Novel & Cerita Desire: A Temptation Story

Dax’s warm breath fanned across Victor’s neck, making Victor’s hips twitch forward involuntarily, seeking friction against Dax’s thigh. Victor reached up, his fingers desperate to grip Dax’s waist, to pull this impossible, intoxicating creature into a brutal, possessive kiss. "Dax... touch me. Prove to me you're real." Dax’s eyes flickered with cold, vicious satisfaction. Just as Victor’s lips leaned in, Dax stepped back instantly, breaking the contact completely. Victor stumbled forward slightly, his mouth open, his chest heaving, his body aching with unfulfilled, agonizing desire.

"Present tense, future tense, complicated past tense. All of it." When he kissed me, slow and thorough and full of promise, I tasted six months of careful rebuilding, of learning each other again as the adults we'd become. The bond flared between us, amplifying every sensation until I was dizzy with want and affection and the simple rightness of being exactly where I belonged. "So," I said when we broke apart, "what do we do with an ancient family grimoire?" "Learn from it. Use it to help the pack. Maybe figure out if there are any other supernatural surprises lurking in your bloodline." His grin was pure mischief. "I'm particularly interested in that fertility blessing."

I could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he swallowed every last bit, a look of pure triumph on his face. “You taste like temptation wrapped in sin,” he breathed, his expression hardening. He grabbed my hand and swept the documents off his desk. “Lean over. Raise your hips,” he breathed, rough and hungry, like a predator tasting forbidden prey. “I want to see every inch… what I’ve bought… what I’ll never let anyone else have.” I obeyed, my heart thudding against the wood of the desk. I heard the rasp of his zipper, the heavy thud of his belt hitting the floor.

“Sit on the edge of the desk. Let me show you what I mean.” Mia hesitated for a second, then did as he asked. She sat on the wooden desk, her short skirt riding up her thighs. Kane rolled his chair closer until his knees were between her legs. The air between them felt thick. “You write about forbidden desire,” he continued, his hand resting on the thesis paper right next to her bare thigh, “but your words are too safe and too clean.” His fingers brushed lightly against her skin. “Real desire isn’t polite, Mia. It’s messy and makes you ache. It makes smart girls like you do stupid things.”

“How do you want me to fuck you?” “I don’t care, just put it in, Theo,” I beg. “However you want.” My eyes are squeezed shut, my toes are curled tight and I’m clutching the sheets tighter with each kiss down my abdomen. I am so desperate to fucking come I think I might die. “One taste first, I’ll be quick,” he grunts. “I’m going to come if you do that,” I whimper, not that I hate the thought, but I want him to know it’s going to be quick because I am wound the fuck up.

the kind of man who looked like he knew exactly what to do with a woman’s body. But Janice regarded herself as a demisexual. The only reason she started to desire her delivery guy was because she’d gotten to know him, however how briefly over the past few months. But she didn’t even know this guy’s name. Why was she so fucking horny for him? Her tits were heavy and her nipples were tingling. It felt like her skin was a bare live wiring. If she was being brutally honest with herself, Janice would let that man fuck her in a heartbeat.

He's trying hard not to open his mouth because the moment Khana's tongue enters, there's no assurance he can silence his desire to kiss back. However, she is more tempting than he could imagine. Her hands slowly crawled to his chest which brought a shiver to his whole being. Meanwhile, Khana is earnestly praying that the guy he is kissing will fall into her antics. She wished he'd kiss back. She's doing her best to tempt the priest, shamelessly committing a sin. She is crazy enough to go against the world just to have the love of her life. She can feel loud drums lying in Henry's chest. He is breathing hard while trying to resist the temptation, but he is just a human who got preyed on by ea

THE DEVIL’S TEMPTRESS BOOK 1 Intro; Lina Whitmore is a girl who’s spent most of her life being looked at like something men are entitled to want. She knows what desire feels like, sounds like and should look like.. She knows what hunger feels like, She knows how easy it is for men to touch when they think they’re allowed to, she knows how greedy they get when they get the chance to make their move and she’s been at the center of it all.

That weird voice in my head of an old man ruined my mood. I neglected it first, but it came back over and over. "Fuck off, old man!" I shouted in my head. "I don't know who you are, and you keep popping into my head like it is nothing." "Don't give in to your temptations," The voice in my head mentioned again. "What temptations are you talking about? Are you saying I should not do it with her?" This always ran behind my head while getting aroused.

“Brea, I’m trying to do the right thing. When you look at me with those pleading eyes… And, fuck, your plump, pink mouth is so close, all I can think of are the indecent things I’m dying to do to it.” Probably the same things she’d secretly wanted him to do. Her ache tightened. “What is this connection between us? I don’t understand.” “Fuck if I know. I’ve never felt anything like it.” She hadn’t imagined a yearning this strong was possible. It was bigger than her, and every time she tried to ignore it, the desire only grew. Must be why folks call it temptation… Brea searched his face, fighting her own impulse to touch him. And the fire in his black stare told her he knew it.