Savor Folio Novels & Stories

"Well, I walked into the dealership, envelope of cash, pointed at a car and they gave it to me. Well below asking price I might add." I roll my eyes, "yeah ok, like I believe that." He smirks, "it's all true." The waitress comes back with the first course and puts two salads on the table with a glass bottle of what looked like oil. "Chefs house salad with raspberry vinaigrette, enjoy." She leaves and start on the salad but lettuce isn't my favorite so I pass it off on James after a few bites. Watching him eat was oddly satisfying. The way his jaw flexed, how is adams apple bobbed when he swallowed. Made me wish I was that salad.

The delicate fragrance of blossoms mingled with the earthy scent of the old books, creating a sensory symphony that enchanted anyone who entered. In the center of the library, a long, exquisitely carved wooden table was set with an array of culinary delights fit for a king. Silver platters held an assortment of fruits, cheeses, and pastries, their colors and textures a feast for the eyes. Crystal goblets brimming with sweet nectar sparkled in the soft light, inviting guests to savor the flavors of Arodona.

"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit—" "But the highest form of intelligence." I glanced up as polished shoes came into view belonging to the deep, smooth, and dark voice that finished my sentence, sending chills down my spine momentarily. My movements slowed to a stop as the devil himself stood above me, hands tucked into his pockets in rich Tom Ford attire. "Oscar Wilde", he nodded, "charming, Ms Rodriguez." Stefano glanced at me, his face giving nothing away, and then continued to walk away, exiting the restaurant without a second look.

He knew I loved it when he spoke in his mother language. “Cazzonare.” (Tease) Before I could utter any words, he forced his thumb inside my mouth, drawing a whimper out of my throat. His long digit rubbed the gloss over my tongue, mixing it with my saliva. “What does it taste like, darling?” Strawberry. I groaned when he shamelessly explored my insides with a slow sensual pace. “You know I don’t like to repeat myself, Rosella." He orbs zeroed on my lips with lust and darkness. It was as if he wanted to me alive there and than.

I took a seat next to him and poured us both a glass. “This is called folisa. It is Fae alcohol.” I held up my glass to clink with his. Carson’s eyes lit up like fireworks when the taste hit his tastebuds. All it took was one sip to fall in love with it. “It’s absolutely delicious. Thanks for sharing it with me,” he said as he took another sip. “There is plenty more where this came from. This one is actually my own recipe, so I am glad that you do like it.”

I twirled the spoon lazily, letting it dance between my fingers before pointing it at him. “You ordered this for me, didn’t you?” Adrian nodded once. “If you want more, I can get you another.” “No,” I chuckled. “This is more than enough to relax my entire mind.” “Then enjoy it.” Three scoops of vanilla ice cream sat in front of me—drenched in raspberry syrup and sprinkled with almond crumble. Every time the spoon brushed my lips, something inside me melted. And Adrian kept watching me with that intense, almost devouring gaze, as if he were a part of what I was tasting.