Temptation After Dark Novels & Stories

Satisfied with her agreement, I continue to move as my dark side begins to build until it becomes too much and I feel myself being pushed aside where I can only go along for the ride while he does what he wants with the woman beneath us. “Oh fuck, Atticus!” Tabitha gasps as ice begins to form around my shaft, making it where we can’t part until I’ve cum deep in her. “That…” Shit… What was my dark side doing? To do this was the equivalent of knotting with her and trying to get her pregnant. ‘No,’ I hiss, but it continues to act. Moving faster and faster in an attempt to cum before I can manage to take the reins again. ‘Ours,’ it snarls.

With the entire world watching her with surprise, Amelia’s face flushed with colour. An electric jolt shot through her body feeling crushed against his hard chest and shoulders. His muscular arm felt like an iron band around herself. She instinctively snaked her arm around his neck to keep herself from toppling over. It was a bad idea since it made her nipples harden with arousal. No, this wasn’t right at all! This guy should come with a statutory warning sign hanging around his neck saying, Dangerously Tempting! Females could have detrimental side effects from severe cases of se*ual arousal in his company!

It slipped even more when he opened his mouth and left wet kisses on my neck, swirling his tongue in a circle on each spot he kissed. “Tell me you dont want this, Laura.” He said intro my neck as he continued his assault. “Say it again and maybe I’ll believe you this time.” “I—” I hissed in both pain and pleasure when he bit softly on my pulse point, and then moaned in pleasure when he licked on the spot, kissing it and soothing the pain. God, he was such an asshole. How could she resist him when he fought so dirty? “Invite me into your room, Laura.” He whispered, the words soft and full of temptation. He sounded a lot like the devil in that moment, she wanted to open her eyes just to see if

I was not able to get the answer to this question when a sudden wave of sleep hit me and I couldn't help but fall into this temptation due to his lovely collagen and his soft fingers across my hair and I surrendered to the darkness that subdued me. But there's one thing that I hope for, for a moment like this not to end. I was not able to get the answer to this question when a sudden wave of sleep hit me and I couldn't help but fall into this temptation due to his lovely collagen and his soft fingers across my hair and I surrendered to the darkness that subdued me. But there's one thing that I hope for, for a moment like this not to end.

She was moaning loudly now, my eyes closed as she chewed at her lower lip and rode my pole up and down. "I watched you fuck your wife, in your bedroom. I watched you fuck her from behind, and I wished it was me.” I could feel my cock surge inside of her as she looked at me, like fucking pure innocent and raw sexuality. She is a fucking tempter. “I wished it was me so many times after that!”

Her moans were like wicked symphonies I never knew I craved… soft, sinful, forbidden poetry whispered in the dead of night. Fuck. Where was this coming from? Judas Romanovski didn’t use words like this. Didn’t let himself feel like this. But for her? For her, I could write thousands—dark verses and the more I looked at her, the more it dragged me further into an obsession that bordered on madness. She was my temptation, my ruin, wrapped in whispers. A lie. Yes, she was a lie. She had to be. Cause there was no way truth could be so tempting.

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

That desire is a beautiful thing. That’s what I crave: complete, consuming dependency on my next choice. I pick up the low-temp candle, my pulse thrumming with the need to own her completely. The way she trembles blind beneath me feeds the chaos I’ve barely learned to contain. I tilt the candle and watch a drop of deep red wax fall. I don't aim for the already tortured core, but just beside it, onto her incredibly sensitive, pulsing inner thigh.

His eyes grow dark with raw intent. I follow him. My heart races inside my chest. The shadow of our last time guides every step. The private room feels alive with possibility. The city lights create a stunning backdrop through the windows. I set the bag down. The thud sounds soft on the carpet. My decision solidifies in that moment. The memory of his cock floods me. I recall his control over my body. I step toward him. The temptation feels too strong to fight. The night ahead carries a promise. I am ready to embrace it fully.

The director barely has time to call “reset” before Destiny’s already dragging me by the hand toward the oversized velvet throne they’ve dressed as Santa’s chair. The coat is gone now, just red satin straps and white fur trimming framing her body like the world’s filthiest present. Her nipples are hard, dark, begging. She shoves me down into the seat and climbs into my lap, thighs spreading wide over mine. “Eyes on me, sweetheart,” she whispers, cupping my wet face. “Only me.”