Irresistible Thesaurus Novels & Stories

James said in refusal. “You don’t think I’ll be a good assistant?” Laura asked, feeling challenged. “No, if I’m always entangled with you, I won’t be able to get any work done,” James said and pecked her pouting lips. “Ah, so it’s because I’m hard to resist,” Laura said and smiled proudly, which greatly amused James. “It’s not because you won’t be able to stop yourself?” James asked her and Laura thought about it for a few seconds and realised that that would probably be the case if they ended up being so close to each other for a prolonged period of time.

Alexander broke our kiss, pressed his forehead against mine, and with closed eyes began to speak: "Beautiful Cat, I can't explain what's been happening to me since you arrived. It's a fire that consumes me, a crazy desire to be with you every second, an uncontrollable need to touch you, and an overwhelming urge to be inside you. I want you, Catherine, I want you so badly. Tell me what you want?" His eyes opened and locked with mine. That almost violet-blue gaze penetrated my soul and completely disarmed me, keeping me captive and yearning for his irresistible touch.

Why did I keep using past tense! I hated the fact that so far, only she, that is Goldie, was the only person, apart from my mom who could cook extremely palatable meals no matter the amount of time given her. She was so good at multitasking as much as I hated to admit it and to add up, she was the only woman who had turned me on several times knowingly or unknowingly. I groaned under my breath and ran my fingers through my hair when she turned and my gaze lowered to her rear. Fuck Damnit how was she so fucking sexy?!

insistent? I took a slow sip of my whiskey, the burn soothing the tension gnawing at my gut. Every interaction with her felt like a delicate balance between pushing her away and pulling her closer. The frustration was almost unbearable. I had her, but she wasn’t mine—not in the way I needed her to be. Yet, I could feel it—the way she was slowly unraveling. The walls she built so fiercely around herself were beginning to show cracks. I could see it in her eyes every time she looked at me. She hated me, but the heat between us, the undeniable pull that bound us together, was growing stronger with every passing day.

"You've fallen in love with a woman who doesn't even love you?" Tommaso was silent for several seconds, then he nodded firmly. "Sì. I've fallen in love with Alessia." This was the first time he'd admitted to it—the first time he'd said it out loud. "I love her composure. I love her grace… I love how she maintains her dignity even in the most painful moments." Tommaso's voice carried deep regret. "I love how she never demands anything yet endures everything with strength. I love her understanding and tolerance, how she never loses her poise even when hurt."

After I look away, feeling an intense heat up my thighs, thinking how delicious it would be Hunter’s month on mine. Hunter is synonymous of TEMPTATION… Irresistible, delicious, forbidden and addicting, everything I’ve been running from right now in my life.

Jeff giggled, "Let me ask you a question, why do you like this Prisca-girl so much?" Diri, still running on the treadmill, replied, "First off, her name is not Prisca girl. Her name is Prisca. She's unique, she's beautiful, and she has an amazing voice. Aside from music, she is an industrialist, someone who puts her head to work. What not to love about her?" "Let's just get it straight here, she wasn't yours, she can't be yours and she will never be yours. Stop living in your dreams man, fall in love with someone physically, and get laid." Jeffery scoffed.

She asked and I smiled nervously as I glanced over to her clearing my throat before saying. "Are you sure you want to know, it's rather boring," "I don't think you have the ability to bore me, Hannah," she replied her words probably meaning a lot more to me than it did to her. "The line is actually from Sappho 16, it is a love poem, the genre for which Sappho is actually best known, it praises the beauty of the narrator's beloved, Anactoria and expresses the speaker's desire for her now that she is absent. It makes the case that the most beautiful thing in the world is whatever one desires," I explained looking over to her and she smiled.

"Only YOU are hurting me, Cedric! Only YOU are the one destroying everything here! I have never done or said anything to hurt you, never once in all these years, yet you are treating me like I am the source of all your pain and problems? How did I become such a huge mistake and burden in your eyes? Tell me! Tell me exactly what did I do wrong so I can finally understand!" "You did nothing wrong Luna! That is exactly the point I have been trying to explain to you over and over again!" Cedric shouted loudly, his face flushed red and eyes burning with obvious frustration and irritation toward me. "You are perfect! Everyone says you are perfect wife, perfect daughter-in-law, perfect woman... but

This was her second time and her walls were foreign to such big invasion. Adam lost all the worldly contact accepts the woman underneath him. He began moving his hip in a fast rhythm unable to control his desire for her. “Look at me, witch.” Adam ordered in his lusty tone and she peeled her lashes. Her green hazy eyes met his dark obsidian ones. Her heart jolts. Witch! Yes, she is a witch. Only witch can cast such spells where a person loses his sanity, his entire existence. “Stop... calling me that.” She breathed out while her eyes send him a glare for calling her names which made that asshole smirk in response.