Sinfully Delicious Baking Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ecca’s legs shivered upon feeling his lips over the sensitive clit. [Book title: Marked by the demon] - Available on Alpha-n0vel

"I like being home. How about you and me stay in bed the whole day, get some Chinese takeout, maybe I fuck my wife all day long." I'm already scooting out of bed. "Can't. Alma and I are making the desserts for tomorrow's lunch." He also gets up and follows me to the bathroom. "You're making dessert?" "Don't be so shocked." I get my toothbrush out of the holder. "Baking is like science, if you don't get the formula right, you can forget about the perfect dessert. I threw a whole batch of biscotti away yesterday."

Grow up, Augustine. "We only have three slices left. I suggest you grab it before people are pouring in for lunch in, ummm," she glances at the watch wrapped on her skinny wrist, how would that feel when I grab it while I fuck her on the wall mhmmmm, "10 minutes." "Really? Oh dear, then can we have two slices of those yummy but sinful dessert?" She giggles as she nods, "two yummy but sinful dessert coming right up!" Fuck, all those words describe her perfectly. Yummy lips, sinful ass, I am seriously craving for different kind of dessert right now.

In the silence around me, his little moans were making me mad crazy. He pulled his hand on the wall, almost slightly brushing through my arm. He pushed his lips hard on my skin and sucked my skin very passionately, slowly moving his face on my neck. I don't remember anyone touching me before, oh wait! My first kiss with Cain wasn't even this satisfying. Honestly speaking, I don't know when it ended, but I felt good. Does that make me a sl***? I mean just imagine your celebrity crush or a famous hot celebrity sucking your skin, ummmmm I think I'm a sl**** of that makes me one.

Rowan’s housekeeper was a master of the culinary arts, and the way the chocolate melted on my tongue was the first bit of peace I’d felt all day. “Don't tempt me,” I replied, hiding my smile behind a forkful of cake. “It’s so decadent it tastes like a sin against the Moon Goddess.” Rowan chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Speaking of sins, I have a favor to ask. A big one.” I set my fork down, my internal alarms quiet but alert. “Did you have the kitchen staff bake this just to soften my resolve, Rowan?”

It feels like balm to my soul. Clean. Balanced. Sweet but not too sweet. Moist. Fresh. Every bite feels like healing. Today again, I asked for it the moment I entered my office. My PA laughed a little. “Sir, they’ve already brought it.” I nodded. “Good.” I removed the box, opened it gently, and looked at the simple white frosting. No fancy decoration, just neat and perfect. One bite and I paused, closed my eyes. There’s talent here. This is not ordinary bakery work. This is someone who knows craft. Someone who pours emotion into flour and egg.

She breathed out in relief. "You scared me!" She opened the window and let him in. "Woah, what are you making?" Snow's mouth watered. "It's smelling so delicious, I could smell it to my house..." Valerina chuckled. "I am making pastries for Angel..." "Okay!" He looked at the oven where bread was baking. His mouth dropped. "Wow!... Do you also know magic?" "It's just a oven, Snow..." She chuckled. She pulled the base out and Snow's ears perked with the delicious aroma.

DEMETRIA The smell of sugar and butter filled every inch of the bakery, warm, rich, and comforting, the kind of scent that hugged you from the inside out. My hands were dusted in flour, sleeves rolled to my elbows as I focused on the glossy lemon glaze dripping slowly over a batch of golden, puffed pastries cooling on the rack. It was late. Well past closing, but when inspiration struck, time always became a blur. Cedric Grolet’s new recipe had been sitting in my notes for weeks, and tonight finally felt like the night to test it.

“Your creamy juices all over your greedy little hole. Such a sinful sight for a man of God.” He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up her slit, lapping up her warm, sweet arousal in one long, greedy stroke. The taste made him groan deeply against her flesh, the sound vibrating straight through her core and making her clit throb. Amelia’s hips jerked at the sudden wet heat, a shocked moan escaping her lips.