Tempting The Devil Novels & Stories

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.

His closeness always affects me so that I want to drown in it but a devil-like him can't confuse my soul This is my chance to save Thomas from the clutches of devil

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

His hands moved across my body caressing my breasts, waist, and thighs… There was something terrifying in his gaze, he looked like a devil who was trying to devour me. He acted feverishly, without any gentleness, but I shamelessly submitted to whatever he wanted to do with me giving back his caressing and kisses. He forcefully torn the top of my dress along the neckline revealing my naked chest and began fondling and squeezing my breasts. Then he slid lower and started playing around my chest with his tongue, and gently biting my nipples. At the same time his hands went down my thighs ripping off my underwear. Then he started to stroke my inner thighs reaching deep inside me with his fingers

I'd come here resolved to not play Santiago's games, yet here I was, caught in his trap like prey. His gaze suddenly dropped to my mouth and the world around us seemed to crawl to a stand still. I knew what was coming even without him saying a word. Reflexively, my tongue dragged over my lower lip, anticipating the press of his mouth to mine. My lashes fluttered close, heart thumping like drums at a carnival. I was drunk on want, drunk on him. And it had been so long since I had this. "Nina_" he whispered. "Please." I murmured.

He's trying hard not to open his mouth because the moment Khana's tongue enters, there's no assurance he can silence his desire to kiss back. However, she is more tempting than he could imagine. Her hands slowly crawled to his chest which brought a shiver to his whole being. Meanwhile, Khana is earnestly praying that the guy he is kissing will fall into her antics. She wished he'd kiss back. She's doing her best to tempt the priest, shamelessly committing a sin. She is crazy enough to go against the world just to have the love of her life. She can feel loud drums lying in Henry's chest. He is breathing hard while trying to resist the temptation, but he is just a human who got preyed on by ea

I can't deny that fact. "I don't recall s-such an absurd deal." I lied through my teeth. I knew he was right. I do remember agreeing to something like that, but just like now, I wasn't in the right state of mind. There was this urge...the urge to kiss him till he drops...and another urge to trail my eyes down to his lower region and then drink in the delicious sight of him. The devil called 'temptation' was certainly at it's full power at the moment so of course a mere sex-addict like me could barely resist. One couldn't be blamed for giving in when set against someone like Kasan.

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

Abi said, “is not the question you ask unless you already know the answer.” Clara closed her eyes. “I don’t,” she replied. “That’s the problem.” Silence stretched, familiar and safe. “Repeat it,” Abi urged gently. “But say it honestly.” Clara leaned her hip against the counter. “Why,” she said quietly, “am I so drawn to Adrian Vale when everything about him complicates my life?” There it was. Not a strategy. Not optics. Not power, but truth. By the time Clara ended the call, the kettle had gone cold.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓