Romans & histoires Beautiful

He just stared at my body in appreciation. "Baby you are truly beautiful." He expressed to me. Then he dove into my pot like it was his last meal. Micheal was extremely gifted in that area. He did tricks I had only read about. He did not stop until my essence was running down his chin. I felt like I couldn't take no more.

Zander whimpered from the pain while I clutched my chest tightly. "Follow the fragrance," he urged on. Turning towards the direction of the scent, the pain disappeared. A frown marred my face. "Come on," Zander pushed me, once again, he was excited. Deciding to know what was going on, I began to trace the fragrance. The more I got closer to where it was coming from, the more Zander's excitement bubbled. "What is so special about this scent?" I growled. "It makes us feel at peace. See, it even healed us of the ache." He sighed happily. "It has become my favorite scent."

Sam whispers, practically running to open it. I roll onto my side and manage to sit up, running my hands through my messy hair as I wait. "Hi, Mónica. Thanks for coming so quickly," Sam says, welcoming her inside. Before me stands the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. A sting of jealousy tightens my chest, but the situation leaves no room for it. Her brown hair is tied into a perfect high bun. Her face is pale and simple, her enormous green eyes hidden slightly behind tiny glasses. She moves gracefully toward me without saying a word, carrying a delicious vanilla scent.

(Emi’s POV) My heart is racing in my chest. I'm trying to calm my breathing, but I'm sure I wreak of fear and it gives away my true emotions. Jasmine Beaumont is breathtaking upfront and personal. The kind of beauty that artists bring to life as masterpieces in their individual mediums and crafts. She would have museums of sculptures and paintings to worship her beauty. She could be the muse of even songbirds with their hauntingly enchanting lyrics and poets with their words that create visions that could move mountains to reach heaven.

I felt a tightness in my heart at the thought of Isla. ‘Stop.’ Zion said gently. ‘You hurt yourself thinking those things.’ Bailey sighed deeply, dragging my attention back to her. “It just seems weird is all.” She shrugged. “And I still think you could easily have got away from me last night.” “Maybe a part of me didn’t want to.” I shrugged, and her face broke into a beautiful smile. Her smile was incredibly beautiful. Lighting up her delicate features. “So Zion was right?” she questioned and I shrugged again.

I was expecting her to drop off the supplements and leave when she suddenly clutched her stomach and asked, "Winston, my stomach hurts. Could you get me a glass of water?" Startled, I quickly went to the water dispenser to get her some hot water. Just then, Nancy appeared behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. A mild, subtle fragrance wafted from her, not overpowering but somehow intoxicating, and I could feel her softness pressing against me. As she rubbed against my back, my mind went completely blank. A tingling sensation washed over me from head to toe. I suppressed my inner turmoil and said to Nancy, "Ms. Stevens, please don't cross the—"

No mirror, no filter made her feel as beautiful as his eyes did. He gently laid her down on the soft, inviting mattress, gently parting their lips. The longing in his eyes was palpable as they traced every curve and contour of her face. She luxuriated in the warmth of his intense gaze, feeling an unparalleled sense of beauty and desirability. No mirror or filter could ever evoke the same profound feeling of beauty as the captivating gaze of his eyes.

The cool breeze was gently blowing on one side accompanied by the beauty of the waves with the charm of blue waters and the serenity of the moonlight on the other. Sania looked around and spoke with a thrill. "This is the best birthday I have ever had in my life." Henry poured the wine in both the glasses. "Is it?" His blue arresting her in their beauty. Sania felt a chill run down her spine absorbed in his icy blues. She was immersed in the flavor of his speech which was husky and virile making the hairs on her body stand.