Tempting Heart Novels & Stories

I caught the ring, heart pounding. But she was already gone.

I wasn’t sure I could survive that kind of pain a second time. So I told myself: No feelings. No love. No attachments. Just… desire. Just… temptation. I could handle temptation. Desire was safe. Desire didn’t break your heart. Desire didn’t disappear overnight. Desire was fleeting, manageable. But Lance… Lance wasn’t just desire. He was everything. He was temptation and warmth, attraction and danger, all wrapped into one perfect, infuriating package that made my heart beat faster and my body ache in ways I couldn’t ignore. And the more I tried to deny it, the more my mind betrayed me, replaying every memory of him, every touch, every look, every heated moment from that night.

"You know it gets me excited when you kiss me." He caught me by the chin, and tilted my head, so I was facing him again, and feeling resigned, I met his eyes. They were narrowed on me, and he leaned his face closer as he examined me. My eyes grew a little wide, and my breathing, that had just been calming down, sud-denly started going faster again, as did my heartbeat. "We make out a lot of times, Adele. That sound...was a little more than just the intense make out, so what is it?"

turning my gaze out the window again. We drive in further silence which I was grateful for my nerves were shot and I was beginning to get sweaty. Just when I thought I was getting a panic attack the car stopped and I looked at Matt. " We are here. Here is the pills you need to put in the guy's drink don't let him see you do it otherwise your cover is blown. You will be introduced as the Seductive Temptress when the music starts you make your way to the pole and dance the guy will definitely ask for a private dance afterwards that's when you will spike him. Here's the a photo of the guy memorize it. I will be in the club don't make eye contact with me pretend you don't know me. Now go on thro

"I've tried. Every night, I've tried to pray you out of my head. Every morning, I've begged God to take this temptation from me." "Did He?" "You know He didn't." His hand reached up, cupping my face as he used his thumb to race my jaw lightly. "You're the only prayer I can't stop saying." My heart slammed against my ribs, and I lean into his touch, closing my eyes. "I've wanted you since the first time you confessed," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "Every fantasy you described, I pictured myself there. And every sin you confessed, I wanted to commit."

They were a temptation. And for one terrifying heartbeat—I didn’t know if I wanted to resist.

Every resistance I had was immediately thrown out of the window; those lips were drawing me and I accepted the sweet temptation I had no hesitation to. He wasn't rough like I expected but was gentle and tender. It was like he was telling me something I had been ignoring and I didn't want to acknowledge, but tonight, I honestly didn't care. I felt hollow inside and exposed, and I needed something to complete me, even if it might be temporary. He pulled me closer as my hand searched for his hair, pulling me closer to the temptation. He left my lips, trailing his tongue up to my ears. He nibbled on causing a whimper to escape my lips.

Like a faint murmur carried on the wind, temptation whispers to them, offering glimpses of forbidden pleasures and the unknown. For Dr. Claire Holloway, the whispers are not only external but internal, a manifestation of her own suppressed longings. The story matches the title as it delves into the quiet yet persistent calls of desire that both Claire and her enigmatic client, Aiden James, must confront. Their journey is one of exploration, where the whispers of temptation lead them into uncharted territories of the psyche and the heart.

He sucked, bit and nibbled the sensitive bud of my breast. When he got enough of it his lips then traveled to my navel and licked the purity of my skin, I pushed himself down, lower until his head was already in between my parted legs. I looked at him with heavy breaths, making him look at me too, he looked dazzled by the sight of it. He blew a weak breath to my center before his soft and luscious lips touched my finally aching pearl. He lapped and needed me, taking me to heaven with his sinful tongue.

What's happening to me? I pressed my fingers against my temples as I tried to understand the confusing emotions filling my heart. One thing was still clear. I loved Alex. I really loved him with all my heart. But the way I was acting worried me. Trying to make him jealous. Using Richard to get a reaction from him. Kissing him on the balcony when someone could have seen us and exposed everything. Was I now that desperate for his attention? "Mrs. Anderson?" The designer's voice brought me back to reality.