Novel & Cerita Sweetest Love

His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with desire, but he was still so gentle. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered, his voice husky. “So perfect.” I buried my face in his neck, embarrassed but glowing. “I still feel like I’m bad at it…” “You’re not,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “You’re sweet. And responsive. And driving me crazy in the best way.” His fingers traced slow circles on my lower back, sending tingles across my skin. “We have all the time in the world. I love teaching you.”

For sure, I'm as red as a tomato. "You can do it, my love." she whispered against my hand. I turned my head to take a look at her. Austin smiled at me. A soft and sweet smile. "You can do it my love. You are the most amazing person I have ever met in my entire life. I love you." she said. Crap. Why did she have to be this sweet? I could feel my heart racing like crazy. It felt my it is going to burst out from my chest. I am floating I'm cloud nine.

I could clearly see now in his eyes how much he loved me. "Josh…" "And even if 4SBLUE is your star, you are my one and only star," he said and placed the necklace around my neck. "Happy birthday, my love. I love you so much!" A tear fell from my eye. "I love you more, Josh. I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you," I replied to him, and the crowd cheered again as 4SBLUE returned to the stage. But in those moments, it seemed like I could only see Josh's loving gaze. And as 4SBLUE sang their song 'One of A Kind,' I approached Josh and leaned in to reach his lips.

She was far too sexy, far too sexual, for that. When she lifted her dessert spoon to her lips and licked the last remnant of chocolate from the silver surface, her pink tongue so tempting, so provocative that he could have almost found his release just watching her work the spoon in that slow, sensual way, Maxim nearly groaned out loud. It was way too easy to imagine that tongue on his bare skin. “What’s your take on love, Maxim?” Michaela asked, lowering the spoon and setting it on the table, curious to find out his reply.

So this is what love feels like. ********

The look on his face has me melting "I love you too, Ber. Goodnight" A/N: Let's play a small game. Who would you kiss, hug, slap, kill or marry among Strawberry, Chocolate, Cream, Caramel, Vanilla and Doctor Sweet?

I watch it sink in and they nod and let it go. Later that night after we spent hours making love to each before exhaustion took over. "I love you guys so much. I can't believe I tamed former manwhores and had their babies." I tell them cheekily earning a swat on my ass from Tyson "well you're stuck with us love" Toni says kissing my forehead. "I know one thing though. You are and will always be our sassy sweetheart" Tristan says as we all fall asleep from exhaustion. (A/N: thanks for reading my first book ever! I have started the second book in this series and will be posting it shortly)

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she whispered, “this love is sweeter than honey.” The mansion glowed that night, full of peace and happiness. For Savannah, it was more than just a house — it was the beginning of her forever.