Taste Of Sky By Ventrecanard Novels & Stories

He whispers, changing the pattern of his fingers. “What?” I ask. Before I can get the answer I seek, I find myself convulsing uncontrollably as liquid rushes out of my body, staining his fingers. I immediately bite my lips, trying to stop the disgraceful sounds coming from my mouth. But Leonardo chooses that moment to lick my ears, making me lose it.

“Victor, then.” I pour myself a whiskey and watch her move. She’s efficient, graceful in a way that makes my kitchen feel lived-in for the first time in years. The scent of something fresh — basil, lemon, a woman's cooking — cuts through the sterile air of the penthouse. My body reacts before my brain can shut it down: a low pull, heat gathering low in my gut. I take a long sip and force my eyes to the city skyline instead. “Dinner’s almost ready if you’re hungry,” she offers. “Nothing fancy. Just pasta.”

Aisie took out plastic cups. My crazy friends are ready. "Let's play. Truth or dare, with a twist," Deyl said softly and then bit her lower lip. "Your cousin is starting to scare me," Dienvel whispered which makes me chortled. But when my eyes met again in front of us, I lost my smile when I saw Xalent's sharp eyes. If staring can cause death, maybe I'm lying now on the floor. Thankfully, it doesn't. "Whoever answers dare will drink what we season. Like wine mixed with soy sauce, vinegar, salt, or anything we have." Everyone immediately shouted. They were really happy with the crazy idea of Dey.

She was mine. She climbed onto the bed and straddled my face. Her thighs on either side of my head. Her pussy was already glistening with how much she wanted this. "Eat me," she said, not asked. I pulled her down and my tongue found her immediately. She tasted like everything good. Like desire and honey and something uniquely Mila that made me feel like I could come just from this. I licked her slowly, deliberately, taking my time with her. My tongue circled her clit while she made these soft sounds that made my entire body vibrate.

"I can make a neat margarita." "Too sweet." "Vodka?" "Too strong." "Tequila?" She smiled, "Too risky." "Tequila it is," he chuckled. "How about that flask?" she asked, glancing at the gold flask sitting behind him. "That's absinthe, Miss. It's dangerously strong." "Perfect." He hesitantly handed her the flask. "Thanks," she grinned, pushing the glass of her whisky into his hands. "See you around." "Without a name?" he asked as she turned to leave.

She glared at the scene with eyes filled with envy and spite. "Cecilia, how can you be so happy after ruining my life? Why am I the one who has to leave Riverie City with nowhere to go? If I can't be happy, I won't let anyone else be happy either!" Yvonne muttered angrily to herself, then shot Cecilia a bitter look before storming off.

"What the hell is happening to the sky? Zack, look at the sun!" Elodie’s voice cracked over the roar of the wind. She stood on the balcony of the highest tower, her boots crunching on the frost that was rapidly spreading across the stone. Above, the sun was being eaten. A black disc bit into the fiery edge of the star, turning the world a bruised, sickly violet. The shadows on the ground weren't fuzzy anymore; they were sharp, jagged lines that seemed to vibrate.

“What is that?” Blaze smiled. “It’s called a Montana Sky. It has lemonade, elderflower gin, and lavender syrup. Want a sip?” She offered it to Amerie, who hesitantly sipped. Her eyes widened. It was sweet and refreshing, and reminded her of a spring day. “Wow.” Amerie said. “I’m definitely getting that next.” Blaze grinned. “Careful. It’s almost as dangerous as my shop.” She winked. Amerie couldn’t help but laugh.

He was still seething. That morning replayed like a cruel loop. The so-called “coffee” Sky had made nearly ended him. He could still taste the acrid bitterness that had burned his tongue. One sip, just one, and his stomach had revolted. He’d spat it out immediately, coughing, his eyes watering. “Damn it, Sky,” he’d rasped. “What in the world is this?” Her face had flushed crimson, guilt and panic chasing across her features. “I-I followed a recipe online. Maybe I put too much espresso—”

Sky mumbles inherently from her seat, she sounded so drunk, "Mmm…" I replied, "Have you thought about the possibility of your heart desires coming through and also the vivid possibility of living out your fantasy? Huh?" Sky said as she reached over the table to cup my face in her hands, Oh no, she is deluding again, I scoffed, "How are you so sure it will be all that?" "My instincts are going haywire on this one," "That is what you said about the last guy that almost duped us of all our savings last time you placed me on a dare like this?!" I retorted,