Savor Novels & Stories

"Do you not need to eat?" "I'll eat whenever I feel like it. I do not suffer the same dependency on food like other demons." "I see." Vanora returned her attention to her meal then cut off a chunk of meat. The moment the flavour and taste hit her, her eyes lit up a little and a sound of pleasant surprise escaped her. "Mm!" She could tell that he gave her something of premium quality yet again. It tasted so good that she worried if she would no longer be satisfied with anything below this. /Mm... I can't be spoiled like this./

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Her hair is curly as usual, and Sookie wears a mini blue ripped short with a stylish black blouse that's fitted to her body like a sports bra, sculpting her large breasts and a black heel. "You look hot," Amber compliments me as I'm next to her. "I hate to agree, but you really do." Sookie rolls her eyes and sips some from her cup. "Thank you," I say shyly. "Want a drink?" Amber, hand me a cup. I accept it and recall what my aunt warned me about before leaving the house. I should not drink. But how can I say no to Amber? Amber's eyes were fixated, needing me to take a sip.

he says and points at my plate, "You won't finish this and you're also not going to finish that other thing you ordered." "Maybe not, but people aren't food, they don't go bad after a while. I can keep eating all I want," I throw back, "You're my savory dish and Damon is my sweet one. Both are good, but they taste better at the same time." Aiden for once has nothing to say, he just shakes his head slightly. "Why am I the savory one? I'm nicer than him," he mutters a few seconds later, always so jealous. He can't help himself.

I have missed this, hence I close my eyes to Savour the feel of his lips on mine, waiting for the warmth of his skin, to spread on mine, but, instead, dread sweeps In my every nerve, hearing the words leaving his beautiful, lips. "Who is Giovanni?" ****************************** Hey, guys here is another update for Savour. I hope you guys loved it. Plz don't forget to Vote⭐ Comment and share. Love you guys.❤😄

“Good night Swan, you look very nice when you bathe... I mean... umm...” “Don't worry sir, I don't need your compliments.” Minutes later, some waiters leave in front of us a great selection of dishes among them sushi, ramen, sashimi, Kobe beef, and others. “Have you ever tried Sake?” Mr. Saito asks. “No,” Graziani and I reply in unison. “You should try it, it is exquisite,” we started to eat and throughout the whole dinner we were talking about the funniest personal stories, and the initial topic of the meeting was forgotten, I feel truly relaxed, I have never laughed so hard in my whole life.

“An exceptional harvest.” The draft truly registers as an elite pressing, but even as the liquid slides down my throat, the raw, slick taste of Rowan’s wet cunt completely permeates my sensory grid. It represents a primal flavor that has been permanently branded into my neural pathways. One that my internal wolf swears will function as the baseline metric for every alternative flavor that attempts to touch my palate for the remainder of my life cycle. It is distracting to my system, to state the absolute minimum.

His lips found the hollow of my hip bone and he kissed me there too. By the time his mouth reached my pussy, I was already wet. Already desperate for him. He looked up at me with this expression that was almost reverent. "Can I?" he asked. "Jesus Christ, yes," I breathed. He lowered his head and his tongue found me immediately. He was good. Fucking good. He knew exactly where to lick, exactly how much pressure to use. He was eating me like he actually cared about making me feel good, not like he was trying to get to the fucking part.

I gripped his shoulders tighter, my nails sinking into his flesh as I intensified my efforts, my body glistening with sweat, strands of my hair clinging to my face as the sound of squelching increased and the sound of skin slapping skin crescendoed. "Aa~ Aah... Daddy," "Hm?" He hummed in response, his gaze still locked with my lustful ones. "I....Aah, fuck... Daddy, I... Oh god, I love you, Daddy, for having such a mighty, sweet instrument...of pleasure. For letting me ride you to my heart's content. Aah... Aah...so fucking good..." "Such tasty dick... I can't believe such sweet, pleasurable dick is repeatedly impaling my vagina right now, filling me with overwhelming...aah... pleasure. Rock