Tempting Heart Novels & Stories

"The way your wet clothes cling to your body… showing every curve… tempts me." I swallowed hard. My eyes slipped away from his. "You’re not innocent, little one. Every curve. Every look. Every word from you… it shakes my silence with whispers of sin. Like you were made for one thing." He leaned closer. I felt his warm breath near my ear. "To seduce me. You are a real temptation, Miss Amara." He paused, then added possessively. "And you’re not just a temptation. You’re my temptation." I looked at him in complete silence. My heartbeat thundered like war drums. His eyes cut through me, shaking everything inside.

The mere thought of her trying to wiggle her way back into his life sent a shiver of unease through me. “Is there a little... or maybe a lot of flirting?” I asked, my voice wavering as I tried to keep my expression neutral. His immediate shake of the head brought a rush of relief. “No, Emily. My heart is locked by you. Ellen’s temptation is nothing to me. In fact, to me, her advances are like the temptations of ordinary mercenary women.” The corners of my mouth lifted into a smile as warmth spread through my chest. I reached out, my fingers running through his tousled hair, tracing a path down to his bare chest.

Soft moans kept escaping anyway as warmth pooled heavily between her thighs. He was touching her like he knew how much she'd craved him. His hands never rushed. He worked her body thoroughly, making her hips shift restlessly under the thin sheet, her fingers clutching the fabric like an anchor. The scent of him, the heat of his body so close, the way his long curls fell forward as he leaned in, it was overwhelming. Forbidden tension thickened the air. Her idol, the untouchable star, had his hands all over her naked skin, deliberately teasing her. She couldn't imagine how much she'd be cancelled if his fans knew of this.

“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.

“Because temptation… is inevitable. And some desires… are meant to consume.” His fingers brushed my cheek, tracing a line down to my jaw, sending sparks racing through me. My heartbeat thundered, my thoughts scattered, yet I wanted it. I wanted him. I craved the danger, the forbidden thrill that wrapped around us, intoxicating and inescapable. “You’re… reckless,” I whispered, chest heaving, breath uneven, trembling under the heat of him. “And you’re irresistible,” he countered, eyes dark, smoldering, commanding. “And that’s why none of this matters. The pull… the fire… it’s inevitable. And you’re already lost.”

Her heart thudded maniacally and her devilish brain screamed only two words - 'How Tempting' .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

An ugly mess. He still looks at me like he has never seen anything more beautiful before. My heart hammers against my rib cage and I resist the urge to shake him and tell him to stop looking at me like that and tell the real words. I hold back the urge to tell him to not take me up in ths air before bringing me back to drown in a way that would hurt much more. He surprised me again when he leaned even closer and pressed his lips softly against my temple and let those lips linger there for a pretty good minute. I neither say anything nor pull back as I close my eyes and soak the feeling of being adored and cherished by this man like a goddess.

My heart hammers in my chest as I put two and two together. Holy shit. He has me bound. He traces the curve of my spine, a low hum sounding from his throat. “So fucking beautiful, little bird. Every inch of you is screaming for me to touch it, mark it, claim it. You were fucking made for me.” I gasp when his hand comes down on my right ass cheek, the sound echoing throughout the room. The stinging sensation quickly morphs into pleasure, and I bite back a moan. Ace steps away and rummages through the chest, unaware of the fog swimming in my mind and the heat coursing through my veins.

Their wedding had been a legendary affair, attended by every notable figure in the city. Whispers erupted around them at once. Matthew tightened his grip on Danielle's waist and frowned. "Ms. Landry, you're not needed here. Go back to the office." Meghan ran off in tears under the judgmental glares of the guests. Matthew gave Danielle a gentle kiss on her forehead and guided her to their seats, but she could clearly sense his irritation. As several items went under the hammer, his gaze drifted, and his leg bounced restlessly beneath the table. When the gem known as Radiant Heart appeared, Matthew raised his paddle and placed an aggressive bid. He then stood up to excuse himself. "Danielle, I

Her eyes burned, squeezed shut tighter against the sting. “This isn’t devotion. It’s temptation.” “Yes,” he replied. “Temptation is devotion before it learns its name.” The hand lingered, then slid further, deliberate, parting the fabric of her gown. It teased the sensitive skin there before dipping lower. Elizabeth trembled, caught in the web of his control, her body arching slightly despite herself. He didn't rush. The pressure reformed, now a firm stroke against her clit from behind, his fingers circling the swollen nub with slow, teasing circles that sent electric sparks through her core.