Romans & histoires Raid Temptress

“I don't chase women I want, they go after me, they plead for my body and soul. I know your type and I will get you” Teyana smirked , she seductively replied him in a whisper, the voice he wanted to hear in the other room. “ Am sorry Cee, you won’t get me. Neither will I crave for your body and soul like them, rather you’ll yearn to get not just between my legs but to officially be my man”

Aurora’s heart skipped a beat and she chuckled. “Someone is terrified.” she giggled creepily as she leaned closer to Aurora behind her. Aurora felt her breath on her neck and her heart started to race in fear. “What's wrong, Aurora? I have seen how intimidating you can be, why are you so terrified?” Isabella teases as she moves in front of her. With a smile, she raised her hand and Aurora watched her claws pop out. “Hmm.” Isabella moaned and raised her hand to attack her.

She was a bombshell infact a true temptress indeed since she managed to captivate and draw my attention, she's got the most gorgeous pair of tits I’ve ever seen and those perky nipples of her looked so fucking edible but yet adorable, they were raspberry pink and it left me wishing that I could have my tongue moving against them in my mouth. The way she’s dancing is incredibly sexy, swaying that cute little ass and taking languorous swings around the pole, Suddenly my dick is standing to attention. I can’t tear my eyes away from her, and from what I can tell in my peripheral vision, every other man in this joint is staring at this temptress on stage as well. She was almost done with her danc

Whispers in her mind became pure seduction as she sat in front of the temptress. “What a beauty.” The woman in the red dress, the temptress said, swirling her straw around her martini cup. Jasmine held up her badge out from the side of her pouch that was safely secured around her shoulders, across her chest strapped on like a purse. “Are you the owner?” She already knew the answer, but wanted to keep up appearances.

The mate bond is definitely at work. She leans in and places a chaste kiss on my lips, then pulls her head away, deliberately tempting me. I groan loudly, feeling the pull. She smirks and repeats the kiss. I can't take this teasing any longer. Titan threatens to take over. I turn her again, and this time her back hits the soft mattress. I stare down at her. She grinds her core against my hardening length, and I groan in frustration. "You are a temptress," I say, smiling.

I feel her ragged breath ghost my lips and I have the urge to to claim that mouth, bite those rosy lips until they are plump and swollen from my kisses. Sanity slowly seeps back into me and I release Leneve’s wrist, let go of her throat, and take a step back. “Get out,” I tell her, averting my eyes. “Get out,” I say again and turn my back on her. The little temptress needed to leave before I did something I shouldn’t. She didn’t listen very well. Small hands wrap around my bicep and she pulls me around to face her. “I belong to you, Rhett.” She says in a softer tone, hands moving to rest against my chest.

BREAKFAST IN THE ALPHA’S BED My name is Lira, a lowly maid in the Ironclaw pack, barely out of my first shift. I had dreamed of this moment….serving breakfast to the Alpha himself in his private chamber. It was an honor, a thrill that made my pulse race as I balanced the silver tray laden with fresh venison strips, warm bread slathered in honey, and a steaming pot of herbal tea. The scent of the food mingled with the earthy aroma of the den's stone walls, but nothing compared to the intoxicating pull of the Alpha's territory that drew me closer with every step.

I said sweetly, “what exactly qualifies as a royal tantrum?” Her eyes lit up. “Oh, you know… stomping your jeweled heels, demanding ridiculous things, yelling at servants for breathing too loud. My personal favorite—throwing a dramatic faint because the wine wasn’t vintage enough.” I nearly choked laughing. “Oh my god, that’s perfect.” Gregor pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is absurd.” “Absurd,” Sugar agreed brightly, “is exactly the vibe she needs. Go on, Marigold, stomp those pretty slippers. Demand something insane. Like—oh!—tell him you refuse to sleep in this chamber unless the sheets are spun from unicorn hair.”

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.

The tailored fit outlined the long lines of his toned thighs, the curve of his ass and even the heavy shape of his groin when he shifted his weight. A thin silver chain hung low against his chest, glinting whenever he moved, drawing Jace’s unwilling gaze down to where the fabric gaped. It was obscene, the way he looked... like a stripper, every detail was tailored to seduce, to make anyone watching imagine how easily the clothes could come off. He was seduction and temptation embodied. Jace could not stop staring. For a moment, fear loosened its grip. But why was Elias bringing someone like this here?