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His face was so near mine that I could even smell the reek of alcohol in his breath. "You said that you'd rather do me than any girl, earlier." I whispered, making his eyes bored to me with unexplainable emotion. His jaw moves aggressively as if contradicting himself from doing something that he feels like regretting. "You can do me now." I added. I didn't wait for his answer and abruptly took my top off of my body, and because I wasn't wearing any bra underneath, his eyes quickly feasted on my bare breast. I almost smiled when I saw how his Adam's apple moved because of the sight. I was about to remove my jeans when his hands grabbed mine, pulling me towards his direction, before pushing me

He couldn't let his father take everything that he work so hard for years. As time went on, Samantha's feelings for Tristan intensified. She couldn't stop thinking about him, even when they weren't at the office. She replayed their conversations in her mind and dreamed of a world where they could be more than just step-siblings. The guilt of her desires weighed heavily on her conscience. ~ The house was unusually quiet, their parents having left town for an important client meeting. Tristan was left in charge, his mind wrestling with the forbidden desires he harbored for Samantha. In an attempt to distract himself, he found himself flirting with their maid.

I don’t want to be reminded of that bittersweet past. “Trust me, you don’t want to know!” I say, starting to walk away to get a mop to clean up his mess. But he grabs my hand. His grip is so strong for someone who is supposed to be tipsy or totally knocked off, but that is not even the main problem here. It is more about how close he has pulled me. It is how close we are. It is the forbidden fact that our lips are well-nigh poignant, and instead of sampling the revolting odor of alcohol from him, I am sniffing something else utterly different—something hot and intoxicating. Something forbidden.

She whined in frustration. His eyes darkened, "no bra..." He rumbled, it was more from Damon. Their lips were so close, almost touching each other. Their breaths mixed and both were lost, wanting to ravish without a thought. The raw passion and pure desire were the only words to describe their needs. Something that was forbidden, but fruitful. Nicholas holds himself, using the last remaining wilpower he has. He didn't want to start and then pushed away. If this is gonna happen then it should be her this time.

Levi gently stroked her small hands, trying to stop him. Levi was indeed skilled at coaxing her into submission. With just a few touches, he awakened something primal within her. Bella’s breaths grew shallow as she struggled to suppress the sounds threatening to escape her lips. Yet it was nearly impossible to stifle her reactions whenever Levi touched or kissed the sensitive spots on her body. -----------------------------------------

His hawk-like eyes then settled on his fragile little mate who sat in the front seat, eyes cast down on her notes and face a gloomy canvas. Only he knows how difficult it was for him to be in front of her and won't be able to touch her. She was his mate. His fucking mate. He has every right to her body, soul, and heart but he has to stop himself from pounding on her like a barbaric animal. He was her teacher. She was his student. Anything between them was forbidden. A sin. Maybe that's why it always made him more excited like a raging hormonal teenager. But he has to wait. This agonizing wait would only make him more hungry for this forbidden fruit.

“But every time you open your mouth, every time you walk through those doors… I fall deeper into hell.” Mara steps toward him, the air taut between them. “Then fall with me.” The rectory is sacred. Until it isn’t. The door slams. The lock clicks. And then his mouth is on hers—rough, starved, almost violent. They crash into each other like sinners who’ve waited lifetimes to taste what they were forbidden. Buttons scatter across the floor as he tears open her blouse. Her bra snaps with a sound that feels like a vow breaking. His hands devour her—skin, curves, sins—like prayer turned profane.

“Tom, you’ll drive me to Temptations by 11pm tonight.” He turned back, surprise all over his face. “What?” I gave him a stern look, my tits still heaving from how worked up I was. Temptations is that strip club where everything goes down raw. It’s worse than Sodom and Gomorrah in there girls dancing naked, hands all over bodies, live sex shows on stage, orgies in the back rooms, people fucking right in front of everyone, cum and moans everywhere. Strictly 21+ and no limits.

As dawn crept in, we straightened our clothes, the evidence of our sin hidden but indelible. Yet, as I slipped back into the nave for morning prayers, I knew this was only the beginning. The temptation lingered, a serpent in our garden, promising more nights of blasphemous bliss. ************* The days blurred into a haze of stolen glances during mass, his sermons now laced with double meanings that only I understood. 'Resist the flesh,' he'd preach, but his eyes would find mine, dark with promise. I resisted nothing. My body craved him like a drug, the memory of his cock inside me replaying in endless loops during my solitary hours.

“I… I can’t betray you for whatsoever reason. Adrian’s eyes softened, but the tension lingered, a fragile thread holding together what could so easily unravel. “Good,” he murmured, his voice heavy with emotion. “We’ll survive. We always do. But remember… temptation doesn’t vanish because it’s denied. It lurks, waiting for weakness.”