Romans & histoires The S-class Guide As Sweet As Honey Novel

Alesya is still afraid that she will regret it later because of the actions of those who didn't think twice before doing it. “Jeez…” Nicholas gulped. His heart almost stopped working. When Alesya approached, the distance between them was erased. The solid sphere fit perfectly in his hand. Stay … "My moci isn't big, is it?" “M-moci?” Alesya nodded. "You shut up. Shouldn't it be squeezed?” "I-I don't know, Al." “That's what this book says.” Alesya innocently showed the book she had just finished reading.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

His hand brought the sheet upto my neck while his eyes stared at mine . " There is no need to work today , I have arranged food for you , You can order more with the work phone in my office . Number is written beside it " I nodded . " If anything happened call the last number on the diary next to the phone , understood ?" I nod once . " Take care , we'll be back by evening "I bite my lip as he suddenly kissed my forehead and walked out . EH ? Why is my heart beating so loudly ? I was eating some chips and going at the back of the house since they had a T.V there , I walked across the cabin but stopped and walked inside it .

Light flooded through tall windows; he could see comfortable reading nooks and antique furniture. Honey sat curled in a large leather chair by the window, a book open in her lap. She looked up as he entered, her copper hair catching the afternoon sun, turning it to flame. She’d abandoned Joy Smith completely here, in her sanctuary, no wig, no glasses, just Honey in her natural state. "How was the interrogation?" she asked with a knowing smile. She knew her father well. "Thorough." Grayson approached, bending to kiss her lightly. "Your father loves you very much."

he said in a intimidating yet sarcastic voice and then shot the man right across the chest. The other men ran away and Liam came to me, “Come on love or you prefer staying here” he smirked and started moving towards his car. He called me wha- again? He is really unbelievable sometimes. Hey readers Aiman here! Just to inform you that I messed up the chapters arrangement a little bit. This chapter is followed by chapter 12 and 11 is missing kindly find chapter 11 in the Chap list and read it after this one. Thank you Aiman~

♧ASH (AKSHITHA) POV♧ Finally we are happy because our honey got her prince charming from the beginning iam doubting both of them because my mom used to say that sometimes hate will be the pillar to love because if someone loves a person there is no guarantee that how many times that they think of their love but if we hates someone we always think of that person that will result in love sometimes same thing happened in honey's life she always have a soft corner for him but she hided it from everyone she lied to herself finally she realized before it's too late I wish she get everything she deserves

The wine tasted strangely sweet. Almost cloying. But the restless energy it created felt like relief. It distracted me from the silence of my empty penthouse. I drained the glass. The warmth intensified. It stopped being a burn and became a fever. The noise of the room faded away. My focus narrowed until only Clara existed. She was speaking. Her words flowed smoothly, like honey. But I could not understand them. All I noticed was her neck. The gleam of her exposed skin. The weight of her perfume—heavy and intentional.

Defeated by the tone, Hugh dragged his boots back toward Aron's side, his eyes fixed on the gravel. Meanwhile, the air inside the center cabin remains incredibly thick with a suffocating sexual heat, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the truck engine running. Seth simply cannot get enough of my skin. Like a wild, sugar-high wolf pup with no brakes, his mouth keeps finding my lips again and again in the dark. Every single time my teeth try to open to speak a word, his tongue silences my jaw with another deep, possessive kiss that tastes like dark honey.

“Nobody has beautiful feet.” “You do.” He kissed my ankle. My instep. The delicate bones along the top. “Everything about you is beautiful.” “That’s the honey talking.” “I haven’t opened the honey yet.” *Then he did. The lid twisted off with a soft pop, and the smell of wildflower filled the space between us. He drizzled a thin line along the top of my foot—cold, then warm as it met my skin—and lowered his mouth.* *His tongue was hot and slow and devastating. He licked the honey off in long, deliberate strokes, tracing every tendon, every bone, every inch of skin I’d never thought of as sensitive until his mouth was on it. I gripped the couch cushions and tried to remember how to breathe.*

He unscrewed the lid with a wicked grin, dipping two fingers into the sticky sweetness. “Let’s make this even sweeter,” he said, his voice a dark promise. He drizzled it over me…starting at my breasts, letting it trail down my stomach in slow, warm rivulets, then lower, coating my thighs and finally pooling right over my center. The honey was cool at first, then warmed against my heated skin. It dripped everywhere, making me glisten under the dim lights. Gavin set the jar aside and lowered his head. His tongue flicked out, lapping at the honey on my breast…long, flat strokes that cleaned every drop while teasing my nipple into a hard peak. I whimpered, my hands fisting the tablecloth.