Novel & Cerita The Sweet Obsession Book

Her eyebrows arch as she moans softly in her sleep. “Hmm.” I smile, her soft sound reminding me what we were doing before we heard the gunshots. “That was a waste.” I murmur. I almost got a taste of one of the fantasies I have been silently wanting for years. Mel soft lips wrapped around my dick. I shudder at the thought. “Who knows? Maybe, I would have satisfied this… this obsession, and gotten you out of here, far from this crazy world I brought you into.” Staring at her face, I climb in the space next to her and lie down, wondering if I would actually be able to let her go in the end.

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Those beautiful colors gave rise to his desire to peck them. “Every second, I refrain from thirsting for the sweetness of nectar,” Chin Hwa continued. “And … it drives me crazy.” Chin Hwa encouraged himself to touch Qeiza’s cheeks with slightly trembling fingers. The blush on her cheeks instantly made him swallow his saliva. “You ….” Chin Hwa swept every inch of Qeiza’s eyes with the thirsty look of a man towards his dream woman. “You … are a flower that I can only see from the distance because it’s still blocked by a glass wall.”

“Even after everything. The blood, the lies, the betrayals… I still choose you.” Matteo’s eyes darkened with something fierce and tender. “Come here.” I didn’t hesitate. I rounded the table and climbed into his lap as best I could with the restraints. His mouth found mine instantly — a deep, desperate kiss that tasted of blood and survival and forever. His tongue stroked mine with slow, claiming strokes, pouring every ounce of love and obsession into it. I moaned softly into his mouth, hands framing his face, thumbs brushing the silver scar I had come to adore.

A spike of bit- terness, sharp and almost satisfying, shot through her. It was a small victory, a crack in his carefully constructed armor. "Oh, right," she continued, her voice dripping with false sweetness, the honey laced with poison. "Alli. The baby bartender who thinks you're just some broken bird she can !x. I bet she asks you if you're okay when you go all quiet, smiles at you like she's the only one whosees something soft under all that smoke and ash."

The chill slid up my spine, while his calm presence clashed with my storm. "Did my words annoy you?" he asked in a low, rough voice, tight like a pulled string. I rolled my eyes sharply and turned my face away. I ignored him. His hand reached for my chin, turning my face back to him with terrifying calm. "Do not roll your pretty eyes at me like that, Amara." he whispered, his hot breath brushing my skin. "Mr. Dorian, why are you so obsessed with putting me on counters? I have two perfectly good feet. I can stand."

I almost dropped the tray of the pies. Finally the pack meeting ended. All the other omega females went outside to clean the dishes and to cut the ingredients. Since I was going through a tough situation the oracle had ordered them to give me less tasks for a few days. So I was just sitting at the kitchen, wiping out the extra water from the cleaned dishes that were coming from outside time to time. Suddenly I got that familiar fragrance again. It was a beautiful enchanted fragrance like a lotus flower. Sweet and fruity. I quickly turned back and came face to face with the soon to be alpha who was standing there right in front of me. He was calm and composed just like earlier.

And pressed a warm kiss on the back of my hand. A violent shiver ran through my entire body. Then he whispered in his rough, husky voice: “Good morning… my sweet one.” My breath stopped. One moment… My sweet one…? Sweet one?! My brain completely froze. Heat rushed to my face so fast I thought I might actually catch fire. As for him… He watched me with that calm, amused expression, clearly enjoying every second of my embarrassment. “Gab…!” His name came out of my mouth weak and flustered in a humiliating way.

“I saw your meal plan. They are starving you half to death. Let me ask you; do you want to eat no-flavor yogurt and granola or that piece of bacon you’re eye-fucking?” “I can’t gain any weight… do you know how many calories are on this plate?” “I don’t fucking care. Which meal will make you happy? If you want the yogurt, that’s fine, but don’t you dare eat it because it’s what is expected of you.” He lifts one eyebrow as if he’s daring me to deny that I want the pancakes and bacon. I pick up the bacon and nibble the end. “Oh, my God,” I moan at the crisp goodness as it practically melts on my tongue. I take another bite and another until the piece is gone, and because I’ve apparently lost my

*Harper* The bar wasn’t loud, but the music still managed to settle somewhere in the back of my head, it was steady, pulsing, and just faintly annoying. I kept my hands wrapped around the stem of the glass Sophia ordered for me. It was something sugary, bright pink and topped with a sparkler that had already fizzled out. “I told them to make it sweet,” Sophia grinned beside me, watching me too closely. “Didn’t think you liked strong drinks.”