Sweet Beauty Novels & Stories

he breathed against my lips, my name sounding different in this moment — softer, almost reverent. I smiled shakily and wrapped my arms tighter around his shoulders, holding him as close as I could. The pleasure was building steadily, warm and full, spreading from where we were joined all the way up to my heart. It wasn’t the sharp, desperate kind I was used to with him. This was deeper. Sweeter. Almost overwhelming in how tender it felt. My legs tightened around his waist. “I’m close,” I whispered, a little embarrassed by how emotional my voice sounded.

A lady with smooth skin, crimson eyes, pink thin lips, and brown shoulder-length hair stood by the door. She wore a blue bodycon dress which matched her white bohemian earrings. Teddy removed his eyes on her and faced the wall. He rolled his eyes. "Do not tell me that you are thinking about that bit**ch again" she shouted in frustration. Bitc*h? That word did not sit well with Teddy. Even though he has a lot of women around him, it's Crystal who has the crown to his heart. She is an angel to him. Calling Crystal a bitch was like daring him.

Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again. -Homer. |L O R E N Z O| Now as she stands with the girls she looks fucking ravishing and irresistible. The purple on her dress matches with the purple in her eyes and her eyes shines. She lets out a free laugh that males me heart miss a beat. She is so fucking gorgeous that it actually hurts. "Stop looking at her like that." I heard Rowan say from my side, breaking the trance of my thoughts. I am displeased by my mind being taken off from her.

Maybe Lottie is as special as Caren, but in a different way? I didn’t have time to ask, as I was hit by a smell I had forgotten I loved. A smell that reminded me of home. Caramel, I just love it. It is the only sweet I eat. It’s so delicious and I am surrounded by the smell of it right now. “Mate.” Diesel shouts in my mind. “Mate.” I said. I looked around and I saw her. She had just walked through a door at the opposite end of the room. She stands staring at me, smiling. I smile at her. She is stunning. Like a fiery goddess with her red locks surrounding her beautiful face.

I chuckled softly at her explanation. “Do you think my scent fits me?” she asked, rolling in my arms to face me. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, and she looked so sweet and innocent looking up at me. “Very much. Like any good tiramisu, you are the perfect balance of sweet and bold.” I smiled, stroking her cheek. She smiled, letting her eyes close. “I can live with that.” Crista sighed before nestling into my chest.

But between the emotional rollercoaster of the last few days and the excitement for the trip, I didn't know when I eventually dozed off. --- When I opened my eyes again, several hours had passed. I blinked slowly. For a second I forgot where I was. Then I saw the cabin, and when I looked out through the window, I saw the beautiful ocean beneath us. Richard noticed I was awake. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." I groaned. "How long was I asleep?" He laughed. "A while." I rubbed my eyes. "Why didn't you wake me?" "You looked so beautiful, I didn't want to interrupt your your beauty sleep."

My naked skin prickling in the cool air. My senses extend outward. Probing. The room is indeed empty. But her scent, Dio, her scent lingers. Soft, warm and intoxicating. Woven into the air like a spell. Clinging to the linens, to my very skin. It is stronger than it should be, as if she is still here curled beside me. I inhale deeply. I can still taste her. I lick my lips instinctively the faint coppery sweetness blooming on my tongue. Ambrosia. That is what it was. Sweet, divine ambrosia. One taste and I am craving her all over again.

She asked, then laugh. " You know, when people tend to pay a blind eye to the treasure they have, others will happily grab it with the slightest opportunity they've got. " She pauses, "you know it, no one can resist his charms and god-like beauty. He is sweet, to those he loves and I'm happy I am privileged to feel the love and warm sensation of his kiss." She continues

aisa dekha nahi khoobsurat koi jism jaise Ajanta ki moorat koi jism jaise nigaahoN pe jaadoo koi jism naghma koi, jism khushboo koi jism jaise machalti hui raagini jism jaise mehakti hui chaandni jism jaise ke khiltaa hua ek chaman jism jaise sooraj ki pehli kiran jism hua dilkash-o-dil-nasheeN sandali sandalee..marmari marmaree.. I have never seen anyone so beautiful her body is like some statue of Ajanta Caves her body is like a spell on eyes

Hold his sobs that he had been able to last. Fathan did not want to ask a lot of questions, he immediately won Adel's head then put his chest. Holding the girl's body he at this time he knew was fragile. "Not daddy, just cry. Because, all the sweet ones are not all sweet. Love is unique, there is a sweet rainbow. Then, disappeared like a stifling fog. What am I right, Del? " Adel was silent, unconsciously he felt their arms. Warm, it feels like he has felt this. But, this is very different. As if he had felt the sun that was as warm as this sun.