A Touch Of Sweetness Novel Free Novels & Stories

My woman can be so easily entrapped in her task that she forgets the rest of the world around her. I inhaled deeply, pocketing most of her sweet scent, which set a chain reaction of fuzziness in my chest. Then I drew closer to her, causing my chest to rub against the small of her back. Tessa froze as sparks blew between us like fireworks. She tried to be as quiet as possible, but her gasp didn’t evade my ears as my palm brushed over her smooth skin before reaching for the book she wanted.

"Please, mistress, you have been unwell. Allow me to assist you." "Stay where you are," Grace warned her. Until she figured out what was going on, she would trust no one. And without trust, there would be no touching. The girl froze in place. "Whatever you order, mistress. Did you want me to get something for you?" "No, uh, I just want to grab something from over there." Grace trudged forward. The mat fibers were as soft as they seemed and nuzzled her bare feet, tickling the sensitive regions between her toes. She walked slowly, allowing the uncertainty to drain from her abused limbs. By the time she swiped up the book and turned, she felt normal. Still, the girl had not moved. Her arm exten

The iron tang of her blood is strong and sweet. It tastes, Zane thinks, like forever should. And this my lovely readers is the end of the book. Please check out my new work A Secret Baby For the Alpha Quarterback.

He reached past me, grabbed the printout held it up between us with one hand while the other kept teasing me through my panties, applying slow maddening pressure. “Read the headline,” he said. My voice came out shaky. “‘Unlock Summer: Bold Flavors, Zero Guilt’…” He hummed against my neck, approving. Fingers slipped under the lace now found my bare clit. Circled once. “Keep going.” I tried as much as I could, to keep my voice steady. “‘Our new line of low-sugar… ah…’” He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them forward to hit that spot that made my toes curl in my heels.

The gentle kiss that we started soon turned into a passionate and hard one as I took her face between my hands and shove mt tongue inside her mouth, exploring the new territory. She tastes like the sun, light and rainbows. She tastes like all the things I have always kept myself away from. But now when I have got a taste of it I don't think I can ever get enough. She clutches tighter onto my shirt, as I taste her lips that feels softer than anything I have ever come across like biting into a cotton candy. She tastes so fucking sweet, effortlessly sweet. And, I can't bring myself to let her go without the urge of devouring her whole with this kiss. The raindrops on her face slides down to he

She sighed sadly as she stood in the center of the lovely room and gently turned around to look at its contents, thinking it would be like him to do such a thing. She walked up to the desk and noticed a tiny table behind it housing a contemporary typewriter. She stroked the keys cautiously, recoiling a bit at the sense of warmth they generated, almost as if Michael had just used the machine, and wondered why Michael hadn't bought a computer, which would have been a big benefit to him given the volume of work he cranked out. She quickly withdrew her hand, disappointed by the momentary sensation of pleasure she had experienced. She clamped her lips together, resolute to resist the charismatic

It was ownership—her grip tightening around the last thing she could still keep from him. The room tilted again as he tried to push himself forward—tried to make his body obey the urgency in his mind—and his strength betrayed him in the same instant. He drew in a breath too quickly, too shallow, the way drowning men do when they break the surface. At first he only tasted the usual bitterness—herbs, wax, medicine—familiar as a prison. Then something sweeter threaded through it. Faint. Almost imagined. He blinked hard, breath hitching. The sweetness lingered anyway, clinging to the back of his throat like a film. It didn’t belong with the herbs. It was too smooth for sickness. Too deliberate.

She angrily wiped away her tears. “Babe you are what I want, I swear I was just about to tell the girl I was taken when you walked in. I love you and only you” I walked towards her as I spoke and started to remove my clothes so that I could join her in the shower “Please believe me, I want you to be my luna” I reached out to touch her, but the Alpha command was still in place and my arm would not move “Please say I can touch you again” I begged

Hot air breathed through my face; I was aware people of the people near me yet no one dared to touch a single hair. There were a lot of murmurs but they were mixed ups that when they reached me, everything was already muddled. And I only get to grasp parts of it. This one is different, she’s a stunning beauty that’s for sure. I heard she’s Yulian’s, he has a taste that’s for sure. Do you think she’ll last like the last one? It will be lost if she doesn’t. I hope she doesn’t end up like that wench. Stop that nonsense. Won’t you die to touch this beauty here?

She felt a weird sensation of where his fingers came in contact with his skin. Looking into his dark eyes of her mate. Harlow couldn't help but mentally sigh at how wonderful it felt to just near him. Something was swimming in his eyes, but she couldn't make out what it was. It was hard holding in the temptation of touching his face and tracing his gorgeous features, those luscious full lips that-