Sweet Scent Novels & Stories

She won’t see it coming, no one will, not even her precious Nathan. I caught a familiar scent the moment she walked into the ballroom, looking drop-dead gorgeous. She smells of natural honey, that floral, fruity, scent that is so warm and comforting. I inhaled deeply, taking in that luxurious, rich scent that can take honey lovers straight to sweet heaven.

~Ⓙ︎Ⓔ︎Ⓢ︎Ⓢ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓔ︎ & Ⓡ︎Ⓤ︎Ⓔ︎~ Jessie's POV Never in my life have I smelled something so aromatic, intoxicating, yet disturbing. It was a sweet scent. As sweet as honey dripping from a hive, like sugary puffs, unlike any smell I've ever had the fortune of inhaling.

The transition was just too mundane. Reaching the room, I had her pressed against the door, kissing the plane of her neck. I got the taste of her mouth and I got drunk. Sweet and balmy, I just wanted more. I could still remember the smell of her skin and the softness of it all. The floral scent that had invaded my nose was strong and it was turning me on. I love that smell in a woman. Fresh and new. I wasn't drunk nor tipsy. I was sober, and I was eager to bury myself inside her, which was unusual for me. It had me thinking about how I became so overly eager, thus when she asked for a shot before going all the way, I let go, groaning frustratedly. I'd almost had my hand in between her legs w

I hear her gasp as she prepares to push me away, but as she leans her head back and catches a hint of my cologne, she eases into me. The scent of sweet vanilla and hints of honey attacks my senses. It knocks my breath away, and beyond my control, I press my head even closer to hers. Her scent is beyond intoxicating; I want more of her. And as I listen, I hear her soft rapid breaths singing like music in my ear. There are tingles of pleasure running down my spine, something beyond what I have ever experienced with a woman before.

That was all I could say because then, all I could feel were her soft lips against mine. Her lips! And it felt so fucking nice. I caught a whiff of her scent, she smelt like cake and cinnamon. Not her regular scent. She didn't even have one. Where the heck had she been? Subconsciously, my hand wrapped around her waist as I pulled her closer and went to another kiss, a deeper kiss. My lips moved against hers gently yet roughly, letting out every freaking feeling I had about everything, ranging from frustration to anger then confusion. Her hands tightened around my neck as she rose to her toes to give more into the kiss. I let the bottle drop, using my now free hand to grab her face.

He can smell her over the acrid scent of cigarette smoke. Over the copper bite of blood and the bitter tang of sweat. Over the many and varied perfumes and colognes which have been assaulting his senses for the past two hours. Her scent cuts through it all. Clean and fresh, almost sweet, with a hint of ozone for good measure. Reminds him of what used to be. Of possibilities. Makes him angry, then has him drowning in a sea of down-feather memories.

Everyone else began to sit up and line up to exit. I tried hard to stand straight, but my body swayed, and I almost fell. The man beside me made a move to steady me, but I did not want his help, so he felt awkward and pulled back. I stood in line behind him. Only then did I clearly notice the distinct scent radiating from him. It was a fresh, gentle aroma, nothing like the heavy, cloying perfume Benjamin used. It felt incredibly familiar and strangely addictive. I wondered what cologne he wore.

Maven This girl’s scent is driving me nuts. It’s way too similar to Elena’s. Elena’s scent was like sweet like honey, with just a hint of lavender, and this girl had the same scent, except she also had the smallest hint of citrus, like the smell of oranges.

The sweet, earthy aroma seemed to linger in the air, clinging to me like a warm embrace. My legs moved faster, wanting to know the source of the sweet smell. As we stepped into the big hall, I was overcome by a sweet, heady scent that enveloped my senses. It was as if all of my nerve endings came alive at once, electrified by the mysterious aroma. The air seemed to shimmer and vibrate, as if the scent itself had a life of its own, beckoning me closer.