Romans & histoires Tempt: Romance Audiobooks

The room smelled of sex, and the man that had brought me to a level of pleasure that I’d never heard of held me tightly. My dreams were filled with ropes and desire, service and surrender as I left the world I’d known forever, and I entered a world of submission to the only man that I could imagine giving myself to. ***** I awoke to Tim, my Dom for the weekend, gently kissing my wet and willing pussy, his tongue slowly circling my clit. My hands wove themselves into his dark hair as I pulled him to me. I wanted him to do more than simply tease me; I wanted him to dive in and make me cum over and over again like he had last night. As he kissed and

My eyes snapped open as I moaned incoherently. “By the time I’m done with you ― you’ll miss being with me,” Valen spoke close to my lips. “You’ll want to be with me so badly that when you fantasize about me, you’ll realize that it’s not the cure.” He let the soft edges of his mouth press on my parted ones. “This is where it begins. I’ll be your entire universe.” Moderately, my hands went up and down his shaft while my eyes fluttered close. In a velvet dark voice, he cursed under his breath, jerking forward. “― sweet fucking temptation ―”

, I rubbed my fingers against her pussy lips rubbing slowly. “Ahh…sarahhh”, she moaned. Her head arching backwards. This book worm is just a horny little girl, I'll make sure I make her feel what she's been longing for. I leaned in and kissed her beneath her chin. Damnn…I could feel her pulse racing. “I know you want more of this, just say it”, I breathed, my lips brushing her skin. Karen's eyes were filled with pure lust now, the grip on her textbook weakened. She was finally breaking, craving for more of my touch.

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“A taste.” “Just… a taste?” He nodded once, eyes blazing. I was already leaning in when the rational part of my brain screamed. I ignored it. Our lips didn’t touch. Not quite. Just the ghost of breath, the promise of tongues. I could taste him anyway heat and danger and something addictive. “Esmeralda,” he groaned against my mouth, so low I felt it in my nipples. “Let me ruin you.” I pulled back an inch, shaking. “Tomorrow,” I said, voice wrecked. “Same time. You give me another name… and maybe I let you have more.”

Still recording. And suddenly— A distorted voice echoed from the speaker. Soft. Calm. Terrifying. “Interesting,” the voice murmured. Veronica gasped quietly. Joy stepped backward instinctively. Christiana’s grip tightened around the phone. “Who are you?” she demanded. A low chuckle came through the speaker. “You’re asking the wrong question.” The voice sounded altered electronically, impossible to identify. Male? Female? They couldn’t tell. “The right question,” the voice continued slowly,

My chest hammers against my ribcage. His breath brushes my neck. Hot, deliberate, tantalizing. He steps beside me, dangerously close, so close I can feel the slight shift of his weight. My stomach twists when I glance at the titles. Tempting Him: On His Desk Kamasutra: Teacher's Edition Oh. My. Fucking. God. I stare at the books for three whole seconds. “That’s not-” I spin to confront him, but he’s gone. Just gone. My head whirls down the dark aisle, rows of books standing like silent witnesses.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

My legs ached, my head throbbed, and the mountain of files left for analysis made me want to cry. I dropped onto a bench outside the finance department, trying to catch my breath. “Rough first day?” I looked up. A guy with striking blue eyes sat at a nearby desk, still focused on his computer. “Something like that,” I muttered. “Gets easier,” he said, then smirked. “Actually, no, it doesn’t.” I laughed. “Yeah, I figured.” “Terrence Jonas,” he introduced. “Celeste Koch.” “Celeste,” he repeated. “Better head back. Mr. Bettencourt has eyes everywhere.”

That wasn’t how he functioned, but with Amelia, he seemed to surprise himself every time. “I don’t deserve you, cara, yet I can’t resist you. Every time I see you, I want to make you mine. Only mine.” Amelia’s breath hitched at his sweet confession while she gazed into his desire-filled eyes. He traced his thumb over her plump lips, relishing in the fullness. Amelia closed her eyes, already feeling drunk in his caress. As she waited for his mouth to claim hers, he dipped his head and captured her lips is a soft caress. There was so much tenderness in his move as if she were a piece of fine china.