Carnal Temptations Novels & Stories

Father Callahan was holding a small bottle of golden oil. In a swift motion, he knelt between my spread legs “This oil is blessed,” he intoned, pouring a generous amount into his palm. The smell filled the space between us and I trembled. “It is the vehicle for the Spirit. The sin of fornication is centered here, in the seat of your temptation.” His other hand came down between my legs and he used two fingers to gently part my pussy lips. I flinched at the touch, a jolt of fear and…that sensation I once felt one day I mistakenly turned the showerhead to my vagina, rocketing through me. It felt kind of good and wrong at the same time.

"Captain, I need a warrant. Fast. Victoria Holt. Theo Holt. Sarah, last name pending. Extortion, blackmail, wire fraud, and conspiracy to defame. We're crashing a gala tonight." The pieces were moving. All converging on one glittering ballroom. Where smiles would hide knives. And one family's truth would either save them or destroy them forever.

The sensory overload felt intense, the wet slap of his cock against my clit, his masculine scent, the taste of us mixed on our tongues when he kissed me, and the sight of his tattooed muscles flexing above me. Peak emotional turmoil hit as another near-climax built inside me. I was in love with the danger. I felt obsessed with him and terrified of the consequences all at once. My body shook uncontrollably. My pussy clenched around nothing, aching to be claimed. Kael positioned himself between my spread thighs. He gripped his cock and pressed the thick head right against my dripping entrance. One push and he would be inside me, destroying my pussy just like he had promised for years. I trembl

I whispered, “you were hard the entire time I was talking, weren’t you? I could hear it in your voice. You were imagining bending me over your desk and fucking the sin out of me.” He took a step back, hitting the edge of his desk. “Angela, stop,” he growled, but his eyes dropped to my breasts for a split second. “This is temptation. The devil is using you to test me. You need to go home. Pray. Ask for forgiveness.” I smiled sweetly and took another step forward. “I don’t want forgiveness, Father. I want you to ruin me. I want you to lift my dress, shove your holy cock inside my tight little pussy, and fuck me until I scream ‘Oh God!’ for real reasons.”

The director barely has time to call “reset” before Destiny’s already dragging me by the hand toward the oversized velvet throne they’ve dressed as Santa’s chair. The coat is gone now, just red satin straps and white fur trimming framing her body like the world’s filthiest present. Her nipples are hard, dark, begging. She shoves me down into the seat and climbs into my lap, thighs spreading wide over mine. “Eyes on me, sweetheart,” she whispers, cupping my wet face. “Only me.”

I dressed slowly, fingers fumbling with the simple robes I'd worn to this clandestine visit, my legs wobbly and weak, barely supporting me as I stood. The temple felt alive around me, shadows dancing in the torchlight as if whispering invitations to return. Maybe I'd come back—under the guise of scholarly pursuit, for science, of course. But deep down, the truth burned hotter: I craved more of that divine ravishing, the way his cock had reshaped me, the endless orgasms that blurred the line between pain and paradise. The waves of ecstasy lingered in my veins, a sacred promise of fertility unleashed, of life pulsing through every fiber of my being.

“Saying the words of the Mass. ‘This is my body.’ And then saying my name instead. Whispering it while you kiss me. While you taste me.” The lattice seemed to vibrate with his silence. “I touch myself every night thinking of it,” she confessed. “My fingers inside me, pretending they’re yours. I come whispering your name like a prayer I know is damned. I come so hard I cry afterward. And then I do it again.” The quiet stretched so long she thought he might have left the booth. When he spoke, his voice was rougher, lower, almost broken. “That is… a grave temptation, Cecilia.”

Her eyes burned, squeezed shut tighter against the sting. “This isn’t devotion. It’s temptation.” “Yes,” he replied. “Temptation is devotion before it learns its name.” The hand lingered, then slid further, deliberate, parting the fabric of her gown. It teased the sensitive skin there before dipping lower. Elizabeth trembled, caught in the web of his control, her body arching slightly despite herself. He didn't rush. The pressure reformed, now a firm stroke against her clit from behind, his fingers circling the swollen nub with slow, teasing circles that sent electric sparks through her core.

I’m tingling, my middle is throbbing with need, and warmth spreads from my center in anticipation of what will happen next. He reaches the strap of my panties and rips them off making me gasp. His eyes are blood red, but I’m not scared. I like watching him fight against his emotions. Knowing that I’m the one causing his struggles is exhilarating. The grip on my neck is released only to unzip his pants and let them fall to the ground. “I need you so bad, Xenia. My apologies in advance, but I won’t be able to take this slow and I cannot promise that I’ll be easy.” His hand finds my throat again, thumb grazing over the middle as he awaits my response.

It slipped even more when he opened his mouth and left wet kisses on my neck, swirling his tongue in a circle on each spot he kissed. “Tell me you dont want this, Laura.” He said intro my neck as he continued his assault. “Say it again and maybe I’ll believe you this time.” “I—” I hissed in both pain and pleasure when he bit softly on my pulse point, and then moaned in pleasure when he licked on the spot, kissing it and soothing the pain. God, he was such an asshole. How could she resist him when he fought so dirty? “Invite me into your room, Laura.” He whispered, the words soft and full of temptation. He sounded a lot like the devil in that moment, she wanted to open her eyes just to see if