Novel & Cerita A Taste Of Heaven Book

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

He tasted me like a man starving, his moans vibrating against my skin. "You taste like heaven," he said, lifting his head. "But you taste like sin, sweetie." "Then take it," I moaned, my body arching up to meet him. "Confess with your tongue." He didn't answer, he just smiled as he went back to how he was sucking and licking my pussy. In no time I felt I was lost on what he was doing to me and I needed to cum in no time. Before I knew it I came so hard as a shockwave of pleasure crashing through me, my back arching off the bed as my fingernails digging into his shoulders.

I coughed slightly, pressing a hand against my chest before taking another drink,and another. My vision started to blur, but I didn’t stop. How could he do this to me? Even after everything… after staying with him, trusting him… I dropped into the chair again, my body slumping as the alcohol settled in, heat rushing through me. My head tilted back, my breathing uneven as I stared at the ceiling. The door creaked open, I blinked slowly, my gaze shifting as a shadow stepped inside. “Are you okay, Kiara?” his voice came, low and concerned.

Vennessa relaxed against the marble kitchen island, a faint smile on her face as she listened to her sister’s voice crackling through the phone. ​"I’m telling you, Vee, that boutique in Soho was otherworldly," Ava gushed. "I almost fainted when I saw the price tag on a simple silk scarf, but the aesthetic? Impeccable. I took so many mental notes for my style blog." ​Vennessa laughed softly, shifting the phone to her other ear as she rinsed out her coffee mug.

Each time he looked away as if he was as quick as possible, leaving me to stew in the memory of his hands on me, his mouth on mine, the sound of his voice in that dark club. I hated him on behalf of the calm he showed now. The ease with which he slipped into this family dinner like nothing had happened, as if he weren't the one causing the tightness in my chest. Then my mother besides me continued jabbering about wedding stuff in her wedding binder and flowers and music. "You and Selene will help with the final touches," she said. "Family projects always make it more meaningful." My dry stare matched hers. "You know me. I don't deal great with surprises. I'll have to be told straight out if

For a moment, she felt as if she was at peace. Dabria closed her eyes and opened her arms wide. She inhaled the beautiful aroma of heaven as deeply as she could. Her eyes shot open as she actually smelled Zeus' original scent instead of the scent of heaven. Eve giggled as she saw Dabria's confused face. "Yes, this is heaven. Yes, this is my home. And yes, this is where I live. But don't be so surprised about the scent of this place. Heaven is like you picture it. It smells like you imagine it's smell. It looks like you imagine it to be. It might be my heaven, but you are in heaven." Eve replied to Dabria's questions first. Then she explained to Dabria the reason that confused Dabria a bit.

ASHER I wanted to devour her. To take her apart piece by piece and still want more when I was done. “Heaven,” I muttered against her lips, my voice rough as my mouth moved over hers again. My tongue chased hers, slow at first, then deeper, tasting, learning, claiming every inch like I had no intention of stopping. “You taste like heaven…” I breathed, barely pulling back, my forehead resting against hers. “I swear, I want to take you upstairs and do very dirty things to you right now.”

'You taste like heaven, baby. I sagged back, my heart racing, emotions swirling. This was just the start, and I CRAVED MORE.

I scurry down to him and take the boxes from him , wasting no time to rip open the box and taking a large bite out of the tarts. People who say you only go to heaven after you die, have clearly never tasted delicious food. They’ve not experienced the feeling of taking your first bite after you’ve craved food for so long. Because, this? This is heaven. My eyes remain closed as I chew and savor the rich flavor of the eggs. I think I hear Marcello say that he ran into Emily at the diner and decided to get them himself. But all that matters is that I got my food, so go crazy. I hear him chuckle and raise my head to glare at him. “ What’s so funny?”