Honey For Him Novels & Stories

I ask, grinning and wrapping my arms around my knees as I watch him. “You like honey,” he murmurs, his attention still on the tray as he opens the packet of cookies and puts a few out on a plate. “I noticed. Plus, ginger and honey is good together.” Carefully, he lifts the saucer holding the teacup and hands it to me. “It’d be better if there was a little lemon to add too, but,” he shrugs. “We can trick you into eating fruits and vegetables when we get to land.” “Really? Lemon?” I say, curious and taking a sip of my tea, enjoying the way the warmth runs down my throat. And, in particular, the view of my handsome mafia boyfriend over the rim of the cup.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he brought his thumb to his mouth and slowly licked the honey off. “Did you just…”

Getting to his feet, he trudged to his pack and returned with his arms full, he had; a loaf of bread, two small cellophane wrapped packages, two small tin cups and a small bottle. Setting his burdens on the floor,he poured the coffee into the tin cups, opened the bottle which turned out to contain honey and poured several drops into each cup before taking one for himself and passing one to me. " Go on." He said when I took a cautious whiff of the dark brown liquid in my cup. " Take a sip, it's not going to bite." He continued, taking a sip of his to prove his point. " It's actually really good." He added taking another sip.

I said looking at Jason, who got up to his feet. “What?” He asked confused. “I’m talking about cavities,” I said and chuckled at his clueless expression. “Oh, that… he is a kid. I couldn’t come empty-handed when I know you have a son.” He said and smiled. He looked so good when he smiled. He should do that more often. “Thank you,” I said looking at him. “It's just a bunch of candies,” he said walking closer to the bed. “No. Not for that, for yesterday.” I said looking into his eyes.

he explained in his gravelly voice that caressed my body, answering my unspoken question. I nodded simply. “I have never eaten pussy before.” He said suddenly with a small grin and my eyes widened like saucers. “No way…” I started to say but the look in his eyes led me to believe he hasn’t, “How were you so good and…and…” He laughed, the sound like music to my ears, “I never want to eat any other pussy asides from yours.” And I purred. His eyes darkened with lust as he took in my trembling form. He walked away from me and pulled the cabinets open. He rummaged through it for a second before he fetched out a jar of honey.

On the other hand, his wide mouth would like; to verify Honey’s reason, yet he’s having a cold foot to confront him about it. Honey’s stomach feels famished. Well, her feet resort to the Grapes tree; to find fruits under this tree. Here, her inner ears are lowly hearing to Eric’s cry. To him, her hungriness has recently gone. Her main intention; to find her beloved guy. This will make her satisfied to her life.

He warned me to stay out of the kitchen when I burnt my hand accidentally two weeks ago. He tried his best to make a portion of delicious food for me and I appreciate his hard work. I feel bad for not being a good wife but I will try. I am learning cooking courses on YouTube without his knowledge and will impress him one day. My mouth became watered when the aroma of honey filled my nostrils. He made a pancake with honey syrup. He always prefers honey saying it's good for my health even though I didn't find any health issues on me. 'Maybe he is referring to your malnutrition body.' My inner voice mocked me.

Ivy looked at him with anticipation. Lucas glanced at the chrysanthemum flower floating on the water. "Do you want me to drink boiling hot water now?" Ivy scooped a small spoonful of floral tea, blew on it, and then pressed it to Lucas's lips, saying, "Take a small sip; it won't burn you! I added locust flower honey to it so it's definitely delicious." "I don't like sweet things," Lucas replied. "It's not sugary. This honey is delicious! You won't gain weight from it. Just try a little!" Ivy insisted.

“And I’m sure they’ll happily use a rusty spoon to drag your insides outside. Sounds good to you?” “Uh,” Spider stalled. “No. Not really. But –” “No ‘buts’, “ Honey said, all sweetness and light long gone, and Spider knew that she wasn’t even slightly adverse to taking him down with a well-placed drop-kick. “Sit your skinny ass down over there, cutie-pie. Now.”

Honey, black pepper, dark chocolate. Something sweet with a sting in it. It seemed appropriate.