A Taste Of Sweetness Novels & Stories

she smacked his arm as soon as she reached him– not so angelic now, is she? He had actually found her car and parked next to it. Bright red mini cooper in the middle of almost vacant, 11 pm parking lot–who wouldn’t? Numbness tranquilized his senses. His tongue swells the containing cavity. Mike couldn’t help staring at her lips, subconsciously biting his own. A sweet cherry taste lingered at the tip of his tongue out of nowhere, as the memory played hallucinations on him. “You look hideous...” Mike had to say something, right? Sarah pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes with an attitude.

He kissed my lips feverishly, and my breathing hitched, as if he was sucking my soul away. Where was… “Mmm,” a moan escaped my lips and was buried in his. He pulled back, lifted me with his strong arms to the bed and placed me gently on it, but before I could get a sense of control, his lips on me again, kissing everywhere, taking away my ability to think and leaving pleasure in it's wake. The night was a blur of pleasure and romance. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, warming my skin in a golden haze. I stretched, squinting, trying to adjust to the harsh light.

Even so, my heart felt warm and fuzzy inside. The next year, we got married, and his company took off. The first thing he did was buy the dying chocolate factory. After that, I had all the sweets I could ever want. Now, however, that sweetness was like poison, sealing off my breath. My chest felt suffocated. Before the tears could fall, I heard Ethan’s voice. “What are you looking at, babe?”

I picked it up gingerly, unsure why my hands still trembled, and tore off a small piece. It tasted of honey and butter and something delicate I couldn’t name. The sweetness startled me, flooding my mouth with warmth that made my chest ache. I hadn’t realised how long it had been since I’d tasted anything made to be enjoyed. I ate another bite, slower this time, letting the flavor linger on my tongue. It felt almost sinful to take comfort in it, as though joy itself had become forbidden. But still, I ate until it was gone, until only crumbs remained on the plate.

"Isabella, do you really hate me that much?" I didn't answer. I tightened my grip on Luca's hand and left with him. As we walked out of the venue, a wave of freedom and relief washed over me. Behind us, Lorenzo remained standing like a fallen statue, staring blankly at our backs. When we arrived home, I opened the door and gasped. The entire place was covered in rose petals, the air filled with a soft, fragrant sweetness. "What's this?" I turned to Luca in surprise. "This is your surprise," he said gently. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small velvet box, and kneeled before me.

He didn't smell bad, but his shirt was wet with sweat, and he might get sick again. "No, Mommy. It's just too hot here," he replied and took a bite of the cupcake. Styx grabbed the shirt and helped our son wear it. I sat back on the bed and took a cupcake. The design was simple, but it looked delicious. There was chocolate syrup on top and some icing. I took a bite, and it tasted so good it was like the heavens sang. I gave him an approving sign. "Delicious." He smiled and leaned forward to kiss my temple. "Thank you."

Calvin moved them aside, away from the vegetables and knives, glanced at the shelf, grabbed some honey, and dabbed it on her lips, then smeared some on her chin and all over her chest, much to her confusion. Bella was startled but reflexively licked the honey off her lips. It was sweet! But he made her all sticky! His eyes were like fire, following the path of her tongue, unable to resist capturing it with his lips. Sweetness was irresistible to most people, and although he didn't like sweets, he loved her sweetness. As the sweetness spread between their lips, the kiss became even more irresistible. She couldn't help but follow the sweetness, and he followed her. As the intense sweetness fad