Novel & Cerita My One Temptation

“It would be nice. But you need a shower and a rubdown.” “What kind of rubdown?” she trailed her fingers up his chest. “God, babe, you are one hell of a temptation.”

"For the last year you've been dancing in my mind. You are no less than Mohini" (Mohini - a woman who tempts men with her beauty). His hand from her waist reached to her cheeks as he squeezed them between his hands. "You are being a fucking temptress". He gritted out agitated for stopping himself this long. The wait was unbearable as he stopped himself from doing anything to her from the past weeks he entered this house. One sight at her. Just one fucking sight and she puts his body on fire. No dirty talking no sultry actions. Just one fucking hesitant flickering gaze and that's it. He could only imagine how divine it would be to touch her and claim her. There is this strong urge in him to t

I've always believed that I understand what temptation looks like. I imagined it to have a bad-boy smile, sharp cheekbones and most likely a motorbike. Girls of my generation fell for that kind of thing. I was surprised to discover temptation while drinking coffee at a polished kitchen counter, wearing a pressed collared shirt, and just so happened to be my best friend's father. The invitation had been sufficiently informal.

His fingers tighten, his body pressing harder into mine. “You have to keep sinning,” he growls, “again and again, every single damn time. You’ll keep getting yourself tangled, caught, ruined—until the truth of who you are is undeniable.” “No,” I whisper, but it’s weak, trembling, drowned under his voice. His smirk deepens, eyes burning brighter. “I am your temptation,” he says, his voice a vow, a curse, a chain locking around me. “The ever-reigning supreme being who will ensure you keep getting claimed, over and over, until all you can think about is me.”

"Such thoughts are the devil's whisper. You must resist. Pray with me." But Page's hand slipped through the opening, brushing his knee. "Resist? Or give in? Your voice... it's deep, commanding. Makes me ache. Father Abram, have you ever touched a woman? Felt her pussy clench around your fingers?" He froze, her fingers trailing up his thigh. "Stop. This is sacrilege." Yet he didn't pull away, the heat of her skin searing through fabric. "Sacrilege? Or salvation?" She stood, opening the door between them. The booth felt smaller, charged. Page shrugged off her coat, revealing a tight black dress that clung to her full breasts and hips. "Look at me, Father. See what temptation looks like."

The room suddenly felt too hot as their scents filled my nostrils, making my cock twitch uncontrollably. They looked at each other—their eyes saying things they clearly didn’t want to say aloud and their expressions were a mixture of fear, curiosity, temptation and something darker. “If… if we agree… what happens now?” Vivian asked me with a hesitant voice. I stepped between them, close enough for their perfume to surround me. “Now? Now you become mine.”I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Camila's cheek Camila trembled while Vivian’s lips parted like she was inviting my touch.

"Wait, are you drunk?" "No. What took you here?" he asked sharply and gulped down the wine. Her eyes widened and - her lips were... Sh*t ka Lianne get well. Be a good girl! She secretly scolded herself as her gaze dropped to its protruding chest. How hard is her chest? Lianne, what! You're a girl, okay? You're a girl. Do not give in to temptation. You are strong. "Pardon me, I brought myself here," she couldn't look into his eyes, "About your offer, Ah-"

" Lisa's voice came. ”So basically, I was watching a movie on my Tv screen about this human playing some game. This game we are about to play is called seven minutes in heaven. I mean most of you might not like the game or know anything about this game right?” She asked as she rotated her eyes In a bitchy expression.

Chapter 2: Dance the night away The guy that had just arrived walked pass by me, walking inside the bar which then left a scent of somewhat like Jo Malone wood & sage perfume which made me feel a tingling sensation in my stomach. I was then awoken in my senses when I felt someone shaking my shoulders. I turned to look who it was and saw Andrea raising her brows at me. “I just left you for three minutes and your soul had left your body, you ok?” she asked, I then pursed my lips and composed myself before nodding.

The more he paged the more he felt himself fall into the moons temptation, strange. This interest that has been building since that lawful accident of bumping into the strange woman. Every touch since then is able to spark much more desired interest. Goodness this woman is going to slowly drive him out of his damned mind. Shit. Noah. He can not rest until he finds out exactly why this little one woman force thrills the dullest parts of his day. . . . "Noah... I told him, I love him." "Toby. You fool. You did what!"