The Temptation Novels & Stories

He lowered himself to be face to face with her as she took in a sharp breath. "You are mine." He said using his alpha tone. Emma didn't know why but his voice commanded her to submit to him. But she was sane. "I-it's f-forbidden." She mumbled while peeking at him through her thick black lashes, afraid. "A sinful temptation." He rasped with dark intense emotion dancing in his forest hues.

She started but stopped looking into his needy pleading eyes. He leaned down to capture her lips again and this time, she couldn't resist the temptation. The temptation of the devil. No matter how hard you try to run away, you will always find yourself at the starting point again. It was the trap of the devil, which made us believe that we have managed to run far away. But the moment he decides to bring us back from this illusion, we break out of it in just a snap of his fingers.

If Carla were here, I'd bend her over and do her right here, with the warm water raining down our bodies. A crazy thought of course. Because . . . well, she's on the do-not-touch list. My right-hand palms my throbbing dick. A wave of guilt washes over me. Can't whack one off to Carla. Can't go there. I have no business wanting her. She's my best friend's little sister. That makes her forbidden. I can't do this. But I feel myself slipping. I'm losing this battle. Moving on its own accord, my hand clasps around my dick again. My eyes drift shut, and I give into the temptation of fucking Carla.

I whispered, “you were hard the entire time I was talking, weren’t you? I could hear it in your voice. You were imagining bending me over your desk and fucking the sin out of me.” He took a step back, hitting the edge of his desk. “Angela, stop,” he growled, but his eyes dropped to my breasts for a split second. “This is temptation. The devil is using you to test me. You need to go home. Pray. Ask for forgiveness.” I smiled sweetly and took another step forward. “I don’t want forgiveness, Father. I want you to ruin me. I want you to lift my dress, shove your holy cock inside my tight little pussy, and fuck me until I scream ‘Oh God!’ for real reasons.”

The problem was her. The way she leaned closer when she did not understand something, her hair falling to her face. And then… that nightie. I closed my eyes for a moment and breathed out. I never knew nighties could look so seductive. It looked quite simple on her but the way it had fitted her so well, I just couldn't take my eyes off her. It was so distracting. I had taken a break halfway through. I had made an excuse about needing to take a call. But really, I'd just needed distance.

I must put an end to this. I stood up and stepped backwards, turning away from her. “Nic…” “Don't ever in your life, Maeve pull this again.” I warned, voice stern. I have been repeating the same pattern but I'm really ending it now. I have to control myself. I wouldn't let Maeve have this much effect on me. This effect could ruin everything. I started walking away before I would get caught in the temptation again. “What about breakfast?” she asked, her voice soft and quieter this time. “I have lost my appetite”

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.

Cameroon - “Lord Jesus, deliver this boy from the clutches of temptation,” she intoned, her voice rising in dramatic fervor. “Cleanse his soul and restore his path!” Evans blinked, looking more amused than alarmed, though he wisely said nothing. I rolled my eyes so hard it was a miracle I didn’t sprain something. “Mom, he’s not possessed. He’s just here for the wedding and food." "Food?" she repeated, narrowing her eyes at me. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

Dad said it would be for the betterment of the future—future my ass. “Thank you amigo!” I gulped down the content of the glass that Levi prepared. I didn’t ask him what it was, yet whatever it was in there was really strong. Been a Saturday, The Den was filled to the brim with people. Mostly business owners, I guess it was the only place one could go and not be bothered. A half-naked lady was dancing on the pole. She was so sensual that all the men seated in here wanted her, but I had eyes on her. The drinks weren’t effective it seemed, I needed something much more stronger.

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