Tempted Novels & Stories

Overwhelmed by what’s happening to my body, I can’t hold back loud moans and explode in a powerful orgasm, pulsing around the manhood. But Kays doesn’t rush to finish. As soon as my convulsions of pleasure subside a little, he lifts me off his shaft, and I feel him at my second, narrow opening. "You’re a scoundrel," I sigh sweetly when I feel the slow penetration into a place not quite meant for this. But there’s so much of our slickness that his length slides in without trouble. "And you’re a very brave and obedient little one… whom I love madly," the tempter continues to whisper, kissing my neck.

"Blaze, move away from the door. You're not helping." "Helping?" Blaze's voice was rising, frustration nipping at the edges. "She's all but begging us to break in! Can't you feel it, Kai? The pull? It's driving me mad!" "It's unbearable," Zane agreed, a low groan escaping his lips. "My control is… slipping." Rhea could feel it too, the intense, near-magnetic pull. It wasn't just physical; it was a desperate, primitive need for their presence, their touch. It was terrifying. "Please… don't," she pleaded, her eyes stinging with tears.

Her hand comes up to grip my forearm instead, like she’s bracing. My fingers slide higher, slow, and I feel the exact moment her breath stutters — the catch in her throat, the way her hips press forward without her permission. I find her, and she’s already so wet it makes something low in my stomach go tight in a way I don’t examine too closely.

I lay there with the phone beside me and my body thrumming with desire for the taste of a man I wasn't supposed to want. How do I overcome this temptation?

Jamey She was a walking temptation I knew I would succumb too sooner rather than later. Meadow was doing nothing to keep my sexual appetite down, her existence was slowly pushing me to my limit, her presence was unnerving and the stunt she pulled today was proof of that. Staring at my bedroom ceiling, all I could think about was the look on her face in the elevator and how it drove me crazy, how easily she got wet for me was addictive. I had been in this position for a few hours. I couldn’t sleep and I couldn’t work. This was becoming unhealthy.

Right now, he only has eyes for me and I’m going to take full advantage of it. “You should know. You’ve experienced it yourself,” I lick my lips and look meaningfully at his groin. He lets out a hiss, eyes narrowing further at the memory. I try not to laugh. He's so easily manipulated and so easily angered. A groan. “Woman you are heating me up,” he choked out, “and driving me crazy. You’re a fucking temptress and I shouldn’t want you…” he trailed off, glancing away from me as though he's trying his hardest to resist and annoyed that he can't.

Dax’s warm breath fanned across Victor’s neck, making Victor’s hips twitch forward involuntarily, seeking friction against Dax’s thigh. Victor reached up, his fingers desperate to grip Dax’s waist, to pull this impossible, intoxicating creature into a brutal, possessive kiss. "Dax... touch me. Prove to me you're real." Dax’s eyes flickered with cold, vicious satisfaction. Just as Victor’s lips leaned in, Dax stepped back instantly, breaking the contact completely. Victor stumbled forward slightly, his mouth open, his chest heaving, his body aching with unfulfilled, agonizing desire.

“Brea, I’m trying to do the right thing. When you look at me with those pleading eyes… And, fuck, your plump, pink mouth is so close, all I can think of are the indecent things I’m dying to do to it.” Probably the same things she’d secretly wanted him to do. Her ache tightened. “What is this connection between us? I don’t understand.” “Fuck if I know. I’ve never felt anything like it.” She hadn’t imagined a yearning this strong was possible. It was bigger than her, and every time she tried to ignore it, the desire only grew. Must be why folks call it temptation… Brea searched his face, fighting her own impulse to touch him. And the fire in his black stare told her he knew it.

His eyebrow was cocked, a curious look on his face as he took me in. “Yes. Temptation is the road to Hell, or at least that’s what I hear.” I once again tried to draw his attention back to the computer screen. He smirked, something I was already beginning to loathe. “You think I’m tempted by you?” I thought about the answer, though I knew it already, but decided to string him along. “No, but I don’t want to give you the opportunity to be tempted by me.” “Why so hostile?”

After I look away, feeling an intense heat up my thighs, thinking how delicious it would be Hunter’s month on mine. Hunter is synonymous of TEMPTATION… Irresistible, delicious, forbidden and addicting, everything I’ve been running from right now in my life.