Silk And Honey Novels & Stories

He absolutely adores Charlie. In the first year, I secretly hired investigators to look for Chris. Jason found out and, ironically, had been doing the same. One day, after the umpteenth cry in the shower, I realised I had to stop. It was killing me. I started a honey company. Raw honey, candles, beauty products, even surf wax and tent sealant. We opened a small shop six months ago. I study business now too. Next year I am focusing on operations to smooth out the issues in the company. I have taken bookkeeping courses and now manage both my books and Jase’s.

Silas I stare at the woman, entranced by the realization and beauty. Lorez seems to notice this and speaks up, “She smells delightful doesn’t she? I researched that your kind are attracted to the scent of melody bee honey from the land of Rashan. I had some imported a few week ago in anticipation.”

Careful not to bother him, I hummed to the hushed tune and tiptoed toward the kitchen. Quietly fnding all of the ingredients-a carafe of soy milk, a single tote of black tea, anda flask of honey, I then placed a small kettle on the stove and waited for the water to heat up. Leaning against the granite island, I directed my gaze towards the open curtains that sat above the breakfast nook. With the natural night light shining through and the feeble drizzle that tickled the glass window, I took a deep breath as I attempted to calm myself from the anxious feeling that stirred.

She rubbed her hands together and opened the first box. Inside lay a dozen pigeon-egg-sized crimson crystals. The moment the lid lifted, a warm wave of heat chased away the chill in the air. “These are firemelt crystals, Blackrock specialty. They work way better than a brazier. And look at this!” She opened the second box. Inside were delicate honey pastries, their sweet aroma filling the lobby. “These are the most famous honey cakes in the south district. I waited in line for hours to get them. Try one?”

The sticky sweetness made me gasp at the contrast with the cool air. He started licking slowly, his tongue tracing every drop from my collarbone down, sucking gently on my nipples until they were hard and sensitive. I arched my back, my fingers threading through his hair as he leaned lower, lapping at the honey pooling on my belly. The sensation was incredibly erotic, his warm tongue scraping the sticky sweetness as his groans vibrated against my skin. “Delicious,” he growled, spreading my legs wider. He poured more honey directly onto my clit, then sucked it off with hunger, Ishook, pulling his hair.

Completely at his mercy and it's thrilling He takes the honey from my hands and opens the lid. The first drizzle of honey lands on my lips and chin. He takes a step back and stares at my lips then his gaze travels down my whole body. He steps toward me again and he drizzle's the honey on my collarbone onto my chest, my nipples, and my stomach but he drizzles the most on my bare pussy. Each drizzle of honey on my skin has me twitching in anticipation He picks me up and places me on the table. Moving everything to the side. The sun glistens on the honey on my body and his eyes light up. He places his thumb on my lips and smears it all over

He shivered visibly and pulled the blanket higher around his chest. “You want to know the worst part?” he whispered. “I loved you. Even while I was killing you, I loved you. I called you honey because that’s what you were to me. My honey. My everything. And I destroyed it. I destroyed us.” Tears slipped down his wrinkled cheeks. He did not wipe them away. He just let them fall, his eyes fixed on the space where I stood.

“What’s this?” Mina’s tail swayed with excitement as she lifted the lid, revealing a single bowl of ice cream—but this was no ordinary flavor. The smooth, rich texture gleamed under the warm light, with specks of golden honey swirls infused within. “This,” Mina declared, “is my ultimate creation—Royal Honey Delight.” Mies raised an eyebrow. “Honey?”

She was aided by the revelation that locally grown honey was being touted as an allergen-resistance builder and for its many healing properties—on and on the good luck went, it seemed. When she mourned her own husband’s death (miserable, unreliable S.O.B. that he was), the bees had mourned along with her. She had draped all the wooden hives with black crepe for veils, lifting these only after Good-Time Larry’s burial to share sweets with them, and other foods brought to the funeral feast. Such were the ways of rural folk.

Eliana was on the floor beside a chair, laughing and holding her sides. “Oh! Stop Izzy! Do stop! If you continue making me laugh we will have to remove my corset. I can’t catch my breath!” Eleanor saw him first and smiled. “Did you know, husband, that aquae vitae is not nearly so hard to swallow if you warm it a wee bit and dissolve lots of honey in it?” He looked around the room and saw small glasses on every table. “You’ve been experimenting I see.” “Oh yes. Honey is the best so far, but we’ve got the berries soaking in a glass over there and that is promising too. The results after sitting the afternoon were reasonably pleasing, but I thought we would try the rest of them tomorrow.”