Novel & Cerita Sweet Sensation Never Let You Go

“You really are interesting…” She could feel his smirk against her neck. Her stupidity and confidence had disappeared and she was melting at that moment. She could feel his body pressed against hers, she could smell his cologne and his shampoo... She could also tell that he wasn't as amused as he sounded. Yet she couldn't help but lower her guard slightly. It was most likely because of the way he played with her hair. How did he know she liked that?

Calm, steady, and careful in a way that never felt cold, though he still needed three tries to back a rental car into a tight space and pretended it was the car's fault. He had liked me for years. I knew that now. But while I was with Ethan, Julian had never crossed a line. Maybe that was why, when he reached for my suitcase, I let him take it. Outside the terminal, the island air hit warm and bright. Halewick Cay looked almost unreal at first, the kind of blue-and-white perfection my team had spent months trying to capture on screen. In person, it was less polished and more alive. The wind pulled at my hair, the resort gardens smelled faintly of salt and flowers, and somewhere beyond the ar

Then, he opened it and placed it in my hand. “Why so many questions? Just eat.” He pulled over a stool and sat down. Gently, he took a whiff of the scent, took a bite of the top of the taco, and let out a satisfied sigh. As he moved, the lucky bracelet on his wrist caught the light. It was impossible to ignore. Noticing where I was looking, he deliberately lifted his arm. “I got it back! I know you don’t like it, and I won’t lend it out anymore.”

He drags my hair and whispers in my ear, “How does it feel getting fucked in the sky, sweetheart?” “I…” My words can't fully form. My legs seize and release uncontrollably for him. My whole body trembles. It's too much. I’ve never felt anything like this, and I don't want it to stop. A sudden, sharp, sweetness bursts inside me, like a dam breaking. I can’t control it. It’s sweet, addicting, intoxicating. I lose myself completely for him. My hips, my chest, my heart, everything shattering as the sweetness explodes through me.

"Yvonne, will you marry me?" As the crowd erupted into cheers, I suddenly grabbed the microphone from the emcee. "Congratulations, Charles Jansen. You and your beloved first love have finally gotten your happy ending. And now, it's time for me to leave. "Charles, I don't love you anymore."

My wolf snarled, coiling like a spring inside me, ready to strike. He tried to lift his head. His lips parted, wheezing out words that sounded like apologies. “Selene… you shouldn’t—” “I’m not leaving,” I interrupted, sliding to my knees beside him. My hands hovered over the wound on his side, fingertips brushing the fabric before pressing against the heat beneath. The pain in him pulsed into me, sharp and insistent. The bond surged, wrapping around my ribs, spreading through my veins like wildfire, igniting muscles I hadn’t realized had gone numb.

He smelled like the fine whiskey, that we just drink. "Open your mouth for me, baby." I moaned, and do as he asked and waited for him. His expensive cologne filled the air around me. His lips finally touched mine. His hand reached my waist and hold me, as he continued his deep passionate kiss. His tongue was inside my mouth, savoring me slowly. Taking his time as he breaks our kiss, and nibbled on my lips, then finishing off our kiss. His kiss was making me blush. I've never been kissed this sensually, in my twenty-one years of living. He looked at me and seemed pleased at his work.