Savor Novels & Stories

I gasped as he suddenly slipped his hand into my soaking panties and rubbed my throbbing heat. "And don't you forget it." His hot breath fanned against my ear increasing the blissful pleasure I was already feeling. Without warning Demetrius roughly pulled my face towards his and kissed me with a fierceness that only Demetrius Mavros possessed. My response was instantaneous, I looped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. His tongue plunged into my mouth and mingled with mine, the familiar taste of coconuts swarmed my taste buds. I was suddenly scooped into his arms and carried upstairs to our bedroom.

She glanced down at the bottle once more, just with disappointment as she noted she had only finished half. She came to another halt in her tracks as she held her breath, hoping to dilute the godly awful taste as she gulped as much as she could- resisting a splutter that rose in her throat at the taste. She had diluted the earlier and worse tasting beverage with the likeliness of coca-cola, the glass weighing less and less in her hands as she squeezed her eyes shut and-

He peeled the shirt off her body and worshipped every inch of skin with his mouth — sucking marks onto her breasts, biting the sensitive spot on her neck, dragging his tongue down her stomach until he reached her core. He ate her like a starving man. Long, slow licks followed by hard suction on her clit. Three thick fingers stretched her open, pumping deep while his tongue worked her relentlessly. Kira’s back arched, fingers gripping the edge of the table as she moaned loudly. “Daddy… I’m close—” “Not yet,” he growled against her pussy. He edged her twice, bringing her right to the brink before pulling back, until she was sobbing with need.

He squeezed his eyes closed, moaning as he savour the taste. “You taste like bama, Zevara,” he rasped. “And I will like to eat you with a freshly baked bread.“ Talon's tongue stuck out and he swiped it over his tongue, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed closed as he savoured my taste. “Hmmm, I fucking can’t get enough of you.”

I push her hand out of the way and latch onto her sweet pussy, getting the most incredible taste I’ve ever experienced, her blood and her arousal blended together on my tongue. I am a greedy, demanding vampire and I don’t release her until she’s a whimpering, shuddering mess. Then I take her again, sliding inside her and thrusting into her as I sink my fangs into her mate mark, making her scream again as her pussy clenches around me over and over again.

Still, the sweet smile and warm eyes were unfazed. “Spicy” he mumbled without moving his gaze off her “Yeah… you are right, like a jalapeno” Joseph followed Mike’s eye line, looking at Sarah too. Odd, father and son have the same taste in women. Mike smirked and looked back at his dad “Mine is wasabi”

Goosebumps flare across my skin. “What can I say, Sorahiko?…”. He leans down to whisper. “I’m the kind of guy who doesn’t leave anything unfinished. I like to savour every bite, down to the last”. “And you are a meal worth eating”.

The soup that the man really liked. Arison's hand had slowly pulled the dining table chair and sat on it and started to enjoy his breakfast. "Your problem is really the best, Gustavo. I didn't expect that the taste was not too different from the one in my memory," said Arison while looking at Gustavo who was behind the kitchen table. Unlike Arison who started to enjoy his breakfast, Ace Morin just stirred the soup in the bowl without intending to start enjoying it. The inside of the man's head was now filled with Jazlyn for no apparent reason.

said he, low and rough around the edges. I blinked, caught off guard. "Yes, and you are?" He gave a small, humorless smile. "Just someone who admires your work. I've followed your art for years. Controversial stuff. Lust. Desire. Sin. You paint what people are too afraid to say." There was something about the way he spoke that always seemed to tighten my chest. He was not flattering me; he was confessing. "Thanks," I muttered as I finished yet another drink.

It was the most animalistic noise of pleasure that I'd ever heard. "Mmm...Happy people taste salty-sweet. Fear is tangy and a little sour. Anger is spicy. Aroused is...like mixing any other emotion with a tiny bit of morphine, not that I've had much of it. And love? Love is...god it's so pure and savory, like the best steak you've ever had." "Oh." She'd never explained this in any detail to me before.