Amor Doce Novels & Stories

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.”

And as his last message denies giving up its stinging effects, I’m left with eyes stung by tears… again. “Fuck.” I don’t want to cry. I have done enough of that already. But every word, every pause, every intonation that comes with ‘Love, whatever you see after now, know that what we have is not a deception. I’ll remain the man you adore, the same one that cherishes you. Now and forever. Te Amo’ carries a share of turbulence fierce enough to slit through mountains.

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.

“It’s called the Estrella del Mar. I want to see you, mi amor.” I couldn’t resist that purring voice. “Give me fifteen minutes,” I said.

Ce simple geste suffit à faire calmer la jeune femme nerveuse. -Je t'ai donné ma parole mon amour, si ma mère essaie de vous faire du mal moi même je te conduirai chez ta mère et ta tante. lui promet Hendrick les yeux rivés aux siens. La jeune femme lui caresse tendrement le visage de sa main avant de se pencher pour déposer un chaste baiser sur ses lèvres. Un chaste baiser qu'il approfondie en tirant doucement les cheveux de la jeune femme. Un geste anodin qui a toujours l'effet d'exciter la jeune femme. À l'abri des regards indiscrets, dans cette habitacle aux vitres teintées, cette dernière entrelace ses doigts derrière la nuque de Hendrick, le ramenant plus près d'elle. Les mains de Hend

"I-I'm.. I'm sorry, Amara but.. I can't love you back." Her heart broke instantly on what he said. It was broken that it made her suddenly out of breath. Like she's drowning at at the deepest part of the ocean and no one would be there to save her but only one face is flashing on her mind while still trying to breathe for air. It was Helios'. MAYLENE IS COOKING 'adobo' (a famous Filipino food) while looking at Amalia who looks really unwell and just staring at the window. Amalia looks like she's thinking something deep that's why Maylene didn't bother to disturb her.

He growled as we circled each other. ************************************* “He hurt you… didn’t he?” Blake said in a soft voice as his face morphed into one of concern and hurt. “I’m about to hurt you if you don’t back the F*ck away from her.” A deep voice boomed from the door. ************************************* “I’ve never heard a piece so beautiful before.” I said as I sat down next to him on the bench. “What’s it called?” I asked quietly. “It’s called Amour.” Ace said softly as his thumb wiped the tear away from my eye.

For that specific activity, the students will be tasked to concoct a love liqueur and it is called the Flask de Amore. The Flask de Amore does not create actual love, but instead ostensibly cause the drinker to become strongly infatuated and romantically obsess over the person who gave them the said love liqueur. It is usually either forced upon someone or covertly given. Since this potion is tasteless in nature, it could be easily hidden in foods or drinks without the knowledge or consent of the person receiving them. As a result, the person is unknowingly taking the love liqueur.

His voice was low, natural, and completely devoid of any commanding pressure. "Good morning, Alpha," Amora replied professionally, keeping her tone polite but distant. She didn't want to show him how much her heart had softened after watching him sleep on the cold floor to protect her. "What can I get for you today? The cinnamon rolls just came out of the oven." Duncan looked at the massive stacks of pastries, then looked directly into her emerald eyes. "I’ll take everything." Amora blinked, her hand freezing over the paper bags. "Excuse me?"