Love And Temptation Novels & Stories

He whispers with a sultry voice, unbothered by her response as he bridges the gap between them. Mildred's emotions churn inside her like a storm threatening to break loose. She longed for him inside her, to fulfill all the promises he whispered. Mildred feels her defenses weakening. His words, despite their emptiness, held a seductive power over her. Her heart races, pounding against her chest as she struggles to resist his advances. A part of her aches to give in, to surrender to the tantalizing allure of his touch. But another part, the rational part, reminds her of the consequences of allowing herself to be played by Nelson's charms.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and ask nicely? Ask me to fuck you right here and I promise, I will give you pleasure like you’ve never had it before.” My chin quivered and I swallowed hard. My breath was shaking at his words, my whole body trembling with the need for him to fill me up and I knew he felt it. He brought his fingers to the point of my chin, tilting my head up so that his lips were a breath from mine. His blue eyes met my black ones. “You say one thing, but your body says another.” His eyes search mine as if looking for something. “Stop fighting it. Give in to your desire, Em."

“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.”

Connor slapped my ass again before grabbing my waist, pulling me against him so I could feel his hardening member, “God, I want to fuck that sass out of you so bad.” I giggled, “Good luck with that.” I tease as I grab my bag and we head out the door. I know I am asking for it, teasing him like that, but I can’t help it. I like the idea of him trying to make me less of a brat, but at the same time, it scares me. I’ve never been loved by a man before, but now, there’s a chance that four men could love me, and it turns me on more than words can express.

Taunt Genta with a laugh. Sensing Kaylila's weakening, Genta loosens her grip. His hands stroked Kaylila's cheek, leaving Kaylila disgusted and looking away. "I love you so much, baby. I'm not going to let you be with anyone else. You're just mine. I'm the one who deserves to have you. I keep you chaste so that when the time comes, I will take away your chastity. You don't think I'm interested in seizing what you have? Very eager. I don't want to see you owned by anyone. You know that. But, you want to get married? With that guy? I'm not going to stay silent. You want to try? Go ahead." Genta's words make Kaylila fearless. The crying is becoming more and more.

Tugging at her shirt and cupping her buttocks through her shorts. She thought briefly of her stupid, Stupid plan to have bad sex with him. Impatient, clumsy sex. His impatiens thrilled her, and she reveled in his clumsy, grasping hands. They spoke of his passion. Of the urgency of the moment. The need to possess and claim.

It's not fair, that this man has come into my life, disguised as an angel, when in reality he was Lucifer himself. I remember a song, by one of my favorite singers, that says: he's handsome as hell. Because I guess sin and temptation, have their appeal, and sometimes it's hard to say no. But sin and temptation always have their appeal. But sin and temptation will always have the same ending, guilt, and regret that makes you ache to your very soul.

Women don’t have the pleasure of making it to my bed, and yet, as I lay her down softly climbing on top of her, staring down appreciatively at the goddess beneath me, it seems as if she belongs here. My fingers graze her skin and I notice she has a tattoo on the side of her thigh that extends above her waist. It’s a lioness entangled with viny roses. How fitting. I don’t ever think I’ve seen someone this attractive. I’m so entranced by her it’s alarming. Is she some kind of sorceress? My eyes continue to linger momentarily committing this sight to memory. A predator looking down at his prey. “Demetrius, I want you,” she whimpers at the loss of touch telling me exactly what I need to hear.

POV: Lucifer She was holding the fruit out to him and her hand was not shaking. He had expected, somewhere in the part of him that dealt in expectations, that this moment would feel like temptation. That was the story he had been given, the celestial narrative of this event, the carefully maintained version in Heaven's understanding of what was happening in this garden. Temptation. Seduction. The corrupting of innocence by a being who had fallen and wanted company in the falling. He looked at her face and felt the narrative dissolve completely.

Her eyes filled with tears, she wasn’t supposed to feel like this, she was the pastor’s daughter, she was supposed to be pure, obedient, focused on God yet all she could think about was Nick. Naomi stood and paced the room restlessly, she opened her Bible hoping to calm herself but every word blurred before her eyes. The verse about temptation only made her chest tighter. Am I already falling? She wondered biting her lip. Is this how it begins? She sat back on the bed and hugged her pillow tight, the guilt burned but so did the secret thrill, It was like two voices were fighting inside her, one calling her back to obedience the other pulling her toward Nick. And though she prayed again and a