Succumb To Temptation Novels & Stories

Nadia tried to say something but was cut off by the momentum of his lips against hers, a feeling that sent fire through her veins and made her fall into the ditch called temptation. This was the evil her father had been talking about—the temptation that she, as a daughter of his, should always resist. She had always been so strong-minded. She was sure that if it were anyone else in the world, she would've fought back, but now she was powerless, falling deeper and deeper as she let him take her. He pinned her hands down to the bed and let his tongue through her gates. She moaned through the kiss, making his cock harden. He didn't know what this woman was doing to him, but he wanted her. He wa

After I look away, feeling an intense heat up my thighs, thinking how delicious it would be Hunter’s month on mine. Hunter is synonymous of TEMPTATION… Irresistible, delicious, forbidden and addicting, everything I’ve been running from right now in my life.

The only thing that keeps me going on is the fact that in three months I'm eighteen and I can leave this fucked up life of me behind and finally go to college and live my life how I want to. Tyler said last night I could go to college and that it's my choice whether I continue my work as Seductive Temptress or leave it all behind and I'm leaning towards the latter. I don't want to be apart of this world anymore and Tyler knows it. He is giving me my freedom.

He asked, turning to him but Tristan was lost in his own thoughts, his vexation. "Father…" He called with a long inhale, making a tight fist. "Hmm?" He hummed, running his hand in his long beard. "I am sorry but I should have said it before." He breathed out. Uncaring for the consequences but it would be better than eternal regret. Only to see if they are fine or not. "What is it, Tristan?" He asked, coming closer. "Father. You are right, temptation is a curse, it leads you to unfathomable raze. Vacuous of me to discard it." He growled, making a tight fist with a clenched jaw.

Now back into the scene and right in front of her, Ramil’s world changes, all with those words that temptation is too much for him to say no to. “Everything that you desire and will desire. I will give it to you. I will grant everything. Only if you are willing to give the equivalent exchange for that deep desire.” The temptation is too good to be true, yet not impossible if you are facing the being that is swimming into the pool of darkness and the world of shadows. “Everything?” “Yes, everything.” Word is somehow making Winona gasp for air, and sending her shivers that went all the way to her spine. A different kind of dread that she couldn’t get away from, nor take it out of her mind and

Her eyes bore straight into me. "No, I mean yes! Look, that man in there is bent on winning me over as his lover again. Sure he isn't doing it in a crazy or weird way," but he is using seduction, "but I don't want to! And being in the same house as him is going to make me fall into temptation. He has been good at that for so long.”

My heart is beating too fast—perhaps, too loud that I'm certain he can hear it through the screen. “In what way?” he asks carefully. I close my eyes. How do you confess to something you don't yet have a language for? A name for? How do I tell him my whole body feels like it's drowning alongside my thoughts? “I welcomed temptation,” I say instead. “I did not flee from it.” “Temptation comes to all of us,” he replies. “What matters is how we respond.” I swallowed, suddenly nervous. “I responded with… weakness.” Another pause—longer this time.

He playfully spanked my left but and squished it with so much eagerness. "I want to see you dancing, babe. Come on!" He whined like a kid and put both of his hands behind his neck before licking his lower lip. "Come on." After a minute of convincing, his eyes finally lit with happiness when I stood up from his lap. I took my tie out of my hair and messed it up a little to seduce him. His lips parted when I took my shirt off in front of him, leaving me with my brassier. I swayed my hips from side to side, my hands roaming around my shoulder unto my breast, slightly fondling it.

“It is one of the sins most easily committed but hardest to admit. Because it appeals to what is human in us, our desire to be seen, to be touched, to be wanted.” A few people nodded. I wondered if they could hear the irony bleeding through my tone. “We are told to flee from it. Not fight it. Not reason with it. Flee.” My eyes flickered to him again. He leaned back casually, one leg crossed over the other, eyes half-lidded as if he were listening to music instead of scripture. I gripped the edges of the lectern. “But too often,” I continued, “we tell ourselves we are stronger than temptation. We tell ourselves we can endure it, stand near it, even taste it, and not be changed.”

“It makes slaves of us, if we allow it. It tempts us to surrender what should be sacred.” Her hand did not move away. Instead, her fingers slid lightly down my arm, tracing the seam of my sleeve, grazing the inside of my wrist. “But…” she murmured, “to know desire is to know the depth of temptation. To resist it, we must feel it first. Do you understand?” My breath quickened. My heart thundered. I wanted to say no, to say I did not understand, to cry out that I wanted nothing to do with this. But my lips would not move.