Taste Of Sky By Ventrecanard นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I winked at her, “I’ll try. Now, dig in before it gets cold again. I don’t think I can reheat twice without ruining it. Afterward we’ll catch the movie in the theatre and see where the night takes us.” She raised her empty glass, and I quickly filled it with the cabernet sauvignon and did the same for my own. I lifted my glass in a toast. “Sounds like a plan!” We clinked glasses and she took a big sip before tasting all the food. “Husk and Sky are going to be sorry they missed this,” she said between bites. “I feel sorry for Sky, but Husk needs to be taken down a notch anyway.”

He chuckles out, handing a glass of champaign to Blaine. “And why is that Eathan?” I inquire, narrowing my eyes at my cousin. “Because he is surrounded by a group of vultures.” Curious by what my cousin means, I excuse myself and go in search of Sky, spotting him easily with a group of women surrounding him. I can see he is trying to keep his distance, a drink in each hand. Pissed that these vultures would try and flirt with my boyfriend, I march my way towards them and push past the ladies. One went to confront me but quickly realized who I am. She whispers something to the girl beside her and soon the crowd of courtesans part. With no one blocking my way, I make it to Sky’s side and take o

The products he created were in huge demand in pack wars. I held one of the bottles in my hand and flipped it to check if it was spilling or not. Sky had tightened the cork of the bottles well. “Hope this would work well,” I said, looking at the pale yellow liquid. Wolfsbane had no such effect on humans, so I wouldn’t be facing any while throwing them at the enemies from the rooftop. “You know, your plan makes you look so hot right now, I feel like bending you on this table and fucking you…hard.” Sky said with a smile, but his gaze was filled with lust.

She needs to know what she left behind. I rolled my eyes. I spayed the cream and placed a few pieces of fruit in the fluffy cream. I wrapped the crepe up and took a bite. It was so good and I sighed in contentment. There was the prickle of the Luna’s gaze but I tried to ignore it. “I want to know, Sky.” I was about to take another bite when I looked over to her. “Are you…sure?”

(A One-Night Stand) Thinking straight was hard. Harder than I thought. Not with his fingers trailing down my skin—from my parted lips down my body. This was a mistake. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I was supposed to be, to be… My thoughts scattered when his breath brushed my skin, goosebumps spreading across the surface in response. He was making it impossible to think but I didn't want him to stop. “I missed you,” he whispered, teeth grazing my earlobe. His tongue flicked over my neck, rough, while his hands hovered just above my hips, slowly guiding me to the bed.

Hendrix eggs me on. Maybe there really is a Goddess playing a practical joke on me by placing my personal holy grail right in front of me. The way she’s dressed to kill, the way her voice sounds seductively from a distance, the way her intoxicating scent of barbecue and grass tempts me. And oh, the way she tastes! My thoughts drift back to the feeling of my tongue against her wetness, the taste of paradise. Pleasure rushes south, and I decide that fuck it.

Blythe pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation as she seemed to lose control. Kai didn’t hesitate. He immediately began to devour her eagerly, his tongue skillfully exploring her folds and sending waves of intense sensation through Blythe's body. She arched in response, her hands gripping his hair tightly as the pleasure surged through her. The intensity of the sensations was overwhelming, and she pressed his face even closer to her core, urging him deeper.

she twirled again, hands up in victory. We laughed until our sides ached, the tension from last night melting into frantic outfit checks, makeup fixes, and giggles that carried us through the day. ***** The evening arrived.The elevator doors slid open with a soft hiss, stepping onto the rooftop of The Skyline Haven, where the city glittered beneath us like spilled diamonds. Warm gold light washed over my skin, and the soft hum of saxophone curled through the air. Jefferey was beside me— tall, sharp jaw, clean gorgeous smile that could warm frozen rivers. He brushed a hand through his hair and grinned.

Damien noticed, raising a brow with a teasing smile. “Can you say that…” Lia replied lightly, still smiling as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “The usual?” Damien nodded. “Did you listen to the playlist I sent you?” he asked. “Yeah… I love it,” Lia said, unable to hide the genuine excitement in her voice before she quickly went to fetch his chocolate-filled croissant and vanilla latte. The warmth from the oven fogged up the glass slightly, and the rich smell of chocolate followed her back to the table minutes later.