Romans & histoires Dark Temptations

Was I that easy to read? “Mehnn…I love sluts.” That was Cinnamon. “Someone, get the blindfold.” Brown ordered before stroking my face and whispering “I don’t need your hands, your mouth will do. Do you understand?” I nodded. “But don’t worry, I will,” Green added. As if in a trance, I took my gaze to his erection and I couldn’t look away.” It was long and curvy….absolute perfection. I practically drooling until everything went dark….fuck blindfolds.

That was when I noticed the low blue glow coming from the living room. The television was off. The light was coming from a laptop open on the coffee table. I should have turned around and gone back upstairs. Instead I walked closer. Daniel was on the couch in just a pair of dark shorts. The laptop screen faced him. I couldn’t see the video clearly from the doorway, but I could hear it—soft, wet sounds and a woman’s low moaning. His right hand was inside his shorts, moving in a slow, tight rhythm. His head was tipped back against the cushion, eyes half-closed, jaw tight.

It was a spark she hadn’t felt in years, a reminder that despite everything, she was still alive, still capable of feeling. With a steadying breath, Claire moved forward, her mind already racing with thoughts of the session ahead. She knew that the journey she was about to embark on with Aiden would be one of discovery—of both his soul and her own. For in the whispers of temptation, she knew that she would find the answers she sought, and perhaps, just perhaps, discover the fulfillment she had been yearning for all along. The title, Whispers of Temptation, encapsulates the subtle yet powerful allure that beckons the characters into the depths of their desires. Like a faint murmur carried on

I remind her, digging my hands into my hair. Her expression breaks, as she takes my hands into her freezing ones. "I won't let you." I shake my head, knowing what I have to do. "Then I won't stay here." "I'm afraid you don't have any other choice,” Dax mutters from the doorway. I look back at Mary. I’m selling my soul to a Demon. I’m giving my life over to him, to let him use me as he pleases. He’s going to come for me…he’s going to get what he wants. And soon.

Who would willingly want to have life destroyed in exchange for a brief state of ecstasy? "The target group aren't humans," Otto clarified. Of course. A fragile human body would not survive processing such drugs. Those drugs were created for supernatural beings. "What do you know about the missing pups?" I tried to gather other important information. "Haven't seen them here. Nobody knows the location of their captivity." Fuck. I only hoped these sickos did not kill the innocent children. "Dusk, what's wrong?" I called Henry by his undercover name when he shook and growled.

"Because you only understand desire. But humans, and spirits, have more than that." With their combined strength, Siron’s weave-light added to the energy of the saved victims, they struck the Temptress. This time, it wasn't a physical blow, but an attack of truth. The Temptress shrieked. Maya’s form in the dream world shattered, and the purple mist was forced out. But before vanishing, her voice whispered: "This isn't over... I will return... with desires far darker..." The mist vanished. The dream room began to collapse.

My words were slurred and I couldn’t really understand what’s happening. “Where are you?” A deep voice came over the line. “Yas, you sound funny. I’m in Lust and Lovers silly,” I chuckled. The man behind me began moving his body against mine. “Stop!” I shouted but the music drowned me out. “Come on baby, I know you want me. Look at that short fucking dress. You are begging for it.” The man’s voice whispered in my ear. “N-No please leave me alone.” “It’s okay I’m only gonna carry you upstairs,” the man said seductively. The voice came over the line again, “Arya, hold on I’m coming.”

He lapped and needed me, taking me to heaven with his sinful tongue. "Ohhh, Klenz! Ohhhh!" I felt lost from my senses as I continued to moan his name louder, repeatedly. My eyes rolled back in pleasure when I felt something stirring up from my abdomen. My toes curled and my hand on his hair clutched harder as my other hand gripped the comforter as hard as I could. And as what I was expecting, a wave of earth shattering orgasm went flowing from my inside. I felt him lick every single drop, cleaning me with his tongue before he moved his way on top of me.

Book 1: Daddy’s Bestfriend. Mark Reynolds has wanted Lena for years. Her father’s best friend, freshly divorced and now living in their house, he’s impossible to ignore. Every glance sparks desire she shouldn’t feel. Her best friend envies her. His ex-wife plots, and every risk is hotter than the last—can Lena survive the fire she can’t resist? LENA POV “Fuuuck—ohhh!” I moaned, my back arched against the sheets, fingers slippery as they circled my clit, the vibrator thrumming between my thighs. My free hand pinched a nipple through my thin tank, my breath coming in ragged gasps, the whole bed shaking with my movements.

The slap of our bodies filled the room—wet, obscene sounds mixing with the thunder. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and began to ride him harder. Faster. My ass bounced on his thighs, my pussy gripping him like a vice with every downward stroke. “That’s it, son,” I gasped, the word dripping with filth. “Fuck Mommy’s tight pussy. Fill me up like you’ve always wanted.” The taboo talk poured out of me effortlessly, heightening everything. Each time I called myself Mommy, his cock twitched inside me, growing even harder.