Sweet As Honey Novels & Stories

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He said and she quickly covered her cheeks in embarrassment. The drive to the party was quiet, neither of them talked about what happened at the salon but she could feel him steal glances at her. Harper played some music and cleared her throat. 𝄞 Ooh, you're so sweet (so sweet), so tight (so tight) I won't bite (ah-ah), unless you like (unless you like) If you smoke (what you smoke?) I got the haze (Purple Haze) And if you're hungry, girl, I got fillets (woo-woo)

They are so beautiful and unequal. Her scent, holy hell. I have always loved that scent but smelling it again made my mind off. The air was saturated with the intoxicating fragrance of honey and milk, a sensory symphony that delicately permeated the surroundings. The sweet, golden notes of honey intertwined with the creamy richness of milk, creating an olfactory dance that stirred a profound sense of desire and need.

But he had chosen to leave, to disappear, and to hide in the shadows while I ate his food and read his words and tried to make sense of a man I did not understand. I picked up the bread and tore off a piece, and the warmth of it spread through my fingers and into my chest. I dipped it in the honey and put it in my mouth, and the sweetness filled my tongue, and I closed my eyes and tried to remember the last time I had eaten something that tasted like this. The honey was rich and golden, with a floral undertone that reminded me of summer, of flowers, and of warmth that had nothing to do with fire.

I slammed open the front door. It was my mate, right in front of me. The most sweetest scent invaded my nostrils making me all giddy and swooning inside. It felt like cotton candy and honey at the same time with his usual maculine scent. If I was in a manga I swear I would've looked with all sparkle eyes and a drool by the side of my lips. He looked like an angel. Without wings. He was giving his usual adorable smile and it almost made me want to faint right there in front of him.

I asked, a breathless laugh escaping me. He picked up the little jar of honey and didn’t answer at first. He dipped one finger inside, and before I could blink, a golden drop landed on the top of my chest, trailing ever so slightly toward my tits.. I gasped. “You’re sweet,” he murmured, “but let’s make it literal.” And then he leaned in, slowly. His tongue traced the trail of honey, warm and deliberate. I felt everything,every flick, every pause. I gripped his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as a low hum escaped my throat.

The cider wasn't strong at all. It could almost pass for juice. Without thinking twice, Harry accepted the glass Cyrus handed him and downed it in one go. Smacking his lips with satisfaction, he exclaimed, "This cider is really good!" Cyrus smiled and said, "If you like it, have some more." After that, Cyrus walked away, leaving the three on their own. Lindsay swirled the pink cider in her glass while breathing in its sweet aroma. When she noticed Harry reaching for another pour, she cut in and said, "Don't drink too much."

"Ms. Valenti, congratulations. You have passed the screening for the confidential experiment. If you join the program, you'll need to travel to Silvercrest, and your domestic identity will be erased. Are you willing to participate?" I had planned to refuse. Lorenzo had always loved me as if I were his entire world, and at that moment, I was carrying his child. I had thought we would finally have a peaceful, happy family. But it seemed that was no longer true. Once the dancer finished her routine, Lorenzo's men called for her to stay and have fun with them.

She was trembling constantly now, thighs shaking, voice gone hoarse from begging. “Please—please just let me—” “Not yet.” He reached for the honey. This time he didn’t drizzle. He poured it straight from the jar in a thick, amber stream directly over her clit and watched it slide down in slow, viscous ribbons. The honey was warmer than the chocolate, thicker, clinging to every fold. When he finally touched her again it was with the pad of his thumb—pressing the honey into her clit in slow, firm circles while two fingers slid back inside, fucking through the sticky sweetness.

“In any case, that won’t solve the problem.” I walk fast and catch up to him, stepping alongside him. “No, I guess not. But I’m craving something sweet and delicious.” I say the latter with a double meaning. Will notices because he glances at me sideways. I feel the blood rush up my neck and pool in my cheeks; I lower my head to hide the redness of my face, hoping he didn’t see it. We walk one more block before stopping in front of the large building ahead of us, where it reads in black letters with silver borders: