Temptation After Dark Novels & Stories

His face was so near mine that I could even smell the reek of alcohol in his breath. "You said that you'd rather do me than any girl, earlier." I whispered, making his eyes bored to me with unexplainable emotion. His jaw moves aggressively as if contradicting himself from doing something that he feels like regretting. "You can do me now." I added. I didn't wait for his answer and abruptly took my top off of my body, and because I wasn't wearing any bra underneath, his eyes quickly feasted on my bare breast. I almost smiled when I saw how his Adam's apple moved because of the sight. I was about to remove my jeans when his hands grabbed mine, pulling me towards his direction, before pushing me

“Is this a move in your chess board to clear the scandalous nature of your relationship? Or was it to scrub the digital archives through philanthropic gestures?” “It is true that our relationship was born in a house of mirrored lies”, I admitted as I didn’t feel ashamed at that moment. “We made mistakes while living in the dark. The reality is that you can’t redemption from darkness by running away from light. Rather we seek the redemption by building solid structure that can stand the sun and its heat. Lucas didn’t do it to scrub the digital archives instead he did for the search of the truth. If you think that’s a scandal, then expect more to come in the nearest future.” When the studio li

“No, not yet. Once I’m officially the director of Maynard Cosmetics, I’m sure it’ll be fine then.” I stared at her, my jaw tightening. She thought her plan was foolproof, but I could already see the potential chaos. Hopefully, nothing would happen. But something told me it wouldn’t be that simple. Her hand caressed the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair. I looked up at her, and her gaze, her eyes darkened, transforming from the innocent Isla I knew into someone far more daring, more dangerous. “Speaking of minutes,” she murmured, her voice teasing, “we still have about thirty before they get here. Why don’t I please you a bit?”

“Shit! You’re a temptation wrapped in human flesh.” A low chuckle slipped from my lips. “I will take that as a compliment.” I knew he still wanted to do more. “Can we do one more?” he asked as he moved closer. I glared at him as I sat up. “You said you just wanted a taste, so it’s over now. Leave my room, Mr. Damson.” It wasn’t that I couldn’t let him fuck me again, but I needed to read. Disappointment flickered in his eyes. “We will see each other again then.” I scoffed at his words.

It was as if he had cast some magical spell on her, that this whole world faded away and all that was left was his exquisite touch. EMMA! She screamed at herself in her head. His black wet locks, his clenched jaw, that alluring Adam apple of his and that rugged stubble and not to mention those dark green eyes of his which were always filled with so much dark depth in them that she felt imprisoned. His tattoos, everything of him speaks to her every cell that this thing was beyond her understanding. Maybe he was a sorcerer for sure and was putting her under a spell. And it was working. Emma shook her head and then breathed in deeply several times. She freaking needs to gather herself up or thi

But he saw in her eyes a hesitation, as if, despite her denials, she wanted to share those fantasies with him. He could have just asked...allowed her the chance to say more. Instead, he gave in to the impulse that had been driving him all afternoon. The impulse to pull her into his arms. To taste her mouth. To find out if she really was as sweet and as hot as he'd always imagined. To just kiss her. Her lips were pliant, and he could almost taste her surprise as they opened beneath his. Her mouth still held the lingering flavor of her last sips of beer, the hint of hops; pleasant but unexpected. Faint, but powerful. Just like the scent of her.

Then, he had begun investigating in order to fully understand the family to whom Vice and Victor had become linked through their relationship with her. Now, he had slipped into the rabbit hole, and could not stop eating the damn cake. Oh, but the cake tasted so good, he thought as the Ferrari pulled over at a recording studio, and Vixen oozed her way out of the driver’s seat. There was no wig today, and no half-mask. He didn’t think that shade of white-blonde was natural, by her eyebrows, and she had well and truly stuffed those gorgeous curves into a very lucky pair of jeans, and a t-shirt advertising herself as a brunette under the name “Temptation” standing in front of three guys, one of

Skylar relaxed into him and focussed back on the conversation as waiters arrived with their meal. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx At Skylar's request for another drink James took the opportunity to excuse himself to head to the bar, hoping that while mouths were full questions directed at Skylar would minimal. Adam quickly followed. "I'll get a couple drinks for us too hon," he said to Julia, kissing the top of her blonde hair before he hurried to catch up to James. "So, she seems nice," he said elbowing James once out of earshot. James rolled his eyes at his brother, "She is nice, now get to the point. You didn't chase after me and wait until they could

Charlotte stood up on wobbly legs and made her way to the bathroom and shutting the door behind her, she removed her clothes before sinking into the bath with a contented sigh. Returning from the bathroom, she found Samael standing at the window with his back to her as he sipped from a glass. She stood watching him, her eyes roaming over his muscular form barely concealed under his dark gray suit. "Enjoying the view?", his deep voice broke the silence, disrupting her thoughts as he turned to face her, his lips curled up in a seductive smile. She didn't reply but gazed back at him as goosebumps broke out on her arms and a familiar warmth formed between her legs. Before she knew it, Samael had

In the sudden darkness, Yaslyn could barely discern Xoan's eyes, gleaming with an untamed, dangerous allure. "Xoan..." she whispered, the drug robbing her voice of strength. In that dark, heated cocoon, two souls battled with desire, restraint, and the shadows of unspoken threats. In a space where temptation was its most lethal, Yaslyn's weakened voice only heightened the allure. Xoan's restraint shattered, and he lowered himself to capture Yaslyn's lips in a fervent embrace, a dance of passion and hesitation. Yaslyn responded, a hint of innocence in her reciprocation.