Tempted Ink Novels & Stories

He swallowed hard and tried to distract himself. He picked up his marker and dropped it back , he was so restless. Nothing was working. I inserted the pen into my pussy and bit my lips. Damn…he couldn't take it anymore. I poked the pen into my hole faster and rubbed my clits with my fingers. He walked closer towards me for a perfect view. “So when the market value is high…”. He cut mid sentence while explaining. “Everyone out, class is over. Something urgent came up”, I covered myself properly and licked the slickness on my pen.

Indiana narrowed her eyes at me and I knew I couldn’t negotiate. Lingerie it was.

“Is it an Alpha thing?” “It’ a Fyrestone thing,” he grunted, “to be honest you shouldn’t be seeing them, you’re not…” unable to stop his eyes flickering with ruby shards when I followed the intricate, maze-like path of his ink. I’d never seen ink so black, it was fascinating. Knowing that teasing along the inked lines made him twitch with desire. It was a powerful sensation. I’ve been starved of that lately. I’ve been a ship tossed on the waves, but now in this bed with Dex, I can take some control

Ink gurgled uneasily around the base of the new structure, like it resented being pushed out of that space. Just to see— Just to confirm, this wasn’t a wild coincidence—I focused on the slick black line of ink that had been creeping closer to our boots, lapping at the altar’s edge like a curious tongue I thought: Back. Just a little. Not eradication. Just… space. The ink quivered. Then, with visible reluctance, it slid back a foot or two, leaving a rim of damp, exposed paper in its wake. A collective breath hissed in from the others.

Her fingers brushed over her slick folds, circling her clit. A soft moan escaped her, imagining his fingers, thick and confident, pushing inside her the way she’d just written, his mouth on her neck, and voice whispering dirty praises to her. Her hips rolled instinctively as she rubbed faster, chasing that edge… But it wouldn’t come, never did. No matter how hard she tried, the release stayed just out of reach. Frustrated, she pulled her hand away, closed the document, and switched tabs to her fan page — @KaiLennoxForever, the biggest unofficial hub for the reclusive singer-producer with millions of followers.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.” “Then kiss me,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. Our lips met—soft at first, tentative, like testing forbidden waters. Then hunger took over. His mouth claimed mine, tongue sliding in deep and possessive. I moaned into him, my full breasts pressing against his bare chest. God, he tasted like rain and sin. My hands roamed his back, feeling the hard muscles flex under my fingers. His hand slid down my side, gripping my hip, pulling me closer until my thigh draped over his.

Her eyes aren't just on me, she’s scanning the entire table, her gaze flickering toward Roman and Silas with a hunger that’s as transparent as the glass in her hand. I don't offer her a smile. I don't even look up. We’ve gotten used to this—the "bar bunnies," as the rest of the club likes to call them. Since we went public with our ownership of Iron & Ink, the dynamic in the room has shifted. It’s no longer just a place for the MC to move product or talk business, it’s become a beacon for every woman in the city looking for a walk on the wild side. They see the ink, the leather, and the dangerous edge we carry, and they want a piece of it. We’ve slept with a few of them over the years, casua

Can he ignore the attraction he felt for her, feelings that resurfaced after ten years? What will Alyssa do when she is stalked by the man who has been invading her dreams since the day she met him? What will she do when she is whisked away to a deserted island by the unpredictable Nicholas Donnelly? Can she tame her heart or surrender to the sinful temptations? Read this third book of the Temptation Series to find out!

My body betrayed me as every part trembled slightly with his touch. Then slowly, he began trailing light kisses from my neck, down to my stomach, then my navel as he teased me with his tongue. Gently he made his way down to my inner thighs. "Aghh..Alex." I moaned softly. My legs were shaking now as I grabbed his hair. His tongue moved further as his fingers found it's way to my dripping pussy. He inserted two fingers and I felt my body tense up. "Fuckkkk!! You're so wet Anna." He moaned.

A goddamn coffee cup. But her skin had felt like silk. Her mouth had tasted of cinnamon and printer's ink. And the worst of it—the part that really bothered him—was how *real* it had felt. Not the superficial flash of desire he was used to. Not the fleeting zing of a woman's hand on his leg in a club, or mouth on his neck in the back of a limo. This had been *different*. And he hated that. He leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, fists clenched.