Succumb To Temptation Novels & Stories

“Of getting caught by a professor in this room? Hell yes.” She reached out, looping her fingers into the waistband of my jeans. “Then we better be quick.” God help me I caved. I always did when it came to her. The thrill of it, the madness of not knowing who we were when the world wasn’t watching, was addictive. She turned everything forbidden into temptation. Into necessity. She pulled me down and kissed me hard, her back hitting the cushions as I hovered over her, our mouths colliding in that frantic, dangerous way that only existed between us.

He looked at the screen, but his looks touched my skin while making me shiver. "BABY!" The way he rolled the word inside his mouth made me roll juice inside my vagina. "I WANT YOU." "I WANT TO FUCK YOU HARD." He hissed while licking his lower lip. The look on his face is incredibly hot. While watching him naked, my body started to burn like a stove of flame. To Be Continued.

I never look back, but his offer was very enticing the kind of enticing that you would not let go. “ do not keep me waiting then I know you want to. I know you want me to let you search yourself. Let me show you how.,” he whispers through the thick wooden barricades. “ let me show you how lonely you’ve been let me take away the loneliness you feel just let me,” he whispers one more. If temptation is what they teaches then this is the exact temptation I had made the exact one written in the Bible, the exact one that you cannot walk away from.

“You need to let go. Allow me to show you the ecstasy that lies in surrender.” Her words dripped with temptation, and I felt myself teetering on the edge of a precipice. The darkness called to me, its seductive pull overwhelming. I wanted to give in, to drown in the depths of my desires. But a part of me screamed for caution, urging me to turn back before it was too late. Still, I couldn’t resist. The need for her was overpowering, and as I leaned in to capture her lips, the world around us faded away.

LAURA I was going to go crazy. I was very positive that I was going to go crazy. Alex had made it his life’s mission to push me over the edge and right into the ever welcome hands of insanity by seducing me mercilessly. Because that was what this was. Seduction. There was no other word for it. I wasn’t even sure if I was just making it up in my head or if it was real, but everything he did recently was with an extra level of sensuality. The way he walked, talked and even ate.

How could I resist the pull, the yearning deep within the yearn? And so, we kissed. I didn't remember who had exactly started it because my mind went automatically hazy. Longing for that simple touch which was going to set my heart ablaze, there was no other option than to submit to the temptation. She gave me a kiss which was both sweet and tender. Like a pair of butterflies flattering their wings in perfect harmony. The tingling sensation which ran through me like a jolt of electricity was hard to describe or comprehend. That kiss was beautiful with a slight touch of tongues, yet cruel in various details. We were both lost in forbidden love, in the love we could not show, nor should we sha

Because the cloth was slippery, it accidentally fell and gathered around her waist. The man pushed her onto the bed and she immediately followed him. She saw his eyes twinkle with wild passion and great need. He didn't give her a chance to feel lost. He cupped her left chest and caught one n*pple in his mouth. He sucked it as she convulsed and moaned with so much pleasure.

The doorbell rang and she could hear Matteo talk to the delivery boy. The sound of his deep voice made her heart skip a beat. She knew she was attracted to him, an attraction she never felt for any man before, but should she give in to the temptation? No. After all, he didn’t belong to her world. This attraction had no future since she knew how recklessly he lived. This would be akin to committing suicide.

“You’ve spent your life controlling outcomes. People. Perceptions. When something threatens that even the idea of surrender you experience it as danger.” “Surrender?” I repeat, almost sharply. My voice comes out breathier than I want. Surrender. The word echoes in my head. In my body. My pussy clenches again harder this time. A fresh wave of wetness soaks my panties. I feel it slide between my thighs. My nipples ache sharp, needy points. I want to touch them. Want to press my thighs together harder. Want his hand there instead. The thought shocks me. I blink fast, trying to push it away.

Julian Blackwood didn't *obsess*. Obsession was for weaker men—men who let feelings dictate their actions, who lost sight of the goal. He'd worked years to build a life based on discipline, icy ambition, and detachment. But no matter how many contracts he signed, how many deals he brokered, how many faceless women he took to bed and forgot by morning. Lena Carter haunted him. It was ridiculous. He hardly knows her.