Touch Of Sweetness Novels & Stories

“Do you miss touching me?” “Oh, God. Zoe. So goddamn much. You have no idea. It’s all I can think about sometimes, how your skin and hair feel and smell. You’re silk and honey, baby, moonlight and sunset, and I’m addicted to you. Not touching you, kissing you… I miss it like I’d miss air.” “Do you – do you miss me touching you?”

Mike warned her before she could carry on. Sarah gritted her teeth, heaving her anger. Mike bent down to untie her legs when his nose grazed the sweet smell of chocolate on her shiny legs, hitting him hard. Deep exhale swirled on her thighs, clenching a bit higher than it should. His eyes drooped off, inhaling the smell again. This time, with conscious bad intentions. When he opened up, there was no longer anger in it.

I bet those pitch black eyes would look delicious filled with fear, fresh off a run. I thought the only upside to this little pit stop was that I’d be in their home. Closer to Gavin, closer to the top, closer to more information that Oz could use to fuck up their shit, but every time Sweetness moves it’s adding more upsides to the list. She knocks into someone, stilling immediately, and if I wasn’t so distracted by the way her perfect curves sway as she walks, I would have identified this problem sooner. Gavin.

she says tentatively. I rush over and pull her tight into my arms, taking in lungfuls of her plum blossom scent to soothe and calm me. Her delicate form wraps around me in return and I listen as she too breathes in my scent. There’s another scent on her that I can’t for the life of me begin to describe. 'Who touched our Sweet One?' Axel snarls in my mind. 'What the hell did I say about being an asshole?' I snap. “What’s wrong?” She asks, looking up at me.

She’s the mother of my children yet I never touched her or made her feel this way as I am doing right now. The way her nails scratched on my back felt like nothing can be better but I am sure she is gonna leave marks. I bet I have beaten her already if it’s about leaving marks on each other, wink*. ~Cassie’s POV~ I woke up with my back pressing something hard. “Hey beautiful.” Ah, now I know who it is. “Hey!” I said and turned towards him snuggling into his chest. We were in each other’s arms for a while when we heard two tiny footsteps approaching the bed.

I felt like I could explode from his sweet touch. His lips were so luscious, soft, full and enveloped mine with utmost determination. "Mmmmhmmm." I moaned again as his lips delved further into mine. He caressed my cheek so sweetly disorganizing my chain of thoughts. He just knew how to tamper with my senses with just a single touch. A groan also reverberated from his throat the moment I reciprocated his kiss with the same intensity he took mine. He kneaded the back of my neck with his fingers immersing more pleasure into me.

A sin so sweet I could dine on it for eternity. My hands slipped under her tank top and eased up the curves of her sides and over each rib until the swell of her breasts and the intoxication of her touch nearly had me undone. I ran my thumbs over her taut nipples and cupped her mounds. She was as soft as a rose petal, and I wanted to bathe in the sensation-skin on skin. Six years was a long time, but our bodies remembered everything our brains had tried to forget.

The air surrounding them was so hot that it was burning her skin and every part of her body. Every single part of her craved to be touched by him. Hoisting up her head to steal a glance, their eyes met, and her already rapid heartbeat accelerated. "Axel…" She called, her eyes still glued to his. "Let’s—" Her phone rang, cutting her off, and she quickly jerked out of her reverie. Checking the screen of her phone, Zayn’s name flashed on it, and she quickly picked it up. "You are at a warehouse, right?" He asked from the other end of the phone. "Perfect Touch, Inc."

Her soft lips like petals held a mildly sweet fragrance , and upon contact , her touch felt like cream cake . Abhimanyu's heart thudded in his chest in shock , and he stood there , frozen for some time . Taapur was full of light that his heart couldn’t help but shake . And from the corners of Taapur's mouth , a smile curled and a trace of pride that was hidden , fluttered in her chest . Everyone couldn't help but look at the delicate Taapur . There was an irrefutable envy for the attention this woman was getting . But at the next moment, “Atchoo!” His handsome face was suddenly greeted with a loud sneeze . .

It was ownership—her grip tightening around the last thing she could still keep from him. The room tilted again as he tried to push himself forward—tried to make his body obey the urgency in his mind—and his strength betrayed him in the same instant. He drew in a breath too quickly, too shallow, the way drowning men do when they break the surface. At first he only tasted the usual bitterness—herbs, wax, medicine—familiar as a prison. Then something sweeter threaded through it. Faint. Almost imagined. He blinked hard, breath hitching. The sweetness lingered anyway, clinging to the back of his throat like a film. It didn’t belong with the herbs. It was too smooth for sickness. Too deliberate.