Temptation Of Eve Novels & Stories

Hayden asked and she sighed. "We will prove Master Adrian that Eve and Ryan are having an affair. That it was part of their plan to get Eve take the throne. So later, they could kick everyone out and rule the empire. We can add more spices in this with the prediction of that witch that Eve will destroy the whole territory. The plan would work perfectly. And if I am right, now is the right time to strike as Master Adrian is angry. And an angry man is like a hot iron." She said and Hayden nodded his head.

“Oh, my god!” A surge of warmth enveloped me, sending a jolt of excitement through my body. I felt a gentle caress as my hand glided across my breasts, making contact with my skin. I found myself consumed by an insatiable desire. I followed my feelings and nurtured my delicate blossom. I give it a tender caress. “Oh, sh*t, babe!” Hearing Daniel’s distressing groaning, I instinctively reached for my bud. His enticing groan, which sounded as though he were burying his object within me, was intolerable.

Dad said it would be for the betterment of the future—future my ass. “Thank you amigo!” I gulped down the content of the glass that Levi prepared. I didn’t ask him what it was, yet whatever it was in there was really strong. Been a Saturday, The Den was filled to the brim with people. Mostly business owners, I guess it was the only place one could go and not be bothered. A half-naked lady was dancing on the pole. She was so sensual that all the men seated in here wanted her, but I had eyes on her. The drinks weren’t effective it seemed, I needed something much more stronger.

I said, turning my back on them to hide the pain of Cal’s rejection when he said he was not interested in me. They immediately followed me when I walked towards the kitchen. Bethany chuckled. “We still want the details, Eve.” A naughty smile curved her lips. “Uhuh!” Marga agreed. I halted abruptly, turning around to face them and sneer. “Fine! But first, let’s have that chicken pesto, and I’ll tell you everything while we eat.” Marga pressed her palm to her stomach. “I like that idea. You’re not skipping anything, Eve.” “We want every tiny weeny detail,” Bethany added, narrowing her eyes at me as she had already decided I was guilty of something. “Just so you know, work romance isn’t allowed

DRAKE - When Eve walked in on Amy going down on me, I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole. The sheer embarrassment made me wish I could disappear. It was the worst possible scenario. No escape. I had been struggling more than I cared to admit. Cuddling up to Eve over the past five days, pretending it was for her comfort, was getting harder. The need clawing at me had turned into something I didn't know how to handle. Something primal. Overwhelming. I'd never felt an urge this strong. The pull of it made my skin itch.

There was an ease about him that felt dangerous—like temptation disguised as peace. Eve’s gaze lingered longer than she meant it to. The candlelight caught his profile, tracing the sharpness of his jaw, the softness of his expression, the faint crease between his brows as he focused. She didn’t know why she couldn’t look away. Maybe it was the wine, maybe the silence, or maybe it was something she’d buried too long—something she had sworn never to feel again. She tried to tear her eyes away, but they betrayed her, flickering back to him like a moth drawn to flame.

“More… please… don’t stop… fill me… stretch me… make me yours…” The ancient tentacle god answered. A fourth tentacle rose, thicker than the others, its tip already dripping with fresh slime. It hovered above her face, waiting. Evelyn looked up at it with glassy, lust-drunk eyes. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. She opened her mouth. The tentacle slid between her lips, pushing deep into her throat and pumping more aphrodisiac slime straight down into her belly. Sister Evelyn was no longer a pilgrim.

Eve sat at her desk, tapping her pencil against the paper as she tried to come up with a plan to charm Alpha Ares. She knew that she had to be careful, as it was Alpha whom she was planning to seduce, it was just a silly thought but she wanted to give it a shot. "Okay, Eve," she thought to herself. "You can do this. Just think of something that will catch his eye."

Emma, meanwhile, floated out of the clinic like she’d won a game. The evening air was brisk, cool against her heated skin. Every step replayed his struggle—the way his hands had frozen on her stomach, the clipped edge of his voice when he said enough. He wanted her. She knew it. The knowledge pulsed like a live current inside her. She stopped at the corner, staring at the glow of traffic lights, a sly smile curving her lips. This wasn’t about headaches anymore. This was about temptation, about pushing until his iron control finally snapped.

Alexander moved close to Eve's leg and crouched down next to her nipple and pussy, his tongue running over the soft skin next to her pussy. He licked up her thigh to her mound. "We will devour the sweetness that drips from your cunt, if you let us. That's what you're here for." Eve moaned. Aron's body pressed against hers, his lips hot on her ear. "Show us your inner beauty, pet. Let us admire what we'll soon claim. We're going to share all of you—in fact, that's the reason you're here." Alexander's fingers caressed the inside of Eve's thighs, and Caspian unzipped his jeans.