Burning Spice Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

I stand up on my tippy toes and wrap my arms around his neck as I kiss him; I don't miss the growl that vibrates through his chest as he pulls me in tighter, wrapping his arms around me, taking control of the kiss and deepening it. When he steps back, we are both breathing hard; I move away from him and head over to the pantry and pull out a breakfast bar. I eat it, put the wrapper in the bin, grab a piece of fruit off the counter, and then make my way out into the backyard. I sit on the porch and flick through the pages of my spell book. I stop at what looks like a simple spell; I move away from the porch and grab a couple of small sticks, putting them on the ground away from anything else

Christiano pointed out "Even his dimples." I went red. "Geez, I was bored." I blushed "You were reading my books too." Xavier picked up the top book from the pile I had read on the table "Werewolves, romance, fantasy....have you read all of these?" I nodded. Xavier shook his head. "Bookworm." he teased me "Am not." I frowned at him folding my hands "Yes you are spitfire." he leaned on the table and folded his arms too "No I'm....spitfire?"

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

I chuckled softly, almost to myself. Demetria’s eyes softened. “Guess I did something right then.” “More than right,” I murmured, taking a bite. The taste was perfect, crisp edges, soft center, just the right sweetness. I couldn’t stop the small hum that escaped my throat. “Damn, Wildfire. You’ve just ruined every other cookie for me.” She laughed. “It’s literally cinnamon and butter, Marion.” “Yeah,” I said, picking up another and breaking off a piece. “Heavenly cinnamon and butter.”

Moreover, the cheese sprinkles and low-sugar and low-fat chocochips, which were Giselle's favorite, were very tempting to enjoy with refreshing orange juice. Occasionally, their conversation is interrupted by Sula and Giselle arguing. Especially when it comes to the schedule that they will be doing in the near future. It turned out that Giselle and Sula's schedules were almost the same, just different locations at the same destination. they agreed to leave together but there were arguments that occurred.

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

It is the smell of our past night, of her fulfilled promise, of her desire for me. She cries out, a small stifled cry, when my tongue finds her outline through the silk. The rough texture of the lace, the warmth and humidity beneath, the salty, metallic taste that permeates the fabric... It is a sacrilege. It is a communion. I lick her, slowly, with a worshipper's devotion, through the fabric, until it is soaked, transparent, clinging to her skin. Her moans fall upon me like burning rain. Her hands cling to my hair, pull me, press me against her.

We say a small prayer and Xander dishes up for himself and Noelle then we dish up for ourselves. "Oh my goodness." Lucia moans out, I look at her and raise an eyebrow. I take a bite of my food relishing in cheese that melts in my mouth and the mixture of everything tasting heavenly. I can't help but moan myself, I'll admit that I'm not much of a cook but this is better than I expected it to turn out. The after burn of the spices in it just add on, it's not too spicy but just right. "This is good," Xander comments.

The scent of him — clean soap mixed with the faint, natural musk of his skin wrapped around her, making her head spin. He reached for the plate of cookies, broke one in half, and held a piece gently to her lips. “Open up.” Her mouth parted slowly. When his fingers brushed her soft lips, it felt like fire. She chewed slowly, her eyes locked on his, watching as he brought the other half to his own mouth, his gaze never leaving hers. “Sweet,” he said, but his voice was low and thick, and he wasn’t talking about the cookie.

I nod my head, because I believe false gestures are less cruel than false words. "Just be honest," she pleads. No. No way. I'm leaning against the kitchen jamb, meanwhile, Angelic is behind the counter, in front of the stove. In my right hand is something she just cooked. Angelic said they were chocolate chip cookies. She said they were Christmas cookies. But honestly, I still haven't found the taste of chocolate, just burnt dough and sadness. This is really bad. In fact, bad is an understatement. It's a disgrace.