Pure Romance Flirt Scent Novels & Stories

It's like an ache in his chest, the flame is overwhelming him, he is helpless, he has no control over himself when it comes to her. She owns him, he has no interest in dragging the ownership with her. His soul is hers. He slowly coils deeper into her and breathes in her scent. She scents like a mixture of rose, Lily, and honey. The drugs all over are doing nothing to shield her scent. It is all over the bed, the room, his nose, his head, everywhere! It is intoxicating him. It is making him raise his head so gradually and begin nearing the remaining inch between their lips.

The way Cole stared me, devouring me with his eyes, left no doubt about his intention. He exhaled shakily when I bend down, placing a kiss along the side of his ribs, down to where the band of his pants met his skin. Then, amidst the overwhelming scent of him, I caught a faint trace of floral fragrance. A luxurious scent, popular among young, high-born ladies. I knew it because I had once been one of them. My movement froze. A coldness pierced me like a blade, stabbing me straight in the chest and twisting painfully. Who else could it belong to but Skyla Fox?

It was evident that Carol was the one who brought them honor. "Carol, what perfume are you using? It smells so good! I've never smelled anything like it before." "Carol, where did you buy that perfume? I want to get one for myself, too!" Carol was surrounded by the girls. She thoroughly enjoyed the attention she was getting. It was as if she had already become Liam's wife, skillfully managing her facial expressions in public." "This is the perfume from Westwood. It is from their 'Zodiacal Opulence' collection. It's a limited edition, with only 10 bottles for each zodiac sign. I was quite lucky to get my hands on one."

She has a hour-glass shape that is hard to hide in her stretch jeans. “Nice to meet you.” I flirt with her, a big ol’ grin on my face. She's not the type for a one night stand. She's mate material and also, did I miss out the part that her scent is heavenly. A combination of vanilla, chamomile and fresh peach. Doesn't it sound fucking wonderful that her ass is already peachy enough and she now has a scent to it? But then, she's mate material. “I love your hair.” I add flirtatiously, seeing her cheeks go red under my fleeting gaze. Her hair is a rich ginger-red colour.

My deskmate would probably bawl her eyes out if she ever found out that the idol trainee she'd been voting for so obsessively was such a character. The idol trainee's lips pursed in annoyance when he saw me walking over. The flicker of emotion in his eyes was unreadable. "I heard that the perfume here can last for a whole month with just one use, and it can attract other people. Haven't you ever seen how your mom makes it, missy? Or where she keeps her stuff?" he coaxed, his face softened once again. I replied, "I… I don't know—" I continued to shake my head no matter what the idol trainee asked. Only after he was certain I wouldn't tell him anything did he lose interest and turn to leave.

"So you can hold me down and remind me who I belong to." His jaw flexed, his fingers tightening around the leather. "You want that, angel?" "I crave it." The second box. "The Gift of Smell." I leaned in, licking my lips slowly, watching his grip tighten. “This is my scent. The one I wear when I want you to lose control.” My voice was a whisper, thick with promise. “A mix of Roja Parfums – Roja Haute Luxe… and me.” His eyes snapped to mine.

It was faint, but I caught a whiff of the same scent from Chris as we entered. The air was thick with anticipation as the door to the private booth slid open, revealing a dimly lit space that hummed with unspoken tension. The moment I stepped inside, a wave of warmth enveloped me, not from the temperature of the room, but from the intoxicating scent that lingered in the air like a promise. It was him, Alpha Raymond Fireheart. His scent, a heady mix of musk, pine, and something uniquely primal that always left me breathless. My heart quickened, struggling to steady my racing thoughts as I felt his presence waft over me like an invisible force.

She got her hands on his pants but it only reeked of sweat and his scent combined. While wanting to discard them to any corner of the room, another scent passed her nostrils. It was not familiar and she got his shirt collar closer to her nose. Her eyes widened after she registered the fragrance to be feminine. The scent wasn't at all intoxicating like men's. Scents of cherry and sweet lavender made all the hairs on her body stand up. Angelique was a little shaken and she wondered who this fragrance belonged to and why was it attached to Stephano's shirt collar.

However, wiping it off with a tissue is not helping, it just makes everything spread! "What are you wiping off? Wait, you smell different." She said then sniffed my neck like a dog. "Mielly stop. Tss, stupid perfume" I said in annoyance. "No, you stop. Your neck's turning red already. The scent's not bad. I mean it smells really good, but I think it's for men Stace. Where'd you get that?" Instead of answering her question, I asked her another question instead. "Mielly, aren't you a fan of Antoine Laurent's Perfume? How come you did not recognize that stupid old man?"

He snatched his mate out of the way as she bulldozed past him, both of them exchanging a mystified look before they darted after her, hand in hand. Dell didn't even here the litany of words that poured from her mouth as she was dragged, lungs first through the store, inhaling deep lungfuls of that scent that had caught her attention at the station. OMEGA MINE OMEGA CLAIM OMEGA she barked out as she ripped the curtain aside and darted down the short hallway, all the while sifting through the different notes of the scent that was assaulting her. Honey and peony and a delicious base note vanilla, all woven together and wrapped up in pure Omega, a scent that called to the most primal part of her