Amor Doce 소설 & 이야기

It’s truly amazing to be out like this, I have to say I have missed going out on dates. Rose is at a sleepover at her cousins so we stay out late. After dinner, we take a stroll through the city while laugh and talk about stuff by the time we get home it’s late but not quite tired. “I bought us something.” Liam says as soon as we enter inside our home. “You did?” He produces a bottle of champagne and a box of my favorite chocolates. “I think we should celebrate.” My heart swells. “What are we celebrating?” I ask. His eyes hold mine. “Let’s see being married to the most beautiful woman in the world.” He says and I laugh. He bends, and his lips take mine to softly kiss me, and my knees nearly

He was so near that she now smelled his sweet perfume , the body perfume which was now making her become weaker and to make it worse with the position they were in she realized that his chest was resting on one of her breasts . Author's note To be continued ............

We go to our locker rooms to change, but this was not the way it was all supposed to happen. Walking out of the locker rooms Bram is waiting in the hall, he turns and gives a half man hug and says, “Man, bro, thanks for helping my sister. She looked really freaked out. I do not even know what is going to happen now. Can you believe the Amory is dead?” I will not tell him yet, but his sister is my mate. I feel like her and I need to talk first, especially after she seems not to recognize me as her mate.

Lorenzo tried to say something but she was quick to cut him off. "I know you love milkshakes." She said and offered me a tight smile as if I would not get suspicious of her weird actions just like that. Lorenzo heaved out a sigh and nodded, deciding not to probe the matter further. But I know better. He hates milkshakes. He does not like the taste and smell of milk in it. Hence, the all species. Maybe this is also a reason for my sudden liking towards milkshake. "Just bring us two Americano." I told her and she opened her mouth to protest but I was quick to add, "Please."

"I understand. You're not to be blamed. You're not used to all this" Amelia thanked him for understanding. He threw a sweet to his mouth and asked to give her one. She took it from him and tossed it inside of his mouth. "How does it taste?" It started out pleasant but soon, Amelia frowned. There was a strange smell coming from the sweet's wrapper. " What is this?" "Well, you said you wanted an ice cream. It might be easy to get one right now but there are sweets here. They are crescent's moon rocks. Sweet as they could ever be"

"What made you do this, Anor ?" She gulp "I just felt like doing something for my master" My thumb freeze on her and I take her in. She's peace. There's some sort of comfort and heat that comes from being in her presence. "I thought you'll like it" I lower my head and take her nipple between my teeth. Amor gives a shaky exhale. I lift up, squeeze up the other breast and take it into my mouth. Sugar and frost explode all over my tongue.

His face is a work of art, not just any art, but the masterpiece, with carved high cheekbones, a strong jawline and sensual lips, like a myth Greek god. His cologne crushing the scent of others, and his dark piercing eyes held an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine, and his rich and thick dark hair crowns his divine features with perfection. “He is fucking handsome” I said to Sarah as he came closer, radiating danger and crushing beauty. “You should do anything to get him in your bed, he’s the one I can’t get, and that is the one you should taste, my friend.” Sarah whispered to me. “Hi Jackson, this is Gloria” Sarah said to him as he got to where we stood.

Tearing my eyes away from his, I turn and continue dancing with Jo. Aimee comes over to us with three shots of green apple sours. “Drink up, Bish!” We clink our glasses and take the shots. I wince when the liquid burns my insides. ‘Despacito’ starts thundering through the speakers. I’m laughing hard at Jo whispering something in my ear when I back up against something warm and firm. Jo’s eyes go wide when she sees whoever it is behind me. I give her a wary look, and she presses her lips together and smiles, backing away.

Frost Hot. Wet. Sweet So fucking sweet. Amora’s lips are the best thing I’ve ever felt. Ever tasted. I crush my mouth to hers, wrapping my arms around her lithe, muscular body as I pin her more tightly against me. I’m drowning in her. Or maybe I’m the ocean, and she’s the one drowning. The need that rises inside me is so sharp and acute that I’m afraid I might hurt her. I try to force my arms to relax. To let her go. To let her breathe.

Something beautiful, subtle, unyielding. After hanging up, I opened a browser tab and typed in the number from memory—Trésor Cacao, her favorite chocolate place. She used to sneak out of dorms to buy their truffles, swearing Madame Eloïse made them with some kind of magic. A woman answered in her soft French-laced tone. “Bonjour, Trésor Cacao.” “It’s Damien von Adler. I’d like to send an order house truffles, please. Champagne ganache and dark cherry.”