A Touch Of Sweetness Free นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her hands came up to rest lightly on my chest, fingers spreading over damp skin. The third kiss deepened. I tilted her head, parting her lips with mine, and she opened for me with a quiet, shaky sigh. Our tongues met slowly, exploring, learning each other. She tasted sweet and warm. I groaned softly into her mouth as her fingers curled against my skin.

I marvel at how a simple shower could elevate my spirits and ignite a joyful glow within me. Feeling an exhilarating spark flickering to life deep inside, I grin, whispering, “This is fantastic,” as I admire the bottle of 'Sweet Love'. As I gently applied the lotion, its texture was reminiscent of a silky cream, and the delightful scent wafted around me, a luscious blend of honey and warm milk that seemed to dance across my senses, tempting and sweet enough to almost savor. Once finished, I slipped into my new silk hip-hugger lace set—a delicate blush pink that hugged my curves perfectly, highlighting my femininity and offering a thrilling hint of sensuality. The fabric felt exquisite agains

They are so overwhelming like this and I love it and can’t focus on anything all at the same time. “I..I like it…when all of you touch me like this. It kind of scrambles my brain.” Oliver rubs me against him again. “Oh, f*ck! Yes, that feels so good.” I let my head rest in Cam’s hand, letting my eyes close so I can focus on feeling. “Can you handle more, Sweetness?” “Yes, please.”

I feel them—a cool, electric tingle that vibrates in my organs. "We are rewriting the substrate," Echo whispers. "Accept the data." Alex reaches for a bowl on the server rack. Warm honey. He dips his fingers in. He drags them across my breasts. The sticky, heavy sweetness is a shock. It smells like earth and flowers—a fierce reminder of the biological world I’m leaving behind. "Feel the sugar," Alex murmurs, teasing my nipples. Then, champagne. He pours a little on my neck. It fizzes, cold and sharp. He licks it off, his tongue hot and rough.

“Do this. It’s not right.” I laughed low, because nothing has ever felt as right as kissing her, and I touched my lips to hers. A sharp squeak buzzed through our connection, and I tugged lightly on her bottom lip with my teeth. Fuck, she tastes sweet, like candy and Moscato wine, like summer breaking through a fall day.

Honey. The taste of sweetness. And so much sugar that it can get you high. So sweet that it can get your brain numb and your senses zapping. Falling somewhere deep and the same moment when it hits you all with full force. A satisfied eye roll and head hang back while a moan escapes your lips. That is exactly what happened when Andreas pressed his lips on Annalise’s pink and soft ones. Digging his nail into the skin of her jaw, Andreas, forced her to wince and part her lips.

“I said a lot of things that night, including how you were the sweetest thing I had ever had. Of course, all of that was a lie. Surely, you didn’t think I was actually telling the truth?” He shook his head. “Will it kill you to be sweet just once? I mean, you’re asking to fuck me, can’t you conjure up any iota of sweetness?” I chuckled as I undid my zip. “You’ll get sweetness from Ivy, not from me. Sweetness doesn’t get you anything. Instead, it gets you played, it ruins you…”

I can feel her heartbeat as fast as mine, it's like we are in sync. We keep kissing when my hand travels up and loses one of her spaghetti straps. I free one of her breasts and play with the nipple, her moan grows louder. My kiss trails from her mouth to her cheek to her ear. "You are so pretty, Sweetness. I want to taste every inch of you," I whisper huskily in her ear. She is shivering, and her face reddens. I kiss her earlobe and lick it. Trail down with my tongue to her neck and her chest and down to the other breasts. I bite the dress and yank it down, exposing her perky boobs and pink, pointy nipple. I kiss the side of her breast slowly to her nipple.

I'm frozen, skin burning, chest heaving. He leans in one last time, his whisper threading through the noise. "Consider yourself saved." Saved. The word tastes bitter. Because it doesn't feel like salvation. It feels like exposure. Like humiliation. Like he just made me a pawn in a game I swore I'd never play. Before I can say anything, the bottle clinks again, laughter spilling over me like poison. The circle closes in, hungry for the next victim. But I can still feel his mouth on mine, his whisper in my ear, his eyes warning, daring, promising all at once.

He immediately caught my hand. "Now, I don't want you getting drunk on me." I gave him a cheeky grin. "Come on. Let me try just a little. It's a rare vacation. One won't hurt." His hands continued peeling shrimp as he gave me a mock glare. "Fine. But just a little." Excitedly, I popped the top and took a sip. Ugh. It was bitter. But very quickly, that was replaced by a sweet, savory sensation I couldn't quite name. I took a few more gulps. The bitterness began to fade, and I realized it was actually quite delicious.