Novel & Cerita Amour Aesthetics

He stopped speaking, contemplated me and then nodded, lowering his gaze, “sure. You have all the right to. I apologise again. I shouldn't have…” “No, Amor. You don't have to apologise. Trust me, they are beautiful, but I am not this pretty anymore. I am filled with scars,” I said. “The Zeve you loved, the body that allured you... has changed a lot.” I said, gliding my hand from my breasts to my belly. Amor didn’t say a word and quietly sat, tensing his brows, clenching and unclenching his jaws. “Aquus entella,” I whispered, and a thick mist formed over all those portraits. When the mist faded, all that was left was a smear of paint.

He looked down at me and seductively licked his lips while starting to rub my clit. “Ohhh!!!” I moaned at the burning sensation. He bent down, giving me a deep kiss before looking into my eyes. Once his other finger made contact with my bare pussy, he started rubbing my clit with a little more pressure, my moans started flowing out. HIs eyes not only felt seductive and intense but alone, intimate and romantic. His kiss held so much passion that it made my heart race and my moans against his lips synced perfectly with his groans against mine.

When he finally took off the vest underneath, I felt my mouth go dry. Aamon's eyes met mine, a hint of an arrogant" Am sexy and I know it smile" playing on his lips. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and husky making it harder for me to breath. I swallowed hard, trying to look away but unable to tear my gaze from his chiseled physique. How could the moon goddess give one man such a perfect body, this wasn't fair at all to the rest of the male species. Aamon's smile grew wider, and he took a step closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine.

Heat rose to her neck. “I meant creatively,” she said quickly. “Surviving creative burnout.” A tense silence followed. The kind designed to make people unravel. The man on the right flipped through her portfolio. “Your aesthetic is darker than we’re used to. But compelling. There’s a sense of edge… control.” “I think luxury is about tension,” Aria said. “Desire without safety. Wanting what you shouldn’t have.” The woman narrowed her eyes, but didn’t disagree. “Mr. Vale will want to approve any final shortlist,” she said.

Cafe Del Amour was a large cafe that doubled as an art gallery. The scenery was especially beautiful at night, with a simulation of the Aurora Borealis overlooking the top to down French style windows. Jennifer gasped as they walked in to the refreshing scent of chocolate tainted with a hint of roses, and a smile widened her lips again. It warmed Elijah's heart just seeing her so happy with the gesture. "Do you like it?" She shook her head. "I love it. It's so beautiful."