Amorous Perfume Novels & Stories

My eyes scanned the bottle filled with peach liquid, perfectly designed with a black lid and an intricately crafted black tag that read the inscription, 'Jasmin Bonheur', a scented product of Guerlain. "It reminds me of your sensual scent. I just wanted to replicate it." He spoke up and a grin slowly formed on my face. "I love it." I professed, reaching for the last and smallest box. Something about this particular box made me overly nervous. I didn't know why. I could tell it was really special to him judging by the look on his face. It heightened my impatience to see what was in it.

"Okay, sir, there are one hundred and twenty-eight thousand in total. Would you like to swipe the card or scan the code?" Zion didn't care about the price. He had plenty of money, but such a small amount of money cost more than 120,000. It could be seen that it was designed by famous pilgrims. "Who is the perfumer of this perfume?" "It's Aimy." Zion wrote down the name of this girl. After he opened the mobile phone and scanned the code, he checked the person's personal information on the Internet and found her contact information. He didn't care whether he would scare the other party by saying hello as a hacker. He directly said, "I need you to supply me with the perfume of the Ocean's Heart

"So you can hold me down and remind me who I belong to." His jaw flexed, his fingers tightening around the leather. "You want that, angel?" "I crave it." The second box. "The Gift of Smell." I leaned in, licking my lips slowly, watching his grip tighten. “This is my scent. The one I wear when I want you to lose control.” My voice was a whisper, thick with promise. “A mix of Roja Parfums – Roja Haute Luxe… and me.” His eyes snapped to mine.

“Is this a new… perfume?” I smiled, a playful spark in my eyes. “I’m glad you noticed. I wanted you to have a new taste of paradise—and remember this trip for a long time. It’s almond, bergamot, jasmine, rose, cocoa, cashmere, wood, tonka beans, and just a touch of vanilla.” I smirked, letting the teasing linger. Then my expression turned serious. “Talking about last night… What exactly did Domenico mean? Why did he accuse you? Have you… hit someone before?”

The only thing she could see was his arm, straining the black fabric of his dress shirt, the watch, and some tattoos that were exposed on his hand. "Here's the list of perfumes and cosmetics you should give her. I'll provide them myself, only these. Never give her anything different," he demanded, handing over a paper and a box. "Amore del pesco" (peach love). She quickly understood it was an Italian perfume. She heard heavy and quick footsteps behind her and saw Matheus and Caio coming in a flurry. Caio grabbed Molly by the collar of her dress, silently dragging her away from the door, while Matheus burst into the room almost knocking down the door.

With that ability, I could have any woman eating out of the palm of my hand—literally. Excited, I added the "Hand of Arousal" to my cart and continued browsing. Another item piqued my interest: "Hypnotic Perfume" for $300,000. This perfume claimed to release pheromones that could subtly influence the wearer's surroundings, making them more suggestible and compliant. It was a perfect complement to the Hand of Arousal, ensuring that any woman I touched would be putty in my hands.

“For you.” Lucian glanced at the roses. His expression didn’t change, but Artemis noticed the subtle flicker of attention in his gaze. “And this,” Artemis added, placing the perfume next to the flowers. “Something I thought might suit you.” Lucian reached for the bottle, fingers brushing the glass like he already knew its worth. “Dignified Privée,” he said, a note of surprise breaking through his calm. “This is…” “Rare,” Artemis supplied. “And perfect for you.”

I was his lawfully wedded wife, and I was going to do everything within my power to stay that way. I applied a bold red lipstick and some concealer to cover the hickeys since the dress was one that alluringly exposed my cleavage and shoulders. I dabbed on a bit of perfume, which had a warm and intoxicating scent. It was a mix of creamy vanilla, amber, and a hint of orange blossom. It had a lush garden sweetness to it, with subtle overtones of wild rose and bergamot. It was more than simply a perfume; it was a sensation, like being wrapped in something delicious sensual, and comforting.

He said with a little smile plastered on his face. My honey brown eyes pierced into his forest green beautiful eyes. It was hard to pretend like I didn't understand what he was talking about. "I don't want to know yet." I muttered. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards, turning his smile into a bigger one. His hand left my waist, even though I wanted it to be there forever. His hold on my waist screamed "possessive". I also loved the way we were close to each other. I could smell his familiar cologne. He smelt of bergamot, lemon and blackcurrant. The addition of oakmoss and ambrette seed gives his cologne a rich, sexy foundation that seems to melt into the skin.

“Perhaps we should discuss this somewhere more private, Your Majesty?” “Just fucking tell me.” The scientist glanced at his Beta, who nodded. “My suspicions were correct, Your Majesty. The perfume contains synthetic pheromones designed to mimic the chemical signature of a fated mate bond.”