A Touch Of Sweetness Free Novels & Stories

"Hi, Butterfly, You're the first woman to beat me at my own game. I like that about you. You are feisty. You have saved your diner. And not because I wanted a diner inside of that restaurant. But because you put me in a hot spot. People would complain about me if I did not return to the restaurant. Everybody will say that I am heartless. I must admit that I have underestimated you. However, there's one thing you need to know. I was teasing you when I said you could save the diner if you married me. I like you. I would love to get to know you better. I understand you do not believe in love as much as I don't. We might as well go out together and have fun. I promise I will not touch you if you

She didn't know if she was alive or dead but she was not on earth. "Oh God Liam please no more!" She couldn't handle the sensations; it was too much for her but Liam didn't stop. She tasted sweet there as if he was tasting a candy. Liam hates sweetness but today he was ready to eat as much as he could. He had waited too long for the moment. This was heaven for him.

“You live because of me. That should taste sweeter than any syrup.” Her touch was cool, almost cold. The scent of her, sweet and metallic at once, threatened to choke me. I wanted to recoil, to slap her hand away, to scream that this wasn’t medicine, that I could feel something darker sliding beneath my skin. But I forced my lips into a smile. “You’re right,” I whispered. “It does.”

A game of chess with water. He closed the distance until the space between us was the width of a heartbeat. “So you tasted freedom and found it…sweet?” He reached out, not touching, just letting his fingers hover near the fabric at my shoulder. The air between us charged like two poles of a magnet. I swallowed. “It tasted like food,” I said. It was the truth, but it wasn’t the whole truth. I wanted to say: it tasted like the part of me you never let me keep. I wanted to tell him how the silk felt, how the coffee warmed something in me that had been cold for so long. I wanted to spit the words at him and watch them stick.

She cries out. I suck her bundle of nerves into my mouth as I slide a second finger into her. That’s all it takes for her to scream my name as her orgasm washed over her. I slip my fingers from her body and suck every last drop of her juices from them. I close my eyes as her sweet peach flavour coats my tongue. “You taste so sweet my flower,” I said to her,

Show me. She unwrapped the dessert carefully, the rich aroma of chocolate filling the space. Placing it on a nearby counter, she scooped a small portion onto a spoon, her movements deliberate. As she offered it to him, their fingers brushed—slow, teasing, the contact sending a warm spark up her arm. She didn't pull back immediately, and neither did he. His touch lingered, rough from the day's work, contrasting the smoothness of her skin.

I melted in the sweetness of this kiss and his scent. Is this a male stripper... My second chance?!

“Fuck everything, I want you right now.” He dipped his head in the crook of her neck, getting aroused by that sour fragrance of oranges rising from her hot skin. The sourness of orange and the sweetness of vanilla found in the heat of her body made her serve like a pie.

“What do you taste?” “I can’t quite put my finger on it. But there is a hint of something sweet like cherries mixed with something tart like raspberries. But it’s not unpleasant. Why isn’t it bitter, though?” “Because it’s not that store-bought shit or the over-priced city crap. Now, do this.”