Cioccolata And Secco Novels & Stories

However, everyone tried their best to hide their shock. "Ms. Becca Rodrigues, please tell me about yourself. And what is the name of the disk which you have prepared?" "Hello, sir, My name is Becca Rodrigues.", She replied in English but with a Portuguese accent. A scowl appeared on my face, hearing all the tons of lies. About everything, but then I reminded myself that this was an act. "The welcome drink I have prepared Cachaca, made from fermented sugarcane juice and is best known as the fiery kick in caipirinhas, I have prepared fried bar snacks as a starter, and as a main course, I have prepared Barbecued meat, and last but not least, I have prepared Brigadeiros in a dessert."

He called after her. She walked into the kitchen to get it. When she came back Marco had finished the treat. “Just like my mother used to make.” He grinned sipping coffee. “I’m glad you like it. What other recipes can I try.” Marco cleared his throat. “So many. There’s Torta Caprese,Cannoli-“ He coughed again. “Do you want some water?” Eleni asked. "No I'm fine. Another favorite of mine is Cassata Siciliana…”

I leaned back, closing my eyes to savor it. When I opened them, I found Mason staring down at me. His expression wasn't cold anymore—it was hungry. A blush scorched my cheeks. "You like it," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "I do," I stammered. "What’s the secret ingredient?" "Amaretto," he said. "Apricot and bitter almond. It cuts through the darkness." "It's perfect," I said, holding his gaze as I used my thumb to wipe a fleck of foam from my lip.

My body was literally basking in the warmth of the sun and the breeze just gave off a serene feeling. I tilted my head and spotted Dante through the window coming out with a large spherical tray. He came out and placed it infront of me. It contained two oval shaped cups of chocolate drink and a circular plate filled with what seemed like chicken nuggets. The aroma evolving from it was heavenly. I couldn't wait to bring it to my taste buds. "Hmm they smell lovely" I groaned with a watery mouth. "These my dear wife are called Crocchette di pollo e ricotta, a dish filled with chicken and ricotta"

I whispered with a mocking edge, locking my eyes onto his. "And by that, I mean... things other than that untamed, centimeter-perfect cobra of yours that was just testing the absolute limits of my tightness down there..." Matteo let out a low, wicked smirk at my anatomical assessment. But he didn’t stop there; he slowly brought his thick, calloused fingers to his lips and, looking dead into my eyes, greedily sucked away the heavy trace of my feminine fluids left on his hand. In that instant, the rich scent of chocolate and premium cigars flared up in my senses all over again.

“She likes fluffy.” I swatted him with a napkin and he grinned like the devil. The rest of the tasting went the same way, bites of cake, tiny sips of sparkling juice, and kisses that made me forget why we were even there. I felt like the whole world had melted into buttercream and laughter and the warmth of Adriano’s touch. We were down to the last two slices. The bakery assistant placed them on the table, “This one is dark chocolate espresso with a caramel core,” she said, “And the other is vanilla bean with honeycomb crunch.”

Just the right arrangement. "Ossobuco alla Milanese as the main dish, panzanella salad as the side, focaccia linguria as snack, burrata cheese, spicy summer as cocktail, limoncello as the digestivo, classic almond cake for dessert and of course, water!" Expensively and deliciously sumptuous, huh.

“I even got some accessories to go with them! I have nutella, hazelnut spread, cinnamon sugar, and champurrado!” “Thank you!” I eagerly went for a cup of champurrado and a churro. I happily gulped down a mouthful of the sweet beverage. As the hot liquid warmed my body in a comforting flush, I dunk the churro into the nutella and chomped down on the sweet treat that was in my grasp.

She gently took Carter's coffee and placed it beside her own, pointing to the black coffee and labelling it 'Arte', while labelling the mocha 'Apollo'. "They're both coffee. They do the same thing, but their flavours and processes are different, perhaps even the speed at which they work and the strength. If Arte is the darkest of voids, Apollo is the most radiant of lights. Arte absorbs all, Apollo pours in. Imagine them like a yin and yang," Khione smiled. Carter nodded, eyebrows slightly knitted in deep thought.

She popped one into her mouth anyway, moaning softly as she savored the rich, chocolatey sweetness. “Delicious,” she grinned, chewing slowly, savoring the chocolate. Cristiano stepped closer, one hand slipping from his pocket as his thumb lifted to her face, gently brushing the corner of her mouth to wipe away the smudge of chocolate. Maintaining eye contact, he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked it clean. “Umm… actually, it’s delicious,” he murmured, his deep, sexy voice making Siena’s heartbeat stutter and her core throb uncontrollably.