A Touch Of Sweetness Novels & Stories

“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.”

Yvette’s initiative made Lance lose some control over his restraint and coolness earlier. Her arms clung to his shoulders, soft and boneless but with a fatal attraction. The initiative was completely taken away from her. However, the next second, he immediately understood what “sweetness” tasted like. Indeed, it was sweet. It was sweeter than any cigarette he tasted before. The sweetness penetrated his bones. He forgot the taste of the cigarette earlier and only remembered the “sweetness” in front of him. It was a taste that made him go out of control.

CHAPTER 41 The last remnants of sweetness lingered in the air long after the dessert plates were cleared away. Nancy leaned back, her fingertips gently tracing an invisible path on the polished wood table. The rich, comforting taste of cocoa and cream still coated her tongue, a stark contrast to the knot of tension that had marked the start of her day.

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.

She pouted adorably. "Maybe next time I should really tie you up. How's your bruises baby?" She pushed me back to the kitchen counter. Her raspy voice and her sexy words had woken up my other half. She was smiling wickedly, as she touched me and making me moan. Then she abruptly let me go, to get the coffee. Sexy morning tease! I lifted her up to the kitchen table, and start kissing her neck. "It's good mistress, but I will be better if you would stop with your tease, and touch me again." I deliberately said her favorite nickname, she smirked but continue drinking her coffee.

Everyone has the right to fall, except her. Everyone saw Katherine like that, so they did not dare to discuss or express their opinion. They understand that Home Sweet Home restaurant is literally a real home for all employees, so they always know how to share with each other in any situation. Katherine instructs Kenny to focus on the new dish and then turns to Krik to instruct him to make the special sauce again. The kitchen of the Home Sweet Home restaurant is still operating normally, as if there was not any dust that crept into that place.

he questioned, not getting what she meant. “I mean, see the silky skin. It is also very creamy. Do you know the funniest part? They are very sweet when you bite into them, but as time goes on, you start feeling the faint taste of bitterness due to the caramel. The amazing thing is, it is this bitterness that makes you want to eat more, so you can taste the sweetness to eradicate the bitterness, then you feel the bitterness, and you take another round of bite for sweetness, the cycle is interesting, and it is just like our relationship right now”, she expressed with a serious tone as she said the last line.

I feel a surge of comfort and security like I've been enveloped in a warm embrace. I lean into his touch, craving more of the connection that sparks between us. His hand lingers, a gentle pressure on my skin as if he's anchoring me to the present moment. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us suspended in a bubble of intimacy. The touch is fleeting, yet its impact resonates deep within me.

“Because I can’t hate you back. God knows I’ve tried.” The world tilts. His words sink straight into the part of me I’ve been trying to armor. I don’t move when he lifts a hand, fingers brushing my jaw, tentative but firm enough to make me shiver. The rough calluses scrape lightly against my skin, and the warmth of his touch makes my pulse stumble. “This is insane,” I breathe. “Yeah,” he murmurs. His thumb traces along my cheekbone. “So stop me.” I should. Every cell in my body screams at me to push him away, to remind myself why I’m here. But when his face dips closer, the fight drains out of me. My body leans in before my mind catches up.

I was not shaking from fear, but from something electrifying, something that tasted incredibly sweet but yet burned my tongue. “Da–Damian…”