Lyric Sweet Talk Novels & Stories

But you're so hot that I melted I fell through the cracks Now I'm trying to go back But we are all trapped by the sweetness of her voice and the song itself. So when Travis stands up and offers me his hand, I don't hesitate to take it and slow dance with him. Before the cold is over I'll give my best

His interest was piqued, and he walked over to sit cross-legged on the couch. He cast a lazy gaze at her, looking very much conceited as he said, "You can start singing now." Holly parted her lips and sang a lullaby, "Sweetheart, close your eyes, drift away to sleep. I'll be there in your dreams, with you through every laugh and weep. Sweetheart, sleep so sound. In dreams, I'll be found—" Bryce's gaze darkened. Holly was coaxing him as if he were a child.

"You think sweet-talking me is going to get you what you want? I ain't no dummy." Shit, she's onto me... kinda, Lysander thought, keeping his face neutral. He was buying time, waiting for his crew to give him the signal. Just a few more minutes, that's all he needed. "Nah, course not," Lysander said, keeping it light, like they were just messing around. He leaned in closer, breathing in her perfume mixed with the smell of gunpowder hanging in the air. "But hey, a little sweet talk never hurt nobody, right?"

I could lose myself in them forever. “Jordan…I…” her voice barely a whisper, her eyes searching mine. “We need to talk.” "Talking," I murmur, brushing my lips against hers again, "is the last thing on my mind right now, Sweetness." I trail kisses along her jawline, down to the delicate curve of her neck. Her pulse flutters beneath my lips, I inhale her scene and it’s sweet and intoxicating. "But if you insist, sweetness, there are plenty of ways I can talk to you."

Liam maintained the casual confidence of someone who had learned that showing fear in places like this was the fastest way to become a victim. The bar announced itself with a flickering sign that read "Lucky's" though the apostrophe had burned out years ago and nobody had bothered to fix it. Music pulsed from inside, something with heavy bass and aggressive lyrics about surviving streets that did not forgive mistakes. A bouncer the size of a small building stood at the door, arms crossed, face expressionless. "We are meeting someone," Liam said, not quite making it a question. The bouncer's eyes flicked over them, reading expensive clothes and suburban haircuts and the particular tension of

"Today, I want to share our latest findings in the development of an anticancer treatment. It can reverse tissue damage caused by cancer cells…" After I finished explaining my methods and results, thunderous applause erupted beneath the stage. "Thank you for your recognition," I said, my eyes glistening. "Lastly, I want to give special thanks to someone." I glanced instinctively toward the front row. There sat Luca, pride and emotion written plainly on his face, tears shimmering in his eyes. "I want to thank my senior, Luca," I said softly. "Without his support and encouragement, I wouldn't be standing here today. Thank you, Luca."

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. Dax's lips curled into a wry smile. "You see, they've labeled me as someone who's using you to mend a broken heart. They've called you a rebound, even worse. They've been relentless, painting you as my... well, let's just say their choice of words isn't kind." A sarcastic laugh bubbled up in my throat. "They labeled me a lot worse than that, Dax. A bitch. A rebound. Practically your..." I hesitated for a moment, my voice dropping to a whisper, "whore while mending your heart."

Barbara laughed hilariously at Steve for saying that, he also did not call her endearing names. Steve looked at her and was concerned, he did not understand why she was laughing. “I am sorry for laughing….but you also do not call me any nice name” she became serious now. “Okay, let’s strike a deal. From today, we will not call each other's names” Steve suggested. “We are going to choose names we will call ourselves, I will call you “sweetheart” is that okay? He asked Barbara. The young Mrs. Gillian rolled her eyes and smiled. “I think it’s fine” she giggled. “And I will call you my hero, you know you saved me yesterday and I will never forget. So you are my hero” she grinned. “I think that’s

He gently placed a kiss and then slowly brushed his thumb towards my red cheek. "Here?" He smiled, making my heart pound. "Y-yes." My low voice carried away with his cold lips on my warm skin. He again caressed his thumb across my face, landing it towards my lips, and he raised his eyebrow. "Here too?" He smirked as if asking for my permission. I gently pressed my lips as his thumb was on the corner of my mouth, and I closed my eyes. "Mm.." I hummed. He took my upper lip first in his mouth and sucked it. His tongue was licking my insides as he went down to my lower lip. It was a sweet feeling as he took my tongue between his lips and slowly opened my mouth with his fingers.

She moaned loudly as he drove his manhood inside her back and forth. "Fuck! I missed you!" As he continued to pump his cock inside of her, he rasped while keeping his eyes fixated on her. "Kitty, tell me. Did you miss this?" She swallowed and responded with a head nod while she was consumed with pleasure. unable to open her mouth to speak. Her senses had been whisked away by the pleasure she was experiencing. "I want a response from you," He groaned and kept looking at her. “Tell me how much you missed this, please.”