Touch Of Sweetness Novels & Stories

The touch was gentle yet charged, like a current passing between us. A soft sigh escaped my lips, a mixture of pleasure and longing escaping in response to his touch. It was a touch that seemed to hold new depths, a connection intensified by recent events. It sent a rush of sensation to my head, filling my senses with nothing but him. The familiar scent of Kane enveloped me, wrapping me in its comforting embrace. His eyes, once a familiar shade, darkened to an intense black, reflecting the depth of his emotions.

The softness of Scarlet's mouth against mine sent a surge of warmth coursing through my body, igniting a fire that had always burned bright between us. Her lips, as delicate as rose petals, molded perfectly with mine, creating a seamless connection that spoke volumes of our deep love and understanding. I could taste the subtle sweetness of her breath, mingling with the hint of mint from the toothpaste she had used earlier. My fingers gently traced the contours of her face, reveling in the softness of her skin. The tenderness of her touch sent shivers down my spine, awakening every nerve in my body. It was as if her touch carried the power to heal and revive me, even in the darkest of moments

Fuck, she tastes sweet, like candy and Moscato wine, like summer breaking through a fall day. She grabbed my bare sides and I leaned into her more, pushing her back onto the sofa. She went with me, her grip on me tightening. Our bodies fell flush together, and as I kissed her deeper, swiping my tongue against her bottom lip, she eased her hands around to my back. Her hands were soft and so fucking warm, each touch was a burning trail across my skin, one I felt tingling everywhere, because, fuck, fuck, fuck. Too many girls, kisses, touches. None like this.

“Touch yourself for me.” She bit her lip, eyes half-lidded, as her fingers moved in slow circles. I kept kissing her neck and her collarbone while my hand continued to tease her breast. The towel around my waist was tented now, the pressure almost painful. I reached down and adjusted myself once, then left my hand there, lightly stroking over the fabric as I watched her.

They are so overwhelming like this and I love it and can’t focus on anything all at the same time. “I..I like it…when all of you touch me like this. It kind of scrambles my brain.” Oliver rubs me against him again. “Oh, f*ck! Yes, that feels so good.” I let my head rest in Cam’s hand, letting my eyes close so I can focus on feeling. “Can you handle more, Sweetness?” “Yes, please.”

Steve was lost in thoughts. He could not forget the delicate arms with soft warmth wrapped around his neck. He pulled her close and kissed her lips with a compelling hunger he had never experienced in his entire life. He pried her mouth open, plunging into her mouth without hesitation. Saving the sweet vanilla flavour of her velvety tongue. She was like a breath of fresh air, very innocent and refreshing. He deepened the kiss drawing her lower lips into his mouth and sucked greedily.

He leaned on one elbow, watching my face with intense eyes as his hand moved lower and lower, grazing the place aching for his touch. “Sweetheart, trust me. I like you much better when you’re living and breathing.” Watching my face closely, he slid his fingers into my slick heat, finding my pulsing center. Never breaking eye contact, he began to move, slow and soft. My breath caught in my throat and my eyelids fluttered closed. “Keep breathing,” he whispered as his fingers picked up the pace. And then his lips were on my skin, nipping and licking a burning trail over my chest. I gasped as his tongue flicked over a nipple. “There you go.”

he asked which caused me to open my eyes and feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Yeah," I answered. "A Glacia's heart is not beating, Fhyra," I freed myself from his embrace when I heard him. "What do you mean? Is that bad for you?! What shall we do--" "Shhh," He said as he took me back into his arms to calm me. "A Glacia's heart is frozen until it found it's soulmate," he said which made my eyes bulge. "You see, Princess? All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one." he said sincerely which made my heart constrict because of too much happiness.

He forced himself to act calm and accepted the candy and water. The sweetness from the hard candy filled his mouth. Chester never liked sweets. In fact, he loathed them. However, since Giselle had bought it for him, he didn't mind for once. The car engine started, and the city lights blurred into glowing streaks outside the window.

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