A Forbidden Taste Of You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Start at my neck. Bite me like you’re starving, then feed on me until you can’t stop.” Lumina licked juice from her lips, golden mask gleaming, and turned her head just enough for her man to see her smile. She felt the music more than the others, the sensual rhythm stirring something wild in her. She pressed the apple back into his chest, an offering in reverse, and whispered, “I want your mouth everywhere. Kiss me like forbidden fruit. Taste me until you’re drunk on me. And when I beg you to stop, keep going.” Her words were velvet, but her eyes—though hidden—glowed with a hunger that could swallow whole.

Alright, this is fucked up. I shared a look with Imogen but sensed the woman looking my way. I looked at her. She extended her hand to me slowly. I stared at her red palm. I reluctantly placed my hand on hers. She closed her eyes and flinched like she did with Imogen. I shared a look with Imogen but looked back at the woman. She opened her eyes and looked at me. She scoffed slightly. "Hmm. The forbidden claws are around this one," she said, staring sternly at me.

He sucked on them, his one hand pulling my off shoulder more downwards. He probably cared less if it slacked. Marco completely littered my neck, throat and chest with his burning lips. His lips then moved upwards again, locking with my lips. I wrapped my legs around his waist and parted my lips, giving him the full access to taste me. Marco kissed me so lustfully and hungrily, hands groping and fondling on to my breasts. I shuddered underneath him, releasing my soft cries of pleasure into the kiss. "God you taste so sweet"Marco whispered against my lips.

He parted her legs more wide and placed them over his shoulders and consumed her virtue more rapaciously, like he had been throbbing to ravage her like this since ages. Her wetness secreted all over his tongue and mouth which made him slowly enter his finger inside her. Nina lifted her back but he held her down on the bed and consumed her more fervently. She whimpered, feeling his mouth and finger breaking her and pushing her to her edges, so that he could take her beyond the boundaries of shame and sanity. Tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes. Her cries of pleasure resonated in that beautifully silent room, imprinting the essence of that forbidden bliss he was giving her.

The proximity of him, the memory of our lips together, the forbidden thought that we were now siblings it was almost unbearable. “I know,” he whispered, and I could feel his breath against my cheek. “I don’t want to either. But Yubi” He trailed off, his jaw tight. “Do you think I could just forget?” I wanted to scream at him. At myself. At fate. “No! You can’t, this is wrong!” His hand lifted, hovering dangerously close to my face, and my stomach did a flip flop. “Wrong,” he murmured, “it doesn’t feel wrong.”

ANGEL I opened it. He put his fingers on my tongue. The taste of myself flooded my mouth — salt and musk — and he pushed them deep enough to make me gag. Held them there while my eyes watered. “That’s what a bad girl tastes like,” he said. “Get used to it. You’ll be licking it off my cock later.” My eyes watered. I sucked his fingers. He pulled them out, wiped them on my bare breast, and stood up. The warm wet of it turned my nipples to peaks.

Her pulse skittered. A flicker of hunger—dark, confusing, humiliating—shivered through her. Like a woman possessed, she lifted her hand and ran the pad of her tongue over her fingers. The taste was like an explosion on her tongue. Deep musky, salty, with hints of fire and ash. She rolled her tongue over her fingers, sucking them into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered shut against her will, as if the flavour had reached past her senses and tugged directly on the bond burning at her neck.