روايات وقصص ضمن I Want Eat Your Pancreas

I still haven't taken my eyes from him, and it is most definitely not just pancakes I fancy this morning. He turns back to the cooker as he gets started on the pancakes. My god, this man is the definition of muscle. A few minutes later and he places the pancakes in front of me. I can't help the moan that escapes my lips as I eat them. It seems this man has many talents. Zane’s point of view. I stare at her as she eats the pancakes. She lets out a little moan as a drop of syrup drips from her lips. I feel my cock harden as I watch her eat Fuck I’m in so much trouble with this woman.

"Please, some real food? I don't want to eat your penis. That sounds awful painful for you." I keep my face straight as his falls and he realizes how not in the know about sex I am. Or at least how much I want him to think I'm not. "I want you to eat my cum, bitch, not the penis itself. It's like a straw, you suck on it enough and you'll get a salty treat." I swallow hard. "I'm pretty thirtsty, I don't think I need salty foods, or drinks right now, just something to keep me alive. You do want me alive, right?"

And it was natural human tendency to be scared of the unknown. "So, what do you want to eat?" Chris asked me, pulling me out of my thoughts. His grey eyes pierced into mine like always. That was another thing about him. He always looked into my eyes whenever he was talking to me. I looked down at the menu lying on the table, grateful to have a reason to focus my attention elsewhere. I flipped through the pages. "Oh, they have pancakes! I'll have chocolate stuffed pancakes with caramalised bananas," I decided with a grin. God, even saying the name had my mouth watering.

Attempting to regain composure, I took deep breaths, inhaling through my nose and exhaling through my mouth, trying to steady my racing heart. But as I drizzled maple syrup over my pancakes, I couldn't help but feel torn between my physical cravings and the gravity of our current situation. Chase's playful actions only added to the dilemma, and I couldn't deny the allure of both his intimate touch and the delicious chocolate-chip pancakes before me. The sight of the syrup cascading over the sweet confection was enough to tempt anyone's senses.

Daddy and his awesomeness replaced his pout with a satisfied grin knowing the little ones would devour it very soon. “ You're not taking pancakes?” Mom arched her eyebrows, sitting across me at the dining table. “ Nope” I popped the P and filled my mouth with delicious goodness. Worry etched her face for a sec, I smiled reassuringly. Yeah, so pancakes were my favorite things in the world. But...... I woke up feeling a bit queasy. I don't think I can manage to take them without regurgitating. There's no need for worry, pancakes can never go to waste in the house of the Kingstons. Little stomachs have to get filled up.

she smiled. “Your favorite place, Mr. Pancake,” I winked, and she made a silly, happy dance. Mr. Pancake was a place where you overindulge in carbohydrates: pancakes, waffles, and syrup. Some other toppings that tried to pass as healthy, but failed, like hazelnut cream or strawberry jam. A place that was too sweet for me, but that my mate loved with every fiber in her body. I upset her, and fixed it by having a beautiful, long make-up sex session. Now, I need to fuel her up, so we can endure the visit to the vampire realm. She ordered an insane amount of food, and I chuckled. I haven´t seen her eat this much since she was pregnant with the twins. “Did I tire you this much, or are you pregnan

He could visualize Tess grinning ear to ear when she discovers her ‘new’ son also loved to indulge in her hobbies. Luuk reluctantly lifted his life and fork. He cut a small part of the pancake drowning in honey, bile threatened to spill out of his throat from how sugary it looked. A spoon of diabetes he thought. He brought the fork close to his lips and under Ruben’s pressuring gaze, he took a bite. Without chewing, the natural sweet taste of honey and artificial sweet taste of the sugar in the pancake invaded his taste buds. Sending an electrifying sensation up his brain.

"But he is in the grid. The power grid. The traffic lights. The banking system. He is everywhere." I looked at her. The gold veins in her eyes seemed to pulse. We need to recharge, Julian said abruptly. The mental exertion is draining the battery. The Panacea is consuming our glucose reserves at an exponential rate. I just ate breakfast. Not food, Julian said, his voice dropping an octave, dark and demanding. The other fuel. I looked at Zero. "Go to your room. Read a book. Don't touch anything electronic." Zero stood up. "I will read the encyclopedia."

I dug in instantly, piling maple syrup on the pancakes and shoving bites into my mouth like I hadn’t eaten in days. “Wow… I never knew you were so hungry,” Adrian muttered. I froze. Apparently, my brain had gone on vacation, because I totally forgot he was in the car with me. Slowly, I turned to look at him. My mouth was full, and there was a generous smear of maple syrup on my jaw. Okay… not just a little. I looked like a two-year-old trying to eat pancakes. My cheeks flamed. Amusement danced in his eyes. I quickly turned back to the tray, feeling like I might cry from embarrassment. But I was still hungry. I started chewing slowly, the torturous combination of hunger and shame making each

“He wouldn’t tell me what. Said it belongs to you.” Mia looks up from her homework. “Mama, what’s pancreatic?” “A kind of sick, baby. Eat your breakfast.” “Is somebody sick?” “Nobody you need to worry about.” She goes back to her worksheet. Mason is drawing a wolf in a jacket—a self-portrait, I suspect.