Tempt Me Series Novels & Stories

The more he paged the more he felt himself fall into the moons temptation, strange. This interest that has been building since that lawful accident of bumping into the strange woman. Every touch since then is able to spark much more desired interest. Goodness this woman is going to slowly drive him out of his damned mind. Shit. Noah. He can not rest until he finds out exactly why this little one woman force thrills the dullest parts of his day. . . . "Noah... I told him, I love him." "Toby. You fool. You did what!"

LAURA Over the past few days, I had launched an operation. OPERATION SEDUCE ALEX Aim: To get him to open his eyes, pull his head out of his ass—or whichever idiom best suited the situation—and face the truth that he still wanted me. I was right there for the taking; all he had to do was take. I’ll tell you how it’s been so far. Day 1: Short sundress with nothing underneath.

"Meet me upstairs. Talana's sip was slow and deliberate. She felt the warmth spread through her veins like slow-burning fire, but she didn’t panic. She didn’t waver. Instead, she turned, her eyes locked onto Valentina’s, and, without breaking eye contact, she took Massimo’s glass from his hand and raised it to her lips, swallowing his dose as well. The room seemed to still as Valentina’s smirk faltered as she realised what had just occurred. Massimo’s dark gaze burned into Talana. “Angel, you have no idea what you just did.” She turned to him, voice sultry, knowing exactly what she was doing. “Then maybe you should show me.” Talana exhaled sharply as her control began to slip under the weigh

The lock turned. She stood there breathing too fast. A man’s voice came from somewhere in front of her. Low. Controlled. “Take everything off.” She hesitated only a second. Then she pulled her dress over her head, unhooked her bra, pushed her underwear down. Cool air touched her skin. She heard him move closer. His hand settled on her waist, then slid up to cup her breast. His thumb brushed over her nipple until it tightened. He didn’t rush. He just touched her like he already knew what she would respond to.

"I don't rush. I want to hear you scream for it first." He moved his free hand down. He didn't go for my pussy right away. He traced the shape of my waist, the curve of my hip, and the soft skin of my stomach. Every touch was slow and agonizing. I was squirming under him, my legs rubbing together. I was so wet I could feel it dripping onto the sheets. The Breaking Point "Please, Damon," I gasped. I didn't know why I called him that, or if it was even his name, but it felt right in the dark.

My pussy clenched around nothing, a fresh stream of wetness leaking out as my legs shook violently against the bed. "I'm going to ask you again," He whispered staring at his juice covered palm. "Did you go through my stuff?" “I… I looked through your stuff. I saw the toys and the pictures.” I whimpered my voice cracking. Sameal nodded slowly, a dark smile tugging at his lips. “Good girl for telling the truth. Now touch yourself. Show me how you were playing with that greedy little cunt.” My hand trembled as I reached down and slowly I started circling my clit with two fingers. I was slow at first but my pace began to increase.

he replied. But she didn’t. His other hand moved up her back, resting between her shoulders, anchoring her there. Her breath hitched. Their foreheads touched. Not a kiss. Not yet. The almost-kiss was worse than anything else. “If we cross this line,” he said, voice rougher now, “there’s no pretending afterward.” “I’m already done pretending,” she breathed. His jaw tightened. His thumb brushed the side of her waist, slow and tentative. Her knees weakened.

Evans knew exactly how to drive me wild. "I'm close," I gasped desperately. "You are not allowed to cum." Evans pulled away, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I want to make you beg for it," he whispered, his fingers teasingly trailing down my body. I shivered with anticipation, knowing that he was going to take me to the edge and back again before finally letting me release. I squirmed beneath him, craving release but also enjoying the torment. He flipped me over onto my stomach.

he caressed her chin gently down to her neck, then whispered, "or maybe, me calling you Señorita turns you on." Their conversation seems to be straying. And it's no surprise to Monette. They always do nasty things when they're alone. They only started doing this thing a year ago. Monette couldn't recall how or when she began seeking the warmth of Bernard's body. All she could remember was that he was her first fuck and that she had become addicted to him since then. Naturally, no one knows what is going on between them. It's their dirty little secret.

I'd been sobbing against the wall when he appeared, his eyes dark and intense. "You shouldn't be out here alone Esme," he said, his voice low and rough. He pulled me into his arms without asking, his hands firm on my back. I didn't resist; I'd wanted him for years, secretly watching him, craving his touch. His fingers slid up my shirt, cupping my breasts, squeezing them hard enough to make me gasp. "Let me make you forget for a minute," he muttered, yanking my bra down. His mouth latched onto my left nipple, sucking it deep, his tongue flicking over the hard peak. I moaned, arching into him, my hands clutching his shoulders.