Taste Of Romance Novels & Stories

But she didn't and he smiled again as he speared another slice of steak with his fork and put it at her lips. Roselle ate the steak without hesitation. "God, this is so delicious!!" She sighed in obvious pleasure, making Romeo's slight smile widen even further. He stared at her lips as she slowly chewed the meat and worshiping its taste at the same time, when out of the blue… his thought strayed. He began to imagine how delicious would she be once he finally got a taste of those lips his eyes was trained on. Would she be so delectable he would forget every thought at the very taste of her lips? Would she be that divine ambrosia he would find himself worshipping her?

Roman let out a grunt, his hands on my thighs tightening. He leaned down and swirled his tongue around my hard as rock nipple, I arched my back off the bed, pushing my breasts into his mouth as he sucked on it, tugged, bit down lightly and returned the same sweet devotion to the other. “God, you taste so fúcking good, Callie,” he growled, his voice thick like dark velvet. My head started to spin as Roman withdrew himself to the tip, giving me a minute to catch my breath, and sank inside me with that roughness that makes my eyes water for more.

Amelia shudders exaggeratedly and then stops in front of a tall shelf labelled Contemporary Romance. She grins up at me mischievously. "Are you insinuating that I am not romantic enough for you?" I fold my arms over my chest, pulling a face. "Well, you could use some lessons." She says, laughing. "You will take that back right now." I play along, acting stern even though I want to throw my head back and laugh out loud. "You will have to make me." Amelia sidles up to me, face tilted up, eyes glittering mischievously. I am so in love with her, it makes no sense. My heart misses a beat as I inhale her sweet perfume up close.

Gasps rippled down the table. Luna didn’t flinch. Not once. A thin line of blood welled up, bright as a ruby. Roman watched it bead, then raised her hand slowly, deliberately, and pressed his lips to the cut. The room fell silent. Even the candle flames seemed to hold their breath. He didn’t kiss , he drank. A single taste, the barest flick of his tongue against her skin. It should have felt like humiliation. It didn’t. It felt like claiming. His voice was a whisper against her palm. “I taste rebellion.”

Romeo was the first to try the cake, and he had a chance to smell the aroma that came from his wife's tiramisu cake. It's so fragrant, Romeo thought, as if that aroma was saying that the cake was so delicious. When he tasted it, a sound startled the room. "It's so delicious!" Mrs. Carla shouts "Is this really yours? Aren't you hiding a famous chef's cake on your table!" asked Mrs. Carla, who had finished eating a cake and was currently taking another slice of Hana's cake. It seemed like a magic revolved around Mrs. Carla that changed her mood.

I’ve never wanted a woman this much, and with little provocation. She’s not flirting, not doing anything to get my attention, yet from the moment I took my seat across from her, I’ve been hard, the sight of her plush lips closing around a fork turning me on more than the most erotic strip show in my club. “This has to be the most delicious thing I’ve ever had,” Lorena says after trying a forkful of the Napoleon dessert, and I murmur my agreement , though I can barely taste the multilayered puff-pastry cake.

Together, we made our way to the dining area, where a table adorned with delectable treats awaited us. Seated across from each other, our eyes locked in a shared connection that transcended words. The room was filled with a harmonious symphony of laughter and whispered endearments, as we savored the simple joy of being together. With each bite, I relished the flavors dancing on my tongue, but it was the taste of Roman's love that was the sweetest of all.

It all felt so awfully wrong, a foreign experience she couldn't reconcile. The kiss didn't set her ablaze like Ronnie's fiery kisses often did. Dario's kiss was understated, almost lacking in zest, and it left her craving the explosive intensity she had come to associate with Ronnie's passionate embraces. When Ronnie kissed her, he ignited a fervor within her that tempted her toward the unthinkable. In stark contrast, Dario's kiss left her yearning to pull away, a sensation that crept over her like an unsettling shiver in the midst of a heatwave.

“Wow.” Tristan blinked. “This tastes like childhood and sin combined.” Rose laughed. “I’m putting that on my website.” We tasted lemon coconut, red velvet, and almond cream. Everything was good, but Tristan and I both kept going back to the chocolate hazelnut. “I think we found our winner,” he said, licking a bit of frosting off his thumb. “I think so too,” I smiled. “It’s… us.” “Rich and dangerous?” he teased. I laughed. “Sweet and a little dramatic.”

I faster riding him when i heard his moaned, I feel like I’m energized by hearing his moan. When I feel my orgasm was about to come i slowly get up but he pulled me and we exchanged positions and he continue thrusting. When my orgasm come i slowly get sleepy but josh pressed his body too me. “what’s your name” he whispered to my hears. “it’s rose” I said and then I feel asleep. ************ When I woke up josh is still sleeping next too me, I scanned his body and i see his penis standing so I bought my mouth into his penis because I’m curious of its taste because my friends say it’s delicious.