Romans & histoires Peach Bl

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

I met her toast when she announced, "To the downfall of Hazel and Sun!" The rest of the bar cheered and downed their own drinks. Bly and Diana knocked theirs next. I instinctively followed suit—and nearly choked on it. "What is this?" I croaked. "Prickly pear. It's sweet, isn't it?" asked Bly. It was very sweet and very delicious; it was just different. I took another sip and licked my lips, smiling at the two females eagerly waiting. "Alright, I can get used to this." *** I did. But my usually high tolerance did not.

Margaret was waiting for us in the kitchen with three packed bags when I arrived. "Food, water, basic medical supplies and this...." She pressed something into my hand. A vial of silver liquid that seemed to glow faintly in the predawn light. "It's wolfsbane extract. Diluted enough that it won't hurt you but strong enough to deter rogues. Don't use it unless absolutely necessary." "Where did you get this?" I asked staring at the vial. "Beat you don't know." Margaret's expression was grim. "Just promise me you'll be careful. The neutral territories are extremely dangerous. They're not like pack lands."

The cocktails, I believe, that Layla had ordered was brought to our table. "Here," Layla gave me one glass which had an orange slice placed on its rim. "It is called Sex on the Beach." "I hope it's not as terrible as..." I made a distasteful face while gesturing at my empty shot glass. "Nope, it's very mild, you may not even taste the vodka in it." I sipped a little first to confirm. She didn't lie. It was sweet, having peach blended with orange kind of taste which made me want another sip immediately.

I walked across the kitchen, bending to withdraw the big, ripe peach, my chest exploding with the familiar warmth and excitement I always feel whenever I found a peach tree during a herb hunt. "Danica?" "Dani???" Bianca called, suddenly realizing I wasn't in sight. "Don't destroy the moment, Bee. I'm connecting with one of my favorite fruits" I told her curtly, holding the peach between my two palms like it was an egg that could easily crack.