Love And Temptation Novels & Stories

Last night’s passion replayed vividly in her mind—Darius's touch, his intensity, the way he made her forget everything, including herself. And Sandro. Her heart clenched at the thought of him. Her boyfriend of two years, the man who had always been steady, kind, and unwavering in his love for her. Sandro didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve him. “What have I done?” she whispered to herself, burying her face in her hands. Tears threatened to spill as the weight of her actions crashed down on her. She had let herself be swept away by desire, blinded by Darius’s magnetic pull, and now she had to face the consequences.

He hears it, oh, he hears it, because the chuckle that escapes him is low and rich and cruelly amused. “Stop fighting what you want, baby girl,” he whispers. “Just come to bed with me.” Yes. The devil himself. Who else could tempt a sane woman, a woman desperate to do right, and drag her down into sin with nothing more than words? His voice isn’t merely temptation. It is temptation incarnate. I manage to force words past the chaos trembling on my tongue. “Please… I can’t… I can’t do this. My sister—she’s going to be back in a few minutes and I—”

All three? He had touched her hand again that morning—just a brush of fingers as he handed her a receipt for the books he bought for Aria. But it was fire. Not warmth. Fire. Every time he touched her, it was like being pulled closer to a place she shouldn’t go. Lena knew men like him didn’t fall in love. They took. They devoured. And yet… something in his eyes said he wasn’t devouring her. He was drowning. And maybe… maybe she was drowning too.

“Feel my love. Just like that.” She was close. I could feel it in the way her muscles tensed, in the way her breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, her hips lifting to meet my fingers. I knew—one more flick of my thumb, one more curl of my fingers, and she’d come apart for me. But I stopped. I pulled my hand away, leaving her empty, her body trembling with the force of her denied orgasm. She let out a frustrated whine, her eyes flying open, her gaze locking onto mine with a mix of desperation and betrayal.

She brings her arms around my neck while I snake my arms around her waist pulling her even closer to me. "I want you" she say standing on her tones bring her closer to my lips. "What about me do you want?" I ask making our lips touch. "I want your d-dick" she says against my lips. "Then take it" I say and connect our lips. The kiss is filled with hunger. It's not passion that drives the kiss it's pure lust. A need for satisfaction and desire. Our lips move in sync with one another. I move my hands down her curvy body to her plump ass, grabbing onto it and lifting her onto the counter top without braking the kiss.

I don't care that we're still at the entrance. Thankfully, this is the penthouse, and the only ones who can see us are the cameras. I press her against the wall and rub against her while kissing her passionately. This woman will be my downfall. I'm going crazy for her. She's too hot, and just looking at her, I desire her in every way. I want to be inside her all the time, fucking her hard. She's a devil, that's what she is.

If a lady enters the temple at that moment and met any guy inside the temple the lady must get married to that guy but there must not fall in love with each, because if they do both of them won't live long. Ella's mother in that old world known as a gold dealer went out with Rose on that sunny day while Andrew's stepmother also goes out with him and she was pregnant with Lia then even the pregnancy is almost due. 1000years back the god of love came to dance in the temple and steal the heart of two teenagers she met in that temple. Both of them were asked to get married since they were at that temple when the god of love came to dance. But because the two teenagers fall in love, the male died

Instead of letting me pull my shorts up, he spun me around and dropped to his knees, licking me clean with long, filthy strokes of his tongue. “Kael… what the hell,” I moaned, hands in his hair. “Taste too good to waste.” He looked up at me, eyes dark. “My mate. Gonna get addicted to this.” When he stood, I kissed him deep, tasting us both. “This is crazy. We barely know each other.” “Doesn’t feel like it.” His hands cupped my face, thumb brushing my cheek. “The bond doesn’t lie, Rowan. I’ve been fighting it for weeks. Sneaking closer to your territory just to catch your scent.”

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.

Glacier lay half-leaning, his hand moving slowly over my bare skin, as if his fingers were drawing maps on silk that refused to end. I lifted my head slightly, looking at him with eyes full of questions, and whispered hoarsely “Do you really love me… or am I just a temptation?” He leaned closer until his hot breath touched my neck, then smiled a deadly smile, his fingers tracing my curves. “A temptation? Does that word suit you? You are the curse of my body… a poisoned apple God created to test my madness. Every detail in you, from your shoulders to your toes, makes me swear that no woman can steal my mind except you.”