Forbidden Temptation นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I observe as he tightly closes his eyelids as the liquid passes down his throat; the sensuous action of his tongue licking his pink sugar lips after giving me a sense of déjà vu. Oh, come on, dear self! You never devoured your two-year-old boyfriend as much as you are devouring this stranger. Avoid temptation. Avod this sin. This is dangerous! I agree with my intellect this time without a doubt. Its description of him as sin perfectly depicts him. He is just like a righteous sin, and I cannot allow myself to be drawn into it. He is a temptation that I need to avoid. "Haven't you had enough to drink for today? I mean, how many bottles have you drowned so far?" I ask as he sips on his favourit

It was an awkward topic that had no future. “I want you, Emilia. I want to do things with you that you aren’t ready for. So what choice do I have than to stay away?” His fingers moved her hair to the other side to caress her exposed neck. With his warm voice uttering words that played with her senses, his fingers working their magic on her skin, Amelia felt intoxicated by his nearness. While her heart wanted to tell him she was ready for whatever he wanted to do with her, it was her mind that battled against her wishes. No, it was too early to surrender herself to a stranger she just met.

“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.”

She shouldn’t still be in the chapel. Not this late. Not alone. But Sister Eliana's guilt is a cage, and she kept locking herself back inside it. The white of her habit clung to her skin, damp with sweat and midnight heat. She was kneeling in front of the altar, again, praying so hard her voice trembled. Her eyes shut tight, hands clenched in prayer, rosary beads digging into her fingers until they left bruises. “Deliver me from temptation,” she whispered. “Deliver me from evil.”

The deadly, elite assassin of The Order—the woman who had infiltrated high-security demon courts and slipped past ancient vampire sentries without leaving a single trace—had just compromised her own operational safety because she wanted to try out her new wireless earbuds and do a little fucking dance. "Oh... oh gods," Seraphina muttered, her hand flying to her mouth as her eyes darted around the floor in genuine, deep-seated embarrassment. She felt entirely ridiculous. "I... I didn't see a sign. I just saw the black doors were empty and I wanted to get upstairs before 7:00 AM so I could look at the files..."

NOAH; irresistible. I'm trying to keep it together. I promised myself to just make her feel better, have fun with her in the basement but something about her keeps breaking my rules. She looked so innocent, I don't know, I just love it and it would be very bad to let someone else mark her. Jace doesn't just know what he has and I will help him. I didn't want to get entangled, I tried so hard to fight it, I have felt the need to get sexual with anyone for such a long time.

Julian Blackwood didn't *obsess*. Obsession was for weaker men—men who let feelings dictate their actions, who lost sight of the goal. He'd worked years to build a life based on discipline, icy ambition, and detachment. But no matter how many contracts he signed, how many deals he brokered, how many faceless women he took to bed and forgot by morning. Lena Carter haunted him. It was ridiculous. He hardly knows her.

And yet… It knocked the air from his chest. He stood too quickly. Didn’t know why. She gave him a look that made him remember his manners—and all the reasons he wasn’t supposed to want her this way. He swallowed hard. “There’s something about her,” he thought. Something holy and haunted. Something sharp enough to gut me and soft enough to stay. He nearly texted her that night. Nearly told her that the moment behind her wasn’t just tension—it was temptation, mercy, and madness all rolled into one breath.

“Your body is capable, but your head is not letting it follow through.” “That is not it,” I said. “Then show me,” he replied. I did not answer. I pushed off again, harder this time, ignoring the strain in my leg and focusing on speed instead of precision. The first part went well, and I could feel the shift, but when I tried to transition, my balance slipped just enough to break the flow. I stopped again, frustration building. “That is what happens when you force it,” he said. I turned toward him. “So what do you want me to do?” I asked.

Because the devil walked into my life in human form, in form of temptation itself and I'm having trouble resisting. Father Bernard once said: “Flee from the devil, and resist temptation.” He also said, “If you pay heed to the flesh, it'll lead you straight to your damnation.” If he wanted us to flee from the desires of the flesh, why make the flesh so powerful enough that it makes it impossible for one to resist? Why bring Sin in the form of my sister's fiancé? Why? Why does my body feel like it's burning when he is close? Why did I let him that close to me in the library? So close that he could have taken my virginity away if he wanted, if we weren't interrupted.