, but her words were silenced by a soft kiss that left her stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief. This was the second time he had kissed her. As Jimmy deepened the kiss, she felt a rush of sensations, her mind racing to comprehend the whirlwind of emotions. After years of numbness, something within her had ignited. She could not understand why his lips felt so intoxicating, nor why her body refused to push him away. Gradually, her muscles relaxed, her eyelids fluttering shut, and before she realized it, she was kissing him back. The kiss intensified, neither willing to break free until suddenly, a jolt of realization st

Her desire for him mixed into my blood like alcohol, creating a euphoric sensation that made me crave more. Get a hold of yourself, Eva! You can’t be feeling horny just from a lip bite! But I was. He grinned as he watched and said, “You think you will be getting minimum because you haven’t known the taste of the forbidden fruit yet.” “Forbidden fruit?” “Yes. You think it's best to stay away, but once you take a bite you can’t go back. I am your forbidden fruit, princess. Take a bite and then decide whether you want to eat the whole thing or run away. I dare you.” He said, the confidence in his eyes annoying me.

No room for argument. My lips parted. Thorne pushed his fingers inside, letting me taste the salty-sweet mix of my slick, Aurelius’s cum, and the undeniable evidence of our broken bond. I moaned around them despite myself. The flavor sent another shameful wave of heat through my core. Thorne smirked. “See? Your tongue knows what your mind fights. The forbidden makes you desperate.”

He let out a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat, which I couldn’t figure out, and then he said the words I had long been waiting for, “You’re dismissed. No more kissing random strangers though!” “Yes, Mr Blackwood,” I nodded at him gravely. It was a mistake. I knew it, he knew it, and he clearly wasn’t pleased too… But somehow, the feeling of his lips haunted me all day.

I take the pastry, unable to take a bite. The taste of forbidden fruit remains lodged in my throat. And I know it will never leave me. ---