The Temptation Novels & Stories

“Brea, I’m trying to do the right thing. When you look at me with those pleading eyes… And, fuck, your plump, pink mouth is so close, all I can think of are the indecent things I’m dying to do to it.” Probably the same things she’d secretly wanted him to do. Her ache tightened. “What is this connection between us? I don’t understand.” “Fuck if I know. I’ve never felt anything like it.” She hadn’t imagined a yearning this strong was possible. It was bigger than her, and every time she tried to ignore it, the desire only grew. Must be why folks call it temptation… Brea searched his face, fighting her own impulse to touch him. And the fire in his black stare told her he knew it.

The heat of Adrian’s palm seeped through his silk velvet jacket, grounding him instantly. "He hasn't taken his eyes off you for ten minutes," Adrian murmured near Dax’s ear, his tone laced with dark satisfaction. "He looks like a starving man watching a banquet through a window." Dax took a slow sip of his bourbon, leaning back into Adrian’s touch just enough to signal intimacy to anyone watching. "He’s confused," Dax replied in his low, velvety voice, not looking back. "He’s trying to reconcile the corpse he thinks he made with the man standing in front of him."

"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."

No mixing business with anything that had a pulse and a paycheck I signed. But right now — seeing the same woman who’d pulled something wild and starving out of me — standing in front of me, desperate, trembling, asking for the one thing my body had always craved? That was a temptation straight from hell that even the finest of God's angels would fall for without looking back. I tried to turn her down. I fucking did. That should have been the end of it.

I never look back, but his offer was very enticing the kind of enticing that you would not let go. “ do not keep me waiting then I know you want to. I know you want me to let you search yourself. Let me show you how.,” he whispers through the thick wooden barricades. “ let me show you how lonely you’ve been let me take away the loneliness you feel just let me,” he whispers one more. If temptation is what they teaches then this is the exact temptation I had made the exact one written in the Bible, the exact one that you cannot walk away from.

I stand before them, Bible open, hands gripping the wood of the pulpit. And there, it all derails. I should speak of charity, of mercy, as planned. But the words get stuck. Instead, another truth, burning, imposes itself. I look up, meet her gaze. And I speak. — Brothers and sisters… There are temptations so insidious they seem to come from God Himself. A ripple runs through the congregation. — They do not present themselves as evil. No. They take on beauty, softness… They slip into our lives in luminous guise, until, without even realizing it, we are consumed.

“You’re not that scary, Cali.” Don't look at the lower part of his body. Resist temptation. He chuckled. “Am I? Do I tempt you right now, Pumpkin?” he asked while his eyes fluttered. I gulped and pretended as if nothing was going on inside my body. “Shut up, Cali. You're only drunk.”

Her eyes widened. "Oh... Um... I'm really sorry if that's the impression I gave to you. The truth is, I have been craving sex with you for a while now. I wanted you so bad but I was so pretentious... and I got so frustrated. And my current state doesn't help matters. My hormones are all over the place and I admit, I might have gotten selfish there for a second." "No need to pretend again, baby. You can have me whenever you want. I'm 100% yours."

He whispers with a sultry voice, unbothered by her response as he bridges the gap between them. Mildred's emotions churn inside her like a storm threatening to break loose. She longed for him inside her, to fulfill all the promises he whispered. Mildred feels her defenses weakening. His words, despite their emptiness, held a seductive power over her. Her heart races, pounding against her chest as she struggles to resist his advances. A part of her aches to give in, to surrender to the tantalizing allure of his touch. But another part, the rational part, reminds her of the consequences of allowing herself to be played by Nelson's charms.

It slipped even more when he opened his mouth and left wet kisses on my neck, swirling his tongue in a circle on each spot he kissed. “Tell me you dont want this, Laura.” He said intro my neck as he continued his assault. “Say it again and maybe I’ll believe you this time.” “I—” I hissed in both pain and pleasure when he bit softly on my pulse point, and then moaned in pleasure when he licked on the spot, kissing it and soothing the pain. God, he was such an asshole. How could she resist him when he fought so dirty? “Invite me into your room, Laura.” He whispered, the words soft and full of temptation. He sounded a lot like the devil in that moment, she wanted to open her eyes just to see if