A Touch Of Sweetness Free Novels & Stories

"You love me right, you do love me right?" "Russelli..." "Trust me." I cupped her cheek with my hands and stared at her flawless face. "We would be free to love each other the way we want, far away from here, together.." I wiped off her tears with the tip of my fingers and her lips parted. "I am pushing you too far, I don't want to separate you from your father." She spoke in a hoarse voice and I could feel the pain she felt through her soft voice. "No you are not, just for once, let us live freely even if the world disagrees with it." I embrace her shoulder in a tight grip. "Don't say no, we will leave after my music tomorrow." I leaned back and gave her an assuring smile.

She had always been in control even the first time she had kissed him she was in full control of her emotions but now all that flew out the window and the kiss became even deeper. He explored the inside of her mouth. She tasted sweet like cotton candy in the morning. The forbidden fruit that you should never taste. He felt her lean into the kiss and became even more dominant. The kiss invaded her thought all she could think about was him and how much she fucking loved the feel of him next to her. She was holding his shirt for lives sake while he was supporting her waste. When he finally let her go. She was panting and out of breath. "You like it."

The sickening sweetness in the scent of an omega can only be suppressed by taking pills and trying to keep down your scent was like trying to hide from the sky. I moved around a bit stretching my hand and successfully opened the bedside drawer. I couldn't find water anywhere but luckily I was able to find three pills in the drawer. Which was more than enough. Releasing a relieved sigh, I tossed the very bitter pills inside my mouth chewing and swallowing them in ignoring the bitterness. I could remember whenever accidentally the pills touched my taste buds I would complain to Joss and ask for sweets. But at that moment the bitterness was way better and sweeter than the fear I had inside.

Isabella dug her nails into my skin, the creaking filling the car and drowning out the outside world. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her chest rising and falling in quick succession, her full breasts brushing against my shirt with the temptation of a soft-core show. I noticed her size was exactly what I expected and how easy it was to conquer her. Owning her. Once and for all. But my brain realized that she was the friend of my enemy... the forbidden one, and the one not to be touched. Touched. I had touched her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and carried her out of Beau Maxwell's club. The vibrations had already coated the underside of my skin and gathered in my core to form a dema

he asked me sweetly. I smiled and nodded at him. "Absolutely! Thank you for this." A sweet smile spread across Josh's lips. "You know what, my Yeobo? If Korea has K-pop, and the Philippines has P-pop. Do you know what I have?" "Huh? What?" He leaned closer to my ear and whispered, "I have the popwer to make you happy," he said, making me smile. When he pulled away, I was surprised when he suddenly raised his hand in front of my face, and from there, a sparkling necklace emerged.

"This is our home! Selene isn't back yet, so I won't let you do this to our home! Tell me—where did she go? Tell me!" Seeing how frantic he was, the lawyer sighed and said, "Ms. Adkins left a message for you. She said, 'With my heart long dead, where does love belong? A heart that has been shattered can never be pieced back together—just like how a past flame cannot be rekindled.' "So… Mr. Langley, you should let go." Jacob felt as if a hole had been carved into his chest, the cold air stabbing at his lungs with unbearable pain. A wave of dizziness hit him just then, sending a shiver down his spine.

I was suddenly overwhelmed with my own emotions and the sensations his touch provided. His fingers pinched my nipple under the fabric and I gasped with pleasure. I wanted him more than anything. The doubts that had haunted me suddenly felt insignificant. I didn't care if this desire was one-sided; I was willing to be consumed by it, to be used in whatever way he saw fit. He could use me for— "Let's forget about her," he whispered in my ear, voice like a soothing balm, calming the storm of my thoughts. "She's not worth our time. I'm here with you, and I want you."

Mike warned her before she could carry on. Sarah gritted her teeth, heaving her anger. Mike bent down to untie her legs when his nose grazed the sweet smell of chocolate on her shiny legs, hitting him hard. Deep exhale swirled on her thighs, clenching a bit higher than it should. His eyes drooped off, inhaling the smell again. This time, with conscious bad intentions. When he opened up, there was no longer anger in it.

He was so obviously fond of the family that she had no reason to think he was exploiting them, and she gave him one small bonus for having the good sense to recognize their worth. However, at the end of an excellent dessert of wine, fruit, and cheese, she tensed as Mandy jumped up from her chair and went behind Michael to hug him and kiss his temple. Estel thought Michael would have had to be a saint not to have been affected by such temptation, and there was no doubt in her mind that Michael was not a saint.

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."