The Silent Force Within Temptation Novels & Stories

Within the Chamber of Temptations, the countless beautiful women from before had transformed into ruthless killers in a matter of seconds, but the smiles on their faces remained. The spiritual blades in their hands swung at Wilbur viciously. The crumbling palace lit up with spiritual flames, hurtling toward Wilbur. Countless arms reached up from the ground, wrapping themselves around Wilbur's legs in an attempt to hold him down. Sabrina smiled again, her lustful charm coming off her in waves. Images of Wilbur in countless unthinkably filthy positions with the women filled his mind, stimulating all his senses.

The doorbell rang and she could hear Matteo talk to the delivery boy. The sound of his deep voice made her heart skip a beat. She knew she was attracted to him, an attraction she never felt for any man before, but should she give in to the temptation? No. After all, he didn’t belong to her world. This attraction had no future since she knew how recklessly he lived. This would be akin to committing suicide.

I slammed into her harder and I felt her body react. I leaned over, wrapping an arm around her. My other hand went to her clit and I began to rub relentlessly with each thrust. "I want to hear you scream my name, Sophia." I demanded. She couldn't focus on much while my body was pressed against her, and my fingers worked her clit. "Oh, god...Adam...yes..." She screamed. I didn't slow down, I continued harder as another climax exploded inside her. "Shit, I'm...oh, god...ADAM!" She could barely make a coherent thought, nevertheless a coherent sentence.

"You're not even tempted?" My silence was my answer. Still, she continued, her words weaving a sensual spell. But I was immune. For now, I endured her advances. Until she exhausted herself. Or realized the futility of her pursuit. Amber's hands finally stilled, and she sighed. "I can't force you to do what you don't want." I thought she'd finally given up, but then she whispered, "I can tempt you." I sighed in frustration, my patience worn thin.

The Man who can't even understand his chaotic temptations towards her, how will He pronounce them in words? Viso blinked hearing her foreign words. Nobody has ever said this to her. Nobody listened to him, except for her. She used to listen to him a lot. But she is gone, forever. Isabel was like her, Sweet and calm. A current ran through his body and Viso removed her hands from his face and looked away from her. He took a few deep breaths, to end the darkness that crept in his mind which pushed him not to go there.

Guilt gnawed at him as he replayed the moment in his mind, grappling with the realization of his vulnerability in the face of temptation. As he reached the sanctuary of the church, Henry sank to his knees before the altar, seeking solace in prayer. But even in the sacred stillness of the holy place, he found no refuge from the turmoil raging within him. His heart weighed heavy with remorse and confusion, torn between his duty as a priest and the forbidden desires that now threatened to consume him.

“Of getting caught by a professor in this room? Hell yes.” She reached out, looping her fingers into the waistband of my jeans. “Then we better be quick.” God help me I caved. I always did when it came to her. The thrill of it, the madness of not knowing who we were when the world wasn’t watching, was addictive. She turned everything forbidden into temptation. Into necessity. She pulled me down and kissed me hard, her back hitting the cushions as I hovered over her, our mouths colliding in that frantic, dangerous way that only existed between us.

It was the smile that goaded her even as her insides were melting like hot treacle. Daringly her slender fingers inched around his hip and touched the long velvet shaft, and she heard him groan. "Why wait?" she prompted breathlessly, her blue eyes widening to blaze with a need and knowledge as old as Eve. "We can always do it again." Matt was not made of stone, though at that moment he was as hard as any rock. He caught her hand and lifted it up to his chest, though it nearly killed him to do so. Damn, but she was a temptress, and she was right.

She could feel her lower area getting moist and her legs getting weak. "I may be one hell of a womanizer but I have laid down rules that I never break." He whispered, his breath fanning against her neck. "I promised myself never to lay my hands on a woman and till date, I've lived up to my word. No matter how aroused I am, I would never force myself on a woman. I've never even needed to because they are always the ones forcing themselves on me and lastly, I don't mix business with pleasure but it seems you are going to make me break that rule." He said with a husky voice as he looked deeply into Arianna's eyes.

The sermon I had prepared vanished. "Temptation is not a silent whisper," I began, my voice lower than usual. "It is a loud noise in a quiet room." I stared into space for a moment, my thoughts wandering. "It is the memory of a touch that makes the skin on your arms crawl even in the presence of the Holy Spirit. It is the scent of vanilla in a room full of incense." I gripped the edges of the wooden lectern until my knuckles turned white. The congregation was so silent you could hear a pin drop.