Sweet Like Candy In My Veins Mga Nobela at Kwento

Every inch is red with want because of the possession in his voice as he talks about my blood. “It is sweet and rich,” he murmurs. “It has a spice in it, too. It burns when I drink it and it is the type of burn that consumes me. It’s intoxicating, human. I can feel my body becoming stronger, more alive as it courses through my veins made of demonic ice.” My breathing is ragged. The combination of his words and his voice is an aphrodisiac that causes me to harden without warning. The two holes on my neck prickle to life. I want him to touch me. To feed from me.

“Small dosages cause hallucinations, large leave you completely unconscious.” I took a deep breath again, peeling back the layers of various scents until I reached what they were talking about. A floral kind of sweetness, somewhat like perfume. It was to mask the horrendous metallic undertone, nearly strong enough to mimic the scent of fresh blood.

Similar to honey in taste and viscosity, Vanadine knew this was actually condensed tree sap and stuffed handfuls into his mouth, the back of his jaws stinging with the intense sweetness. You’ve become like an animal. His mind said as he spat out bits of twig and leaf before shoving another gobbet in. I need this before I’m too exhausted to do anything. Can’t rescue Carine if I’m worn out. He thought as he sat back, resting on the far wall. Sipping at the water, a long, loud belch ripped from his throat and satisfaction washed over him, soothing and calming. The almost pure sugar he had gobbled made him feel almost instantly better but Vanadine knew he would have to find something more substa

Out of the folds he withdraws a small vial, full of something tinged the faintest blue. He presses the vial to my cracked palm. "Drink." "Is it—Is it going to kill me?" I murmur, holding the vial with both hands. But I'm already pulling the cap open, too desperate to care. I'd already gone several days without a single sip of water. He smiles. "Of course not." I drink. I tip the entire vial down my throat. It tastes like the sweetest nectar. Cold and refreshing, as if it had been iced for days before.

It tastes like thick gloopy honey, laced with all sorts of chemicals that burn my throat as I take it down and almost choke on its thicker consistency. I gag but manage to claw myself into staying still and swallowing hard with multiple gulps. Closing my eyes as the taste turns bitter, spreading down my throat and into my stomach and immediately warms them both. I can feel it disperse into my veins and limbs, knocking the cold of the rocks away from anywhere my skin touches and almost immediately I start to get a little woozy. The ground around me moving and swaying softly, like the sea coming in on the tide.

“Drink this, hurry. It’ll heal you.” At that moment, someone could’ve given me poison and I would’ve gladly drunk it like ambrosia, I was so thirsty. So I opened my mouth and Miaka poured in as much of her blood as possible. Strangely, the liquid didn’t feel coppery or iron-like. It was actually sweet…and very thick. Or I might be so thirsty that my mind was playing tricks on me.

I don’t breathe air anymore; I breathe his air, and he breathes mine. We don’t break out of each other's lips; we are kissing everything and sucking each other’s breath and saliva. He is so fucking sweet, and his lips fucking taste so good that I want to eat them up. Oh God, he is the kind of sweetness that can give me diabetes. And I will probably die from diabetes with no regret. My body explodes with heat like a volcano eruption. He holds my waist with his hands, yanking me closer to his body so that there is no space between us but skin to skin.

"Our little experiment will reveal the true power that runs in your veins." I gritted my teeth, summoning whatever defiance I had left. "You won't break me, Viktor. I'll never let you use me for your twisted plans." He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "We shall see, my dear. Prepare yourself." A masked figure approached, holding a syringe filled with a mysterious substance. Without warning, the needle pierced my skin, injecting the concoction into my bloodstream. An intense burning sensation spread through my veins, making me writhe in agony.

Nathaniel got momentarily distracted by the sound as he turned his head towards it, but I didn’t waste any time. Crossing the distance between us in a blink of an eyes, I caught a hold of his shoulders and sank my fags into his neck, right at the pulsating vein. My only satisfaction was seeing his eyes widen in horror when he realized what was happening. Blood, thick and warm poured into my mouth. It made my stomach launch in repulsion at first, but the second it touched my tongue, the repulsion was gone and I was latching on to him like a leech, sucking harder on the vein to get more of the thick liquid down my throat. It didn’t taste sweet or anything like the words depicted in fantasy nov

Alexander was vaguely aware of something sweet in his mouth. He couldn’t help but suck more gently to draw it out and into his mouth. His mind was hazy, and his body was feeling full, but even so, he couldn’t stop himself from drawing a few more drops of the sweetness into his mouth. His senses were heightened and he could hear the sound of a beating heartbeat and the sound of pumping blood with each heartbeat. He gave one last lick to the sweetness before groaning and burying his face into the warmth below him, shuddering as hot pleasure raced through his system.