Novel & Cerita Honey For Him

But I had no other choice but to take her word. “So what are you working on with work by the way?” “Well it’s actually for Edith. They have so much honey. More than they can supply to their town. So we just get buyers and try to find a logistics company.” I suddenly felt my chest tighten. Like something was sitting on it. I tried to take a breath but it didn’t go all the way in. “Sweetie are you okay?” I heard my mom say. In between my breaths I was trying to get words out.

A minute later he returned holding a small jar of golden honey from the kitchen. He unscrewed the lid slowly, dipping two fingers into the thick, sticky liquid. The sweet scent filled the air between us as he smeared a generous amount over the head of his cock and down the shaft, coating it until it glistened. Some of the honey dripped slowly onto the floor in thick, golden strands. “Open,” he commanded.

He was already fucking hard down there. " Stop " He hoarse and Phoenix complied, blinking at him innocently and in confusion. Did she do anything wrong? Axion didn't even let her conclude what she did wrong as he carried her up and positioned her on the counter. He reached out for the icing sugar and came in between her legs. Phoenix blinked blankly as he applied a good amount of sugar all over her lips before placing it back. Tilting her head up to gaze directly into his eyes, " Now watch me teach you how to do it " His voice came out deep and husky making Phoenix gulp.

By the time he released me, I was panting. He picked up the bottle of honey again, now nearly empty. Without breaking eye contact, he poured the remaining golden liquid over his hard, throbbing cock. It glistened in the sunlight like a weapon dipped in amber. I thought, finally. Finally he would take me. But no. Instead, he tilted my chin upward and leaned forward, angling his body so his honey-coated length aligned perfectly with my mouth. My breath caught in my throat. “What are you doing?” I whispered, gripping his thighs.

He shivered visibly and pulled the blanket higher around his chest. “You want to know the worst part?” he whispered. “I loved you. Even while I was killing you, I loved you. I called you honey because that’s what you were to me. My honey. My everything. And I destroyed it. I destroyed us.” Tears slipped down his wrinkled cheeks. He did not wipe them away. He just let them fall, his eyes fixed on the space where I stood.

A small bottle of clear honey. I blinked. “Is that…?” He grinned. “Wendy’s grandma gave it to me. It’s light. Not sticky. Natural. Better than nothing, right?” My mouth parted. “That’s… ridiculous.” “And yet,” he said, unscrewing the cap, “genius.” He poured a little on his fingers and rubbed them together, watching the way it coated his skin, and I swear my body clenched at the sight. “I’m gonna make this so good for you,” he said, voice low, rough, sinful.

I'm not sure what he's looking for, but by the swell in his pants, I don't think he's leaving me any time soon. He shuts the cupboard when he finds what he's looking for, then turns back to me, and I see a bottle of honey in his hand. Confused at what he needed honey for, His smile is devastatingly gorgeous, a dimple popping in one of his cheeks. I look at the honey as he steps between my legs. My heart is pounding in anticipation and fear. “Um, what are you doing?" He lifts the bottle, opens it and squeezes some of the honey onto my breast. I moaned out as the dewy liquid comes in contact with my skin, it’s cold but slippery sending sweet thrills down my spine.

She aksed hopefully while drinking her seventh beer while her face was already red due to the alcohol. Xyneth nodded, "Yeah, beside he's not the type of a man who would woo another woman except you. Don't worry he loves you, and if he would hurt you by any means, I don't care if he is Yves' close friend, I would punch him if he hurts you. But since I know that he loves you, ofcourse I won't punch him and gave him my blessing as your honey." Heira chuckled when Xyneth uttered the word 'honey', "If my brother found out that you called me honey and I call you honey, he would definetly devastated and he'll be jealous for sure."

Edeline I collapsed back onto the bed, my body drained. I felt a little guilty that I couldn’t give him what he wanted right away, but I knew this was one of his favorite things—to consume me. Like an endless feast. He finally pulled away, a smirk on his lips as he licked them clean. "You know you're incredibly delicious, right?" He crawled back up, kissing me softly before slipping his tongue into my mouth, letting me taste myself. I’ve always had a soft spot for honey.

“I felt the link open in your mind slightly so I gave it a try. Did Zander say something this time or is he just making it a habit of growling at me?” “He said one word. Bumble. It’s what he calls you I think because to us you smell like spicy honey.” She smirks slightly at me. “Spicy Honey? Did you have science class at your pack school?” I nod, looking confused by the questions. “I ask because bumble bees don’t actually make honey.” She laughs. “Yes we know but with the smell of honey and your black hair I think he just found it fitting. Sorry if it bothers you.”