Novel & Cerita Her Scent, His Sin

Even homes were perilous if there was a single individual similar to Senator Peter. “Your father is a good man. I liked him. He is doing great work for this society. We need more like him. For the sake of your father, I am ready to forget and forgive your little mistake.” He lowered his head to my neck and took a deep breath. “But let me make this clear, Grace. I like you too, and I want you. And I have the habit of getting what I want. This time it's you, diamond. So, next time when I am trying to kiss you, don't fucking kick me in my balls.” Suddenly something cold touched my shoulder. Did this bastard just lick me?

This was wrong, my mind whispered, but why? Why did it feel that way when Sinclair didn't care while fucking my sister? Did he ever wonder how I felt? His scent was expensive. It wasn't like Sinclair's cologne which always made my heart race. His scent was calm as if it could wash away the tremors in my heart. "Are you done sniffing? Your pusher is gone.." A deep baritone voice sneered. His voice was alluring sounding hypnotic. My heart skipped a beat, "...Miss bride to be.." he added sarcastically

I don’t let myself get attached. Ava shifts slightly, her legs still tangled with mine. She doesn’t pull away. Instead she traces a finger down my arm, her voice soft and sleepy. You’re thinking too much again, she says. I am. She laughs quietly, the sound low and sexy. Smart man. We stay like that for a long time. The room is quiet except for the distant sound of waves crashing on the beach below the resort. I can smell her — that perfect mix of sex, sunscreen, and her own scent that drives me completely fucking crazy. My cock twitches inside her again, already half-hard. I pull out slowly, watching her pussy clench around nothing, then roll her onto her back and spread her legs wide.

Expressive touch, Passionate embraces, Strong hands upon me. Oh, those hands. They ignited sensations, Intense and forbidden, Like words unsaid beneath a larger form, a form warmer, wilder, and longer. Moans beneath his sculpted body, a blend of heaven and transgression. Pure desire, a carnal dance of sin. Though prayers for forgiveness may be whispered, The allure lingers, Drawing me back again and again. ISABELLA’S POV If there was something more frustrating, it was having to stay married to a man who was not only old but sexually dull.

"We should go." We both nod and he ushers us out of the classroom. I turn in the opposite direction and start walking. He doesn't call out or give any indication that he's leaving either. When I was far enough to reach a washroom, I spun around and checked if he was still there. He's gone. **** LOGAN It burns. My lips are scarred with her touch. Parts of my body are raging like they've been ignited with fire. It's all here. Fuck the sweet scent of cheesecake when she's close enough or the shampoo of her hair that's almost cocoa butter.

I slowly gazed upon her, taking in every inch of her as she laid there, lol on sinfully tempting. She had a red lacy transparent thong on that left little to no imagination on, matching it with it’s pair of lacy transparent bra, showing her erect bud standing proudly in the bra. Her skin glimmered in the lights as a wave of peaches and cream envelopes my senses, engulfing me in her scent and rendering me powerless. Her full lips was molded in a heap of red lipstick, her lower lips caught between her teeth as she battered her eyelashes at me rather innocently.

" Unless you have Figured things out, I don't want you to go back to where you were. " I tried to smile to show a friendly gesture but instead it came out as a painful wince. Friendly smiles are not something that children who have been exposed to the streets are used to making, the range of smiles their are from seductive to calculating. I moved forward and wrapped my hands around him in a hug. Was their anybody in the world who understood me more than he did? He wrapped his hands around me and I inhaled his scent. His chest was well tanned and broad because of working out regularly. He had that body of a sex god, the ones that girls loved and often people would stop to admire and tell h

Like the room I was in earlier, there was also a hallway on the left side, but unlike that dark room, this one was lit, and I could feel the presence of the person who wanted to talk to me. "Hey, wait, girl!" I almost tore the woman's clothes trying to pull her back as she was leaving the room. I was about to leave too when I heard footsteps approaching. I froze when I smelled a scent I hadn't encountered before. It was hard to describe. It had a unique mix of citrusy, spicy, and woody notes. It just screamed hot and elegant. It wasn't harsh at all; in fact, it was utterly addictive. "Why are you always running away?" I swallowed hard when I heard the voice of the man behind me.

He didn’t stop until I was squirming, whining from oversensitivity. He stood slowly, dragging his mouth back up my body like a path of worship, lips finding mine again. “You taste like sin,” I whispered. “Then let’s keep sinning.” He carried me to the bed and laid me down gently, but his eyes were feral. His shirt came off, followed by his belt and jeans, leaving him gloriously hard and aching. I reached for him, wrapping a hand around his cock, watching his jaw tighten as I stroked him once, then twice.

I turned to Selene and saw how she was shaking in her seat but I couldn't blame her. She was sitting in the presence of my father after all. She must have felt my stare because she met my eyes before looking away but my eyes didn't leave her. It was the first time I was seeing her with clear eyes. If I had been fully in control of my actions, I wouldn't have touched her, even with a pole. I should not have had too many drinks, I said to myself for the umpteenth time. if I had just left early or held myself back when I saw her, I wouldn't have been involved with… her. She dressed like she just stepped out of a slum. Yes, there was that strangeness in the aura she gave off but the lowliness of