Tempting Devil Novels & Stories

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

The glow slowly waned as he absorbed the power. "Mmmm...," he purred. "A succubus god. Was it Bacchus? No, wait, it's female. How delicious." "Five?" I asked. "Hmm... five more. Consider this a sample." "Deal." I approached the throne, stepping up the stairs with sure steps. I held my hand out to the devil. His eyes twinkled as he took mine. "Deal," he said.

I already have enough problems on my plate to deal with, being their savior won’t bring me anything good either. “Have it,” the detrimental man said to me, snapping his fat fingers at me. I stared at a tablet that was in his hand, suspiciously as he said getting near my face, "Gulp it, yourself. You won't like my way of feeding you this.” I don’t want to know what his way would be, I gulped that tablet down my throat. I flinched away when he squeezed my ass indicating to me to join him over the stage with a crocked smile playing on his rotten mouth, and all of a sudden I felt my head growing heavier. “What did you give me?” I asked him.

A dark, dangerous, beautiful god. I had to look away quickly and shut my eyes. This is unfair. Why do devils look this good? What was I saying? Even Lucifer was made out of precious stones. The Bible said so. Full of wisdom and perfect in beauty. Why? Why did evil have to look so tempting? He leaned back down and whispered in my ear. Something about Lucas. Something about not hesitating. I barely heard him. His breath was warm against my skin, his lips almost touching my earlobe, and my body was tense, every nerve ending firing at once.

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

It was an early morning with sun rays penetrating into a storey building in which a certain hunk of a man was sleeping on his bed with over 5 hot babes over him.It was obvious that he had served them good because they all wore that satisfactory smile of blossomed women. The man who could satisfy 5 women in one night had to be a god or simply the Devil.It was no one else but the devious and handsome Asmodeus,the Devil and king of hell.He was relaxing in the embrace of all these women until something hit him.He just remembered what today was.This was supposed to be his first day as Maria's boss.He rose from the bed that instant breaking free of the firm hold of the ladies who had seen what he

I pleaded to the man, but all that came out was a muffled noise. "Shh, it's okay, I got you. Don't be disobedient or else you won't like what I'll do to you." The man said in a smoky voice. I tried to get out of his hold using my hands but he was too strong. "You looked so fucking cute in the halls earlier. Like a lost puppy. You really caught my attention angel." The hand that was in my shirt was taken back and he clasped both of my hands tightly, I'm pretty sure it would leave a bruise by how much force the man was exerting.

He was suddenly dumbfounded and frozen on the spot. Like he was submerged in a sea of freezing water, drowning and unable to do anything as the life slowly drained from his body. Blake carried a strong aura around him. One that made him seem powerful, one that made people tremble at the sound of his ferocious voice. "I love your sister very much and I would never cheat on her. This I promise you." He avowed as cold sweat ran down his face. It was like he just made a covenant with the devil and once broken, he was a dead man. But what he didn't know was that he was actually the devil. How could one man be this scary?

Eyes darkening even more than before, he descends. “Fucking redheads,” he murmurs, then laps my pussy. Desire surges inside of me, and I tilt my hips up as his tongue swirls up to my clit and around, giving me the pressure I need. “Good boy,” I moan, shoving my hand into his silky hair and grabbing on. “Such a good boy.”