Sweet Temptation Cora Reilly Novels & Stories

“I don’t know what happened–I didn’t want to cause any of this…” “Don’t worry about a thing,” I assure Cora softly, moving quickly along the cobblestones. “Just tell me what’s wrong.” “I feel weak,” Cora gasps out. “I think–” she turns bright red, and I can’t help but grin a little. She snuggles herself closer to my chest and breathes in my scent. “I think I need your closeness right now.” The surge of desire that rips through me is so overpowering it takes every inch of self-restraint in my body not to take her right there on the street.

Eros and the staff at Compu-Cupid" What the hell? They wanted him to leave the day after tomorrow? This was so wrong and yet... She was on vacation, and he had plenty of time banked. A few days in the Caribbean sounded like heaven - especially with the luscious Cora. He wondered if she could be convinced. The relaxation would probably do her a world of good. Val grinned at his computer screen. Yeah, this was going to be fun. He'd make sure of it. Oh no, no, no. Cora stared at the email on her computer screen as milk and cereal dripped from her spoon back into the bowl. This couldn't be happening. A trip? With Valentine Holiday? All expenses paid? For three nights at a couples-only resort. Ta

And that moment I recalled what Aurelia told me about the wedding that Emilia had left all of a sudden and turning to Cora who was still shocked, I understood. Cora outshone Emilia with her aura. Which is what she hates the most. “Are you okay?” I asked Cora and she glanced around. “Is that your freaking girlfriend?” She scoffed and stared down at her wrist, “I'm bleeding.” “First aid ma'am,” one of the waitresses hurried to us and I realized that happened in front of many people and Emilia almost revealed Cora was a fake wife. “Thank you,” Cora muttered after she was bandaged and soon, we were heading towards the car and I told her Emilia was my sister.

They were small but exquisitely shaped with firm perky rosy peaks that begged for my attention and touch. With my mouth shut over one, I lowered my head my eyes blazing. She let out a low frantic groan. I took her in my mouth and savored her flavor texture and unadulterated exquisite sweetness. Her legs buckled beneath her as her body trembled frantically. With a stifled voice and hardly a breath she uttered the desperate plea “Sloan…” which was more surrender than protest. I did not pay attention to her. I took my time enjoying the feeling pulling her in closer while teasing and torturing her with my tongue. Her nipple was dark, swollen and glistening when I eventually let her go.

He immediately caught my hand. "Now, I don't want you getting drunk on me." I gave him a cheeky grin. "Come on. Let me try just a little. It's a rare vacation. One won't hurt." His hands continued peeling shrimp as he gave me a mock glare. "Fine. But just a little." Excitedly, I popped the top and took a sip. Ugh. It was bitter. But very quickly, that was replaced by a sweet, savory sensation I couldn't quite name. I took a few more gulps. The bitterness began to fade, and I realized it was actually quite delicious.

I said while smiling at him. He laughed loudly like a man possessed and looked at him in a shock. “What is so funny?” I asked. “Do you even know Liam Lautner? He is underworld don, young, rich and above all handsome. Do you think I’ll believe you? You exclaim to be the Liam Lautner’s so-called wife.” Don’t believe me but you would have to believe one thing for sure. Do you know who I am?” I asked him now fully annoyed and enraged. “Who are you?” he asked laughing out loud once again. “I am Cassie Davila daughter of Marcus Davila. Look at me, see?” I should him my face. The color of his face turned pale when he recognized me. “S-sorry madam, I am really sorry don’t tell your B-brother’s pleas

He laid me on my back down on the couch, he went on top of the lifted my sweater as he tossed it on the floor. He moved down to my neck as he began to suck, he kept sucking harder each time, he went to my earlobe sending a shiver down my body when he whispered “ready to scream my name?” he smirked. I felt that I was about to faint, he moved down to my breast as he kept kissing and sucking every inch until he reached one of my breasts.

I got you before so I'll get you again. Zack's Pov. That woman is annoying. Why did she come back here? We are here at the bar today with my friends. Many women seduce me but I don't budge. I won't shoot women until I've finished what I'm doing to Angel as if my monkey friends dare. "Dude what's up with the sweetness prank of a ZACK ERVIN, does it work?" crazy question of Zyrone. "Of course. Because we know that woman really likes me hahaha," I replied proudly to them.

she begged. I didn't have time to dig deeper before she smashed our lips together. Those soft, silky lips devoured me. Burning me from the inside and I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to. Snaking my hand around her waist and pulling her flush against me as I tugged on her bottom lip, colliding my tongue with hers. The taste of strawberry daiquiri tickling my taste buds from the sweetness she emits. It was euphoric, my brain, a mess with only thoughts of her as our lips danced together. A gentle slow dance that heated and turned into something sensual.

___________________________________ Dinner at the Carter house was just as it had always been since my mother died. Dry. The conversations? Forced dry. The food? Dry. Or maybe I am getting used to Massimo’s dinners…at least the food had flavor. “So how's things with your fiancée?” Cora asked with the drawl in her Southern accent. She was a blonde woman from Louisiana who was obsessed with “keeping up with the times” at the expense of my father. I looked at her and rather than answer immediately, I took a drink of water. “Fine.” I said, after I was done and went back to pushing around the undercooked chicken on my plate.