Taste Of Sky By Ventrecanard Novelas e Histórias

he asked them, and Taylor and Sky looked at each other. "Prove it," Taylor said, and Dante smiled. He walked to Sky, brushing her hair aside and leaning down to bite her. She gasped, and Taylor stared, eyes wide. He took a small gulp and pulled away, licking the wound so it healed. "Fuck, you're the real deal," Taylor muttered, and Sky let out a moan. "What's happening to her?" Taylor asked, looking at Sky as she rubbed herself against Dante. "My venom is getting in her system, and it's an aphrodisiac," he said and walked to her.

CHAPTER 88 The private jet cut through the clouds like a silver blade, the sound of the engines a steady lullaby over the Atlantic. Tiana leaned back in the wide leather seat, the cabin's ambient lighting casting a warm, golden glow across her skin. Ryan sat beside her, their thighs brushing with every subtle shift of the plane. The flight attendant had discreetly retreated after serving chilled champagne and a light supper of caviar canapés and fresh strawberries. Outside, the sky was an endless inky canvas, stars winking like distant promises.

By the time he's licked himself clean, I'm barely breathing. Good thing there's plenty to distract me on the table. Martin wasn't joking when he hinted that we had a big meal ahead of us. For our first course, the waiter has brought us an array of dishes: steamed mussels, salmon and asparagus bouchées, stuffed figs, prosciutto-wrapped prawns. My mouth waters just looking at it all. Calder is raising his glass of champagne. "A toast," he says. "To tonight." I lift my own glass. "To Martin, on his new adventure here at Ventine's. And for providing us with this fine bubbly."

Skye said, sliding into the booth beside me instead of across from me, close enough that her shoulder pressed against mine. "Kelly has surprisingly good taste for a man who once set a grill on fire." "Low bar, but I'll allow it." A waiter appeared with two glasses of red wine we hadn't technically ordered yet—apparently the house didn't believe in menus so much as vibes—and we settled back to let the music wash over us, the saxophone bending low and mournful before the whole quartet picked the tempo back up into something brighter. "I used to think places like this were pretentious," Skye admitted, swirling her wine. "Too moody. Too much smoke."

Now, Sky is the one who wasn’t sure about a matching mark. Turning his gaze towards her, Payne once again amused by her innocent question, “Of course, don’t worry.” Sky prepared herself, as she got closer into his chest, hearing the thumping sound of his heart, and inhaling the deep of his scent. Somehow it calms her, and when she sinks her teeth on him, she can taste Payne’s blood begin to flow inside of her mouth. She felt of a euphoria, and not even her, Payne also felt the same.

Azxel wanted to punch him or maybe… kiss him Or maybe just… not breathe while Sky kept looking at him like that. And just like that, Sky leaned closer to his nostrils, just enough that Azxel could smell the smoke and the faint smell of his cologne, the invitation hiding behind those teasing eyes. “You’re paranoid,” Sky said. “But… that’s what I like. It keeps things… fun.” Azxel froze. He knew fun wasn’t the word Sky would use if he had a choice. Sky leaned closer, his voice dropped, low and teasing like a cat about to purr.

Winning Sky was like coaxing a feral cat, you'll get scratched, you'll be bitten, and worst the feral cat will treat you like a stranger... literally a stranger. "Hey! Kole..." Sky called him in a rising tone. Kole who was busy tidying the living room turned his head upon hearing Sky's voice then without any warning a lip landed on his cheek. "I'll cook, how does fried rice with steamed dumplings sounds?" With a good and cheerful aura, Sky smiled brightly at Kole.

"Yes, can't Mama and Uncle see it?" Sky turned the book 90 degrees clockwise. "Look! Doesn't it look like two waterfalls side by side? This is Chamarel Falls!" Edmund and Rachel could not help but laugh. Their heads shook, amazed by Sky's imagination. "How could you think of such creative ideas, Sky? You're amazing." Edmund rubbed her head. Smiling sweetly, Sky looked back. "That's because I really like Chamarel Falls. It's easy for me to see it."

After the blonde was done listing the flavors he decided to get chocolate and coffee two of his favorite taste in the world, while Adriana got chocolate and mint. On instinct Skyler pulled out his wallet to pay but his hands was smacked away by the blonde. " I have got this, " Adriana winked at him causing his heart to launch against his chest. " With the ice cream in hand, " they headed towards the door. " You have such a weird taste, " Adriana told him making a face at his choice. " You are the one to talk, " Skyler smiled with a pointed look at her cup. He scooped his ice cream and placed it carefully on his lips and then moaned when the wonderful taste hit his taste boards. His eyes clos

Iris The Skyline restaurant is located on the top floor of one of Ordan’s tallest buildings, thus offering a panoramic view of the city lights below. From here, I can see the entire city stretched out below me—the dense clusters of buildings in the center city, the streetcar wending its way through the avenues, the bridge that takes us up toward the northern territories, and finally the bay that separates Ordan and Bo’Arrocan.