Sweet Temptation Cora Reilly Novels & Stories

I licked the corner of my lips making his trophy twitch. "You're a temptation, you know that?" he could hardly speak. "You need some spanking, señorita!" before I could say anything, he already carried me to the table and spread my legs on the edge. Okay, that's it, Amy Leah! I uttered inwardly. Now, it's time! Before Desmond could kiss me again, I pushed him hard. "What the heck?!" he groaned in protest and annoyed at my sneer. His hard-rock manhood was still in full erect.

REIGN I gazed at Cora as she struggled to come up with an answer to my question. I found myself mesmerized by the way her long and velvety lashes moved up and down while she blinked. Her brows were thick but shaped like the crescent moon. Her eyes were like pools of deep enchanting hazel, reflecting warmth and mystery. Her lips, a shade of delicate rich pink, ignited the fire within me, making me want to taste them all over again. The contours of her face were gracefully sculpted, with a gentle curve of a smile that added an extra layer of allure, creating a captivating blend of elegance and charm.

*** Silas’s POV The moment the door clicked shut and the scent of Cora’s vanilla and jasmine began to fade from the hallway, I felt the air in the room shift. For five years, I had lived in a world that smelled of nothing but cold stone and Elara’s artificial, cloying florals. But now, the suite was saturated with *her*. The real Cora. Now that she was no longer masking her scent with that wretched liquid silver she’d used in the human world, her true essence was back. It was the scent I had hunted for in my dreams—warm, sweet, and intoxicating. I had woken up in a fevered hurry just to get to this room, just to stand in her presence and make sure she was real. That she was here. With me.

The air carried the faint sweetness of sugar and cream, something light and almost nostalgic. We sat together. Close enough to appear natural. Far enough that propriety remained intact. Cora spoke easily, her mood lifted by the outing, by the dress, by everything that now lay ahead of her. “I have always preferred the fruit ices,” she said, studying the options with interest. “They feel… lighter.” “Then you should have one,” William replied..His tone was polite. Measured. Appropriate. But something in it Something subtle— felt… distant. Not cold. Not unkind. But restrained. Carefully so.

he will just keep wanting more…… Moving closer to her devil's doorbell, his sinful tongue gave her sex, a long lick, as she screamed out in ecstasy, his tongue played with her flesh, as he pushed his tongue into her, relishing her sweet taste, Cora clutched her had onto his hair, drawing him closer to her, it tongue was not even able to sate her, though it felt so good on her, how come he's so good at this, Cora screams of pleasure filled the room, sinful moans escaping her throat, as she drooled at the pleasure she felt, he just keeps doing wicked things to her, "I ca…n't t..ake it anym..ore… " she drooled like a slut who just got the best client ever, "Fuck me already…." She begged in a ho

Cora replied with lackluster. She arrived home yesterday feeling on top of the world. The new branch of Sweet & savory that she came to New York to open was progressing smoothly, all foreseen problem that she thought she might encounter was easily dealt with without any glitch. Life was great and she was happy. She relaxed in her favorite chair with a flute of champagne in hand hoping to enjoy the rest of her evening before finally retiring to bed but her hopes were dashed when a piece of news she saw on the entertainment news channel threatened to bring to a premature end all her hard work for the past four months

A sadistic smirk adorned her lips with her thin tongue flickered out. "Well well well...isn't this quite a surprisssssse," Cora darkly hissed. -END-

My cock jerked, fully hard now, curving up against my stomach like it was pissed I’d even tried to starve it. I slammed a palm against the tile, head dropping forward, water streaming down my back. She didn’t even know. She had no idea how perfect she was. Not stick-thin like half the girls downstairs—no. Sabrina had curves that made my mouth water. Full breasts, hips I wanted to bruise with my grip, an ass I still felt in my dreams. Flesh in all the right places. Soft where I wanted soft, tight where I wanted tight. My hand moved before my brain caught up, wrapping around my cock, fingers barely meeting because I was so fucking hard it hurt.

The way everyone else orbits around them says enough. At the head of the table is a girl with hair so glossy it reflects the overhead lights like spun gold. She doesn’t eat so much as toy with her salad, her manicured fingers slicing leaves into smaller pieces she never bothers putting in her mouth. Every time she laughs, the sound makes the room tilt a little toward her, like gravity itself bends to her will. She’s not just beautiful. She’s terrifying. And I know without being told—this is the queen bee. Her name, whispered in the halls this morning, was Victoria Hale. Daughter of some real estate mogul, old Blackridge money. Her family has enough property in this town to own the ground we’

"Your limits? If you had any, then who is Natalie and Selena's father? If you had limits, would you be going to a hot spring resort with a fraud like Warren and have his fish displayed in our house? "If you had limits, would you have just pretended not to know anything about Nonagon Chemicals? And what about everything else you've done behind my back that I still don't know about? Do you even dare to tell me the truth? Your so-called limits are just a complete joke." When Joseph hung up, his emotions were still running high. Even his hand holding his cigarette trembled. The more he thought about it, the more he questioned the kind of woman Cora was. To him, she seemed like a devil. She was a