Whispers And Honey Novels & Stories

I whispered, a shaky breath escaping me when his hand brushed along my hip. “There’s that sound again,” he said quietly. “You have no idea what that does to me.” He placed his hands farther on my hips and bent down, pulling me closer until his lips touched my folds and gave me a hard, slow lick on my opening. I let out a soft breath as he moved kisses along my thighs, my fingers tightening slightly against his shoulders. “Jackson…” I whispered. “Yeah?” His voice was low and warm, his lips brushing against me again. A quiet little sound escaped me before I could stop it, somewhere between a sigh and a whimper.

Leo, the young stepson; Marcus, the giant guard; and Silas, the muscular gardener. "I want to taste the earth," Sarah whispered. She reached into a basket on the table. It was full of fresh honey from the estate’s bees and a jar of thick, cold cream. She poured the honey over her thighs. It looked like liquid gold in the moonlight. Then she took the cream and smeared it over her belly and her pussy. The white cream stood out against her tanned skin. "Silas, come here," she commanded. "Clean me. Use your tongue to taste the honey and the cream. I want to feel the dirt on your hands while you do it."

But as his laughter subsided and he looked down at me, I could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. "You look desperate, honey," Clyde whispered, his voice dripping with a passion I had never heard before. It was the first time he had called me "honey" without a hint of sarcasm or mockery. The word had always felt like a weapon when he used it, a reminder of the power he held over me. But this time, it was different. This time, the way he said it sent a shiver of longing through my entire body, making my heart pound in a way that both terrified and thrilled me.

My eyes seal shut, and soon, slumber finds me as the sterile smell softens to that of honey with delicious notes of whiskey. Huh…for some reason, I can’t open my eyes. "Hello, Angel." A familiar deep voice utters.

"On the mountaintop." "What are you doing on the mountaintop?" "Watching the stars." "Wait for me, I'll come right now…" Suddenly, there was a loud noise on the other end of the line. It sounded like a woman was speaking. Samuel snapped something in a low voice. The woman seemed persistent, and Samuel didn't say anything for a long while. Then, Isabella heard what seemed to be the sound of a kiss. Isabella sneered. "Samuel, are you still coming?"

A final whisper curled against my ear, silk and venom both. “And when you wake, little Queen… check your throat.”

Wes entered the kingdom again after crossing the barrier. Even though everything had changed, it still appeared the same and as if he never left. It didn't suit a person of his stature, but he didn't care as he walked through the streets that provided the shortest route to the palace. He imagined Willow walking beside her, sharing some anecdote that she found interesting. People were whispering as he moved through the streets. Wes wondered what the point of whispering was when he could clearly hear everything.

With hearts full of gratitude and a bond that will forever endure, we bask in the serenity of the beach, embracing the promise of a bright and beautiful future. As the waves serenade us with their rhythmic melody, we close our eyes, savoring the blissful harmony of the moment, and whisper, "To new beginnings."

My books on his shelves. I picked up the silver bracelet he gave me on our second anniversary. “For my future Luna,” he had whispered. Future. I set the bracelet down carefully. Then I opened the wardrobe and pulled out a suitcase. Lyra stirred anxiously. Are we really leaving? “Yes,” I whispered. Because I refuse to stay where I am only almost chosen. Downstairs, I heard the distant rumble of a car entering the driveway. Rowan was home. For one fragile second, I hesitated.

“I want easy access tonight.” My pussy was already wet. “People will see,” I whispered, though the thought made my clit throb. “They might suspect. But you’re going to be a good girl and stay quiet while I play with my wife’s slutty holes in public.” He kissed my neck, biting down hard enough to leave a fresh mark. “Now let’s go.”