Carnal Temptations Novels & Stories

It was a desperate call, a pathetic excuse, so that I could escape the cruel reality. Molly swayed her hips and the animal in me roared, the body betraying me as the lust took over. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Sexy as hell. Fingers crept under the black lace that covered her intimate parts, carefully pulling it down. I could smell her already. The sweet arousal made her pretty pussy moist and ready for my cock.

“I don’t want anyone else looking at you and feeling the way I do right now.” “Yes? And how’s that?” “Hungry, out of control, the want is making my body burn. I can’t think.” “Oh.” “Yes.” Cass slid her hand higher, moved the flimsy piece of material covering her wetness aside, and slipped her finger into the wet heat. “Come onto my lap.” “I’ll make your tux dirty.” Olivia gasped as the finger inside her became two. “You do look so damned good in that tux.” “Fuck the tux, Liv.”

It wasn't the sulfur and brimstone of lesser demons; it was the scent of deep, primal things, of storms and the heart of mountains. "Temptation," he murmured, his gaze tracing the line of her throat, the pulse visibly fluttering there, "takes many forms, Rae." His voice dropped lower, wrapping around her like smoke. "Tonight, the only mortal soul I find remotely interesting... is yours. And it's already so beautifully tempted."

“I can’t stop imagining things. Sinful things.” “God grants us strength to resist temptation. Pray for clarity.” “Oh, I have,” I purred. “But the images only get clearer. More detailed. For instance… right now, I’m imagining what you look like on the other side of this screen. I’m picturing your hands, Father. Those strong, consecrated hands. I’m wondering how they’d feel not holding a rosary, but tangled in my hair. Or gripping my hips.” A sharp intake of breath from his side. A long silence. I heard the soft sound of him shifting again, uncomfortably. “You must not give voice to these temptations. They are tools of the devil to lead you astray.”

The heat wasn’t fading, and neither was the want. Eventually, the exhaustion of need won. My breathing slowed, but my heart still raced, pounding against my ribs like it wanted out. I buried my face in the pillow, curling tightly under the blankets. The note was still in my hand, the edges soft and warm from my touch, the images and desires stirring in my mind, unyielding. Sleep came slowly, restless and unsteady, filled with every touch, every forbidden thought I couldn’t shake. My body relaxed just enough to drift, but the ache, the want, the heat remained raw and alive, steaming under my skin even as darkness claimed my consciousness.

He whispers with a sultry voice, unbothered by her response as he bridges the gap between them. Mildred's emotions churn inside her like a storm threatening to break loose. She longed for him inside her, to fulfill all the promises he whispered. Mildred feels her defenses weakening. His words, despite their emptiness, held a seductive power over her. Her heart races, pounding against her chest as she struggles to resist his advances. A part of her aches to give in, to surrender to the tantalizing allure of his touch. But another part, the rational part, reminds her of the consequences of allowing herself to be played by Nelson's charms.

Wet hair framed his allure, awakening a stirring feeling within her. In that captivating moment, Cassie felt a mix of emotions. How could a regular guy look so stunning? But his icy eyes had a mysterious depth that fascinated and unsettled her. The temptation was real, challenging her determination. Almost succumbing to the allure, Cassie found solace in a whispered prayer—' Holy Ghost fire' repeated three times, a plea to restore composure. Frustration colored her thoughts; this man, an irresistible temptation, seemed to defy restraint. The realization lingered—She wouldn't face judgment if she gave in to the temptation and let herself be wrapped in his hug.

He is breathing hard while trying to resist the temptation, but he is just a human who got preyed on by earthly desire, especially when the one who is tempting him is someone he longed to touch again. And so, with each passing heartbeat, he surrendered further, willingly ensnared by the captivating allure of her gaze. To him, there was no greater abyss than the endless depths of her eyes, and he willingly fell, intoxicated by the magic that enveloped him. He started moving his lips against her, and although Khana anticipated this, she still got caught in the moment. He slid his tongue inside her mouth. Khana arched her back when Henry's palm ran over her back. Although she's wearing clothes

Her eyes widened. "Oh... Um... I'm really sorry if that's the impression I gave to you. The truth is, I have been craving sex with you for a while now. I wanted you so bad but I was so pretentious... and I got so frustrated. And my current state doesn't help matters. My hormones are all over the place and I admit, I might have gotten selfish there for a second." "No need to pretend again, baby. You can have me whenever you want. I'm 100% yours."

The water ran down his tattooed skin, tracing the paths of redemption that always seemed to be just out of reach. He cut the water off abruptly, the silence thunderous in its suddenness. As he stood there, the droplets clinging to him like so many pearls of temptation, he moved with a predatory grace toward the laundry basket. There they were—Cathleen's panties. A simple piece of fabric, but one laden with the implications of his most base desires. His hand hovered, the moment stretching thin before his fingers closed around the material. It was a forbidden chalice, one that he knew he was not supposed to partake of, but still...