A Taste Of Heaven Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My hand struggled to move on its own, greedy and graceless, trying to sink into his hair. He breathed me in and I felt it, the warmth of the exhale and something fractured at the back of my mind, some thought that didn't finish: *This was...this was—* Heaven. Utter heaven. His tongue sank into me again. Thick fingers spread me open. His mouth covered all of me and I couldn't keep still — I was writhing, gasping, my bound hands pulling his hair harder than I meant to. He groaned against me and the vibration shot straight through my clit and I stopped thinking entirely.

“He became the mind of an underground organization formed to lure people who possesses the eye of the devil which could open the doors to hell.” Scott halted at the last sentence of the first page. For a brief moment, his mind seems to have crossed a different path, urging his hands to fan the pages towards the latter and what he discovered next froze him at one point when he confirmed his thoughts. “The man now stares at the book to where his life story has been written, failing to notice the creature looming above him…”

"Uhmmm! A long growl escaped Nica's mouth as her husband's kiss crawled on her neck. His wide palm was still caressing one of her healthy chests. Even though she was still wearing a bra, the heat was already penetrating there from his palm. She moaned again when the young man's hot lips were already on the tip of her nipple. It was as if electricity was flowing from the top of her chest to between her thighs. She parted her two thighs when one of his legs was in the middle of it. She wasn’t born yesterday so as not to predict what hard object was pounding in her abdomen. She was intoxicated by the sensation she felt when Chris's lips covered the pinkish nipple of her breast. The veil was als

Heaven's POV I sat on the toilet seat, blinking slowly, my brain out of focus. Over and over, my mind replayed the words Damien spoke to me. “Nothing that ever comes from you will bother me. In fact, I crave every piece of you. Your blood, your body, your scent. I want all of you. Do you understand, Heaven?” No, I didn't understand. I didn't understand the look of adoration I saw in his eyes during breakfast or the passion he constantly glanced at me with. I didn't understand…him.

With worry in her eyes and pounding heart, she clicked buttons right-left. Loading........in wait for the next page to load she flipped back her hair from the face.After a few seconds page was loaded. she brought her face near to the screen eagerly few stands from her hair dropped on her face. As she kept on reading her eyes filled with amazement. She smiled a little. She was drowned in uncertainty. It took a moment for her to realize what she was reading is real, it was all real. Her cellphone was placed on the side table of the bed. She gripped the cellphone and in hurry dialed a number. keypad tone disturbed the silence of the night. while she held the phone bell was ringing on the other

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My lips parted as I scanned the place. Pretty maroon pillows…. the books on the shelves… the carefully arranged shoes and even the posters on the walls… Why did heaven look so much like my old room in the Crimson Crescent pack? Bewildered, I sat up and looked around. Was this truly heaven? Or perhaps, I was in hell. But wasn't hell supposed to be nothing but fire? The door opened. I felt as though my heart stopped beating when I saw my mother's ever-smiling face. Wait… perhaps this really was heaven…

My heart throbbed as my nose flared up to get the whole of it, my eyes glowed as I started following the direction of the smell. Heaven kept screaming in joy, she kept flipping her tails in happiness as she continued guiding me towards the smell. "Whoever is cooking that food is a great chef," I mumbled. "Moron, that is not food but it is coming from someone…. Is someone's scent," Heaven dreamily uttered? "Yeah….. Whatever," I annoyingly mumbled.