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ELLIOT'S POV The silver key to the kingdom didn’t taste like victory, it tasted like the copper tang of a man’s impending execution. I roll the metallic flash drive between my calloused fingers, the sharp edges biting into my skin until the pressure leaves a deep, angry indentation in my thumb. I don't care about the slight sting anyway. My chest feels completely tight, my ribs expanding against the fabric of my waistcoat with a heavy, suffocating heat that has nothing to do with the summer rain outside. My pulse is a violent hammer against my throat, roaring in my ears like a furnace.

I shrugged my shoulders. "And your neck?" He spoke in a calculated voice. "Better than ever." I mocked him. How could he, expect that he could grab my neck and the answer would be I am fine. I think he's out of his mind. "I tried to apologize... and your sister-in-law got mad." Ignoring him, I focused on the wine in my hand. I remembered the 5 stages of wine tasting... colour, swirl, smell, taste, and savour. Colour... Check...It is blue-black

, I said and placed it in a plate and turned to him He was looking at me smiling sheepishly. "You make that sound so easy ", I said. "It is, it's just a burger, taste it", I said. He took a bite from it and you could tell he was having foodgasm. "This is good ", he said taking another bite and then another one and then his mouth was full. "Can I have another one?", he asked with his mouth full. "Yes sir", I said with a proud smile on my face. * *

"You know me. I don't deal great with surprises. I'll have to be told straight out if you want anything from me." Playfully thrapping my arm, she mock said, "Stop being difficult. You will love it once you actually try." Victor raised his glass and laughed, " to family then, and to the wedding ahead." I too felt tightness in my throat. Finally, the dinner dwindled to an end. I kissed my mother's cheek, shook Victor's hand, promised him to assist as much possible. Free, I thought. It was just at going outside, cool night air against my skin; someone waited inside.

I bring it closer to my mouth and suck on the straw. I close my eyes, savoring the taste. I can't let Damien ruin this night for me. Never. After finishing the content in the glass, I place it on the tray. I actually feel like I can fly and I feel soooooo happy. I place my head on the table and close my eyes, swallowing the aftertaste of the cocktail in the form of saliva. I sit up and motion for the waiter to come closer. “Can I have one more cup please? It can be our little secret.”

I gave one long, broad lick from her opening up to her clit, which was still hiding inside its hood. I knew what I smelled like, but I'd been worried I wouldn't like the taste of someone else. I'd told myself I'd soldier on, no matter what. I shouldn't have worried. Sarah's flavor wasn't good. It was exquisite. Sweet and tangy, just a little earthy, it tasted like her. Excitedly, I dove back in running my tongue around her delicate folds, savoring as much of her nectar as I could find.

My mouth opened in a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on me, stealing my breath. But he wasn’t done. He slowly withdrew his fingers, watching the way I trembled. Then, locking eyes with me, he lifted them to his mouth and sucked them clean—slow and deliberate. “Mmm,” he groaned, lips curling into a wicked smile. “You taste so sweet.” And I was already burning for more. Josh settled between my thighs, his cock thick and hard as he dragged it slowly along my soaked slit. The heat of him made my hips buck, desperate—but he didn’t give me what I wanted. Not yet.

All her inhibitions vanished as she opened her mouth wide to take him in, savouring the taste and texture that filled her senses. Savita's gaze was fixed on Isabella, a profound sense of delight washing over her as she witnessed the sheer pleasure radiating from her. Isabella's touch was masterful, enveloping him with an unrestrained passion. Savita found herself captivated, an undeniable admiration blossoming within her for the way Isabella embraced his masculinity with such confident abandon. The sight of Isabella's lips forming a perfect, sensual seal around him excited Savita, a yearning to partake in this intoxicating dance of intimacy.