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I need my face clean and pretty to keep myself on the front line of seducing Jamie. For the first time in my life being forced something into my mouth, I thought it would be uncomfortable and unbearable, however, I find it isn’t terrible, at all! Oh my good sister, have you ever tasted something like this!? Mmh! Sweet, smooth, milky, stimulating every single of my taste buds, giving me a sinful pleasure on the tongue... What the heaven on earth is this!? What kind of fairy dessert is this!? I can’t believe I’ve been missing these for the past years of my life!

Something sweet, something old, and something dangerous. I couldn’t stop my tongue from darting out and tasting. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the moan from falling from my lips. Sweet. The taste on the tip of my tongue was sweet, so sweet it sent a surge of electricity straight down between my legs. As much as I wanted to stay stuck in limbo, curiosity and the need to make sure I wasn’t drugged made it impossible. I needed to see what was causing this reaction within me. I was intrigued and there was no way I was going to keep my eyes shut any longer. I cursed myself as soon as I opened my eyes. Dammit.

[It is in form of a small crystal, and it tastes so sweet! "What's sweet?" I always feel so motivated when he asks me questions about my world. He does feel like he genuinely wants to know about it. He is curious. "It feels like it melts in your mouth... It gives you a very warm and happy feeling. I love sweets. It makes you want to suck and lick them... Wait…that came out wrong. I mean, I want to always eat sweets. "Melt in your mouth, huh?" He mumbled. I don't know what he is thinking, but I really want to have some sweets.

I licked his fingers obediently, tasting the mixture of flavors on my tongue. "Do you like it? Why don't you tell me how it tastes," he asked, his voice teasing as he licked my earlobe. I hummed, my hand still tangled in his hair as I breathed heavily, grounding myself in the sensation. "It feels peculiar… hot, sweet, with a hint of bitterness and more sweetness," I said, frowning slightly as I tried to describe the taste. I guess I secreted some wet candy. He hummed in response, a smile playing on his lips.

The sweetness brought a fleeting moment of comfort, a brief respite from the discord that had settled within me. Lost in my thoughts, I absentmindedly reached for a package of gummy bears, their vibrant colors beckoning me. I picked them up one by one, savoring the chewy texture and the burst of fruity flavors that flooded my senses. Each bite seemed to momentarily transport me to a simpler, happier place. But even as I indulged in these small pleasures, the taste of freedom lingered on my tongue. The snacks provided temporary solace, but they couldn't quench the deep longing within me.

“No, Cupcake I can’t. What does it taste like?” “Anger tastes hot, jealousy and fear taste bitter like lemons, happiness tastes sweet like cake.” I tried to explain it to them. “It’s not like a mouthful of taste. It is something that I can ever-so-slightly taste on the tip of my tongue, or the back of my throat. It took me awhile to figure it out. I don’t know if I’m explaining it right, but I know what I’m trying to say.” Dante chuckled, “Interesting. If there is one thing you are, it is full of surprises.”

In the quiet of the night, Amara stirred, her dreams interrupted by a sudden craving. With a soft sigh, she blinked her eyes open, the dim light filtering through the curtains around the room. As the haze of sleep lifted, the desire for something sweet intensified within her. She couldn't quite explain the craving, but it consumed her thoughts. She longed for something sweet, something that would melt on her tongue and fill her cravings with sweetness.

Eli's expression softened somewhat, and he accepted the piece with a magnanimous air, placing it in his mouth. Immediately, his mouth was overwhelmed with sweetness. Didn't she claim it had little sugar? Observing his abrupt change in expression, Tanya blinked innocently and asked, "Is it too sweet?"

“I love this! It’s unlike anything that I’ve ever tasted before.” “It’s literally just sugar,” I said. She gasped in shock. “No! That can’t be! This one tastes much better than just sugar. Here! Have a taste,” she pushed the cotton candy near my lips, urging me to taste it. I shook my head. “I don’t like sweets.” She clicked her tongue. “Such a killjoy. Just taste it! It looks like you need a little bit of sweetness in your life.” I rolled my eyes and took a bite of the cotton candy. I almost cringed with how sweet it tasted. I was right. It’s literally just refined sugar.

“Are you going to bed, or do you want to hang out for a while?” “We have some ice cream in the fridge and maybe some cake left that you guys came with. Maybe we can eat those?” I replied. “You still have the sweetest tooth.” “I know! But that’s where I get my sweetness from.” I giggled in a hushed way. “Then I have to feed you those sweets for the rest of our lives, so you will never run out of sweetness….” Rest of our lives. “Then I’ll grow big and diabetic.” “But at least you’re still sweet.”