A Touch Of Sweetness Novel Free Novels & Stories

Giselle's heart skipped a beat as Chester's hand moved. She stood still and stared at him intently. Chester's hand extended past her, gently brushing aside the stray strands of hair from her face and tucking them behind her ear. His fingertips grazed her cheek, leaving a tingling sensation on her skin. Giselle's lashes fluttered at the touch. The intimate interaction filled Finley with jealousy, her emotions mirroring Charlotte's bitterness. However, Finley couldn't intervene or reprimand him. Her noble upbringing prevented her from acting rashly or revealing her true feelings.

I was hard again down there. Damn! "The money, it's too much. I don't need it anymore. The Russian was paid, I was supposed to be done with this sugar thing. But you're too fucking sexy to resist." I grab her neck and pulled her back for the kiss, she peeled her lips from mine moments later.

Aria felt herself surrender to the sensations, her breath hitching as his touch lingered, the syrup cool yet thrilling against her heated flesh. With each deliberate movement, he explored her body like an artist applying the final strokes to a masterpiece. The sticky sweetness clung to her skin, mingling with the intoxicating warmth radiating from his fingertips. She arched toward him, craving more, the world around them fading into a blur as their connection deepened. The simple act of tracing the syrup transformed into a sensuous dance, where every glide and every press of his fingers became a promise of the pleasures yet to unfold.

I will go crazy if this goes on. I quickly make myself a hot cup of coffee and turn on my laptop. A private message from my new favorite reader pops up. hopelessromantic❤️ Hey... I am eagerly waiting for your next book. So stop it with the torture already... I crave a taste of your books. Couldn't the whole world be like this? Kind and sweet to the other person. Maybe that is just the cure to the countless forms of hate in this world. Just kindness and sweetness and lots of love. You do not know how the comment brought a smile to my face and instantly changed my mood.

“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.

Does it taste as sweet? Elaina lifted one leg, planting the sole of the flat boot she wore on the silk comforter without a second thought. She pushed at her leggings, lifting her hips and yanking them down with the one free hand, because it was going to be way too painful to remove the other hand from her breast. It was awkward and required a lot of moving to get it right, but she finally had the leggings down to the one ankle that was up on the bed. It is sweet. He continued as if he knew she was now open and ready. It’s sweet and you want to be tasted, devoured. You want full consumption and a release that will leave you wilted and sated.

“Sweet and a little desperate. Bet Sage tastes even sweeter, like those herbal teas she drinks all the time.” Before I could respond, Nova shifted, sliding down my body until her shoulders were between my thighs. She pushed my legs wider, hands gripping the soft flesh there, and blew a cool breath over my heated center. “My turn to taste,” she announced, voice playful again. “Hold still for me… or don’t. I like it when you squirm.”

I lay there spread-eagled, m tank top bunched under my arms, skin glistening with sweat, the candles guttering low. The storm still raged outside, but inside my apartment the air felt thick and charged. My body hummed with a satisfaction I had never allowed myself to feel before. I traced lazy circles over my swollen, sensitive clit with two fingers, marveling at how the lightest touch could still send sparks racing up my spine. A slow, secret smile curved my lips.

Hello Lovely People! Don't forget to Rate my book with 5 stars, share your voice in the comment section and share my book. Also read my other book, 'Wounded and Bounded'. Now dive in. Love, Krystal GoodNovel *** Everything around me was moving. I could feel it. Under my head, I could sense something, a little hard along with the softness. My body was although laying but I still felt uncomfortable and whatever was covering me at the top like a blanket was definitely not a blanket as it was too short, covering my arms only.