Rhapsodic Spice Level Novels & Stories

I notice an aftertaste on my tongue. There was something in the food. “That's right,” Frostgrave says, reading my thoughts. “An aphrodisiac in an extremely strong dose.” I cry out as another painful spasm jolts my body, knocking me to the cold floor, where I writhe and moan. It's like the heat I experienced in the Zone, only ten times worse. My nipples are now so hard and swollen they feel like they're going to burst. Between my legs, my throbbing sex is flowing with a warm layer that's running down my ass and pooling on the floor.

Mirabel gripped the papers tighter, trying to steady her voice as pleasure wrecked her. “‘…alimony in the amount of… ahh Fuck!!… two hundred and fifty thousand per year for...’” Riven devoured her relentlessly. His tongue fucked her ass in slow, wet thrusts while two fingers slid into her soaked pussy, curling and stroking her inner walls. The obscene sounds of him eating her filled the office, loud, hungry slurps and groans as he claimed the most intimate parts of her body. Every time her voice faltered or turned into a whimper, he spanked her ass sharply, reminding her to continue.

It is the smell of our past night, of her fulfilled promise, of her desire for me. She cries out, a small stifled cry, when my tongue finds her outline through the silk. The rough texture of the lace, the warmth and humidity beneath, the salty, metallic taste that permeates the fabric... It is a sacrilege. It is a communion. I lick her, slowly, with a worshipper's devotion, through the fabric, until it is soaked, transparent, clinging to her skin. Her moans fall upon me like burning rain. Her hands cling to my hair, pull me, press me against her.

Jasper replied expressing his distaste of Matcha. “How do you know it tastes like grass? Have you eaten grass? Are you a goat or something?” Kenneth butted in as if he already had Matcha before which was unlikely for him. “I haven’t but it really does taste like that.” Jasper crowed. “Just say you hate Matcha.” I huffed. I do know and I kind of agree that Matcha tastes a bit like grass even though I haven’t had grass before but it’s still good. “Yes, I do hate Matcha …… and I am going to have Wintermelon.” Jasper trailed and stood up.

“Low spice, medium, or hot?” I let out a soft snort. “You know this, babe.” “Yeah, I do. Hot but not unbearably hot.” “Exactly!” With a mischievous grin, I continued. “Although, you might want to consider setting yours aside because you won’t be able to handle that level of spice.” “I can,” Chase responded, puffing his chest in the air which made me laugh. “Um, I don’t think you can, Zaddy. And that’s alright.”

I try to find a pocket of air. But Spadino is already there. He pulls me up. He spins me around. He is grinning. His eyes are wild. "My turn, Ghost," he whispers. He kisses me. He tastes of mint and chaos. He pushes me back down. He lifts my legs, hooking them over his shoulders. He is frantic. Fast. Messy. He doesn't have the rhythm of his brothers. He has adrenaline. He pounds into me, chasing a high that keeps moving just out of reach.

Axel reminded. “I’m freestyling!” “You freestyle with rap, not raw egg!” Julian peeked around the corner of the kitchen, wrapped in his blanket like a ghost haunting a house. “How’s it going, chaos duo?” “Marvelous,” Gavin called. “We’re combining sweet with savory. A touch of cocoa and a hint of spice.” “That’s literally chili powder.” “It’s innovation!” “You’re going to burn the house down.” “It’s called excitement!” Axel pulled out a tray and realized they had forgotten to line it. “Wait. Is this where the parchment paper goes?”

It melted on my tongue, I didn't even have to chew it. - "I'm glad you like the dish, Thetia. I was the one who asked our chef to make it. It's a new recipe that my brother Rafael sent me. Apparently, it is the hot trend on Dracoris. However, I was worried that it would be too spicy, so I ask with the chef to make several versions, with different amounts of spices. The redder the dish, the spicier it is, so be careful!" the Empress explained to me. The spicy food was a real treat for the taste buds, but also a real nightmare for the stomachs.

CHAPTER 26 ARES VASILIOS I growl as I close the distance between us and slam my lips against her full plumped lips. I bite back a moan that's forming in the back of my throat as I ravish her perfect lips with mine, they are like soft as a pillow, they taste even better than I ever imagined, she tasted like chocolates, sugary and every thing sweet. I grab her face with both my hands as i deepen the kiss, she let's out a small whimper and the horny Alpha inside of me growls out " fuck baby" I whispered in the kiss as I suck on her tongue, her hands automatically make its way towards my hair and she runs her hand through it making me sigh into the kiss, before I could take it further a throat c

Rhapsody directed her to sit in one of the wing chairs while she prepared the tea, and Jasmine twiddled her thumbs and eyed her colorless environment, trying not to shiver. Oh, what she’d give for a bucket of paint and a few brightly woven Indian blankets. Naughty thoughts of redecoration schemes involving stuffed moose heads, loud slip covers and a few busts of Elvis kept her occupied until Rhapsody returned with the tea tray bearing unadorned white china. Come to think of it, she was wearing white today as well.