Taste Of Sky By Ventrecanard Novels & Stories

Clare breathed it in, trying to burn on her memory forever the picture of the sky turning pink over Paris in the autumn, before the sun disappeared for the night behind the skyline. Jean had put on some music. Edith Piaf, her tragically romantic voice the perfect soundtrack for the moment. Without turning round, Clare heard him opening a bottle of wine, pouring out two glasses, walking across the creaking floor towards her. He put his hand on Clare’s shoulder and planted a careful kiss on her smiling lips as he passed her a glass. They each took a sip, Clare grimaced at the bitter taste, he didn’t, and they chinked their glasses together to toast the dying day. Goosebumps of excitement prick

Gracy leaned in until her mouth was at my ear, breath warm. “One taste, Em,” she murmured. “Just one. Then you can decide what happens next.” Her fingers tightened ever so slightly on my neck. “Open your mouth, big sister,” she whispered. “Have a taste.”

Normally, the place is always crowded but the staff knows who he is so they don't dispute when he wants a window seat that overlooks the whole city. One unique thing about the sky bar is that it almost seems like the place is bending. Like the room is falling down to the ground so it faces the ground directly. Even though it's too far to see anything definete on the ground, the roofs of houses and industrial buildings are quite visible. He looks down the building and away, taking in all the beautiful evening lights of the whole city. A waiter approaches him with a glass of whiskey. "I remember your favorite sir. What would you like to eat sir?"

“Sky, be serious. You—the same woman who once made eye contact with a waiter while ordering ‘extra creamy’ pasta without breaking a sweat—are embarrassed about an erotic book? This is your line?” Sky groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “Okay, first of all, that was different. I was hungry, Aria. Desperate times call for shameless dairy requests.” I snorted. “And what, this is somehow worse than publicly declaring your love for lactose?” Sky shot me a glare. “Yes, because this involves a very smug rich guy who is already convinced I’m up to something shady. I’d rather die than have Carter thinking I was creeping around his room just to admire a book called Punished by the Billionaire Alph

she continued, "even if I had free time, I'd rather grab tea and hit the luxury boutiques. Trekking up a mountain in this weather just to have the wind crack my skin? No thanks. That's strictly for you 'puppy love' idiots." The revolving restaurant at the top of Skyview Tower was a vibe. Lance went all out on the order: a medium-rare Tomahawk steak, seared venison, white truffle cream of mushroom soup, and butter-poached lobster tails for starters. Standard Western fare, sure, but the head chef here had dialed the execution up to eleven. Since they were heading up the mountain later and a blizzard warning was already flickering on the news, Lance ordered a bottle of high-proof spirits to kee

I opened the ice cream from James "Uwaaa green tea." I looked at James. "Yeah, your favorite flavor." He chuckled and winked to me. I definitely like this guy. Do you think we both suit each other? "Here." I scooped a little and give it to James and I saw Sky scowled "Later dude, I have to go." Sky stand up and left us both "He's so annoying." I looked at him left the set and walked outside "He's not, he just like to bug people and he's so playful that's all." James said

Sky was experienced, mature and he knew how to escalate things. Moon lifted his hand and fisted Sky’s hair in his hand, tugging his hair just a bit to make him hiss and that was enough for him to take charge of the kiss and intrude his mouth with his tongue. Sky felt someone electrocuted him. It was so fucking hot and so sinful that he felt someone took his breath away. He tilted his face just to give all the access to Moon to fuck his mouth with his tongue just like he would fuck his….

She says. My head quickly moved to switch my head from Rachel to Skyr, the emotionless white haired guy with a weird sense of humor the short time that I have been with him. Then I returned my gaze back to Rachel. "You have one weird taste." "What?" Rachel seemed offended. "What taste?" Skyr suddenly appeared behind me. I jumped in surprise to see that he and Camille were looking at us. Skyr with a curious look and Camille with an amused smile. When we didn't answer, Skyr seemed to assume things on his own. "Is it the taste of room decor?"

{ Farrow } This is different than before, I can tell right away. This time when I sink my teeth into Sky's delicate and delicious neck, there's an outside force around us, clouding my judgment until there's nothing logical going in my mind anymore. Only this. Only her.