The Temptation Novels & Stories

His left hand held my hair taut in his hands and his other hand continued moving sensually along my body, not giving me reprieve, just increasing the lust I felt. “Please? What exactly are you begging for Angel?” He asked his right hand now moving to my nipple, rubbing it sensually from atop the flimsy shirt I wore “Oh God, I need you to ease the ache, please, please I need it” “How bad?” He asked, kneeling before me, successfully caging me in. “Very bad, please Alex, please” I cried as he continued rubbing and pinching my already pebbled nipple. “Since you asked so nicely, I guess I can take you out of your misery, spread your legs Lois” he whispered into my ear.

His voice pulled me back, low and patient. I blushed, shifting in my seat. “Yes, Pastor. I… I was just thinking about the verse on temptation.” He studied me for a long moment, those kind eyes darkening slightly. “Temptation is a powerful thing, isn’t it? It creeps in when we least expect it and makes us question everything we believe we should resist.” My breath caught. The air between us suddenly felt charged, thick with something unspoken. I uncrossed my legs slowly, letting my skirt ride just a little higher on my thighs. “It does,” I whispered. “Sometimes the more we try to fight it, the stronger it becomes.”

“Confidence comes with experience. And… a little temptation.” My pulse spiked. Temptation. That word hung heavy in the air, charged and electric. I shouldn’t be thinking about it. I shouldn’t be feeling the heat creeping along my spine, curling into my stomach, making my fingers clench the armrest. But I couldn’t help it. Not with her here, so close, so dangerous.

he stammers, his gaze shifting between me and the temptress. I grab the remote, muting the TV, as I watch him fidget. “Oh, her?” I say casually, my lips quirking up in amusement. “I was feeling hungry for a midnight snack, but now I want to see if you can resist temptation.” "What temptation?" he asks, his voice cracking, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.

He followed up by adjusting the comforter upward. With a swallow, he found himself silently praying and hoping to resist the desire he felt for the tempting food in front of him. "Lord, keep me away from temptation, help me resist the longing I feel for this beautiful woman in front of me!" he prayed. "I hope I won't succumb to the heat right now. I don't want to sin, especially with this woman who's willing to help me in every way." He closed his eyes while removing the woman's clothes, swiftly rolling them up to her neck and hastily covering her chest with the blanket. He involuntarily swallowed repeatedly.

Levi raised an eyebrow, "If they felt guilty, they would have stopped." Listening to Levi's answer, Bella chuckled softly, shaking her head. “You are wrong, although I am not a psychologist, I think the two of them at some moment or moment really felt guilty and sorry towards me. But they cannot overcome the exciting temptation of adultery.” “The temptation of adultery?” Levi softly repeated her words.

How could I resist the pull, the yearning deep within the yearn? And so, we kissed. I didn't remember who had exactly started it because my mind went automatically hazy. Longing for that simple touch which was going to set my heart ablaze, there was no other option than to submit to the temptation. She gave me a kiss which was both sweet and tender. Like a pair of butterflies flattering their wings in perfect harmony. The tingling sensation which ran through me like a jolt of electricity was hard to describe or comprehend. That kiss was beautiful with a slight touch of tongues, yet cruel in various details. We were both lost in forbidden love, in the love we c

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.

He’s barely done anything to me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My voice was more of a quiver, and I wanted to yell at myself. The man’s demeanor shifted within a split second. His smile dropped and his brow tightened. “Don’t make a fool out of me, Genna. I see the way he looks at you. The way you shake your luscious breasts in front of him. But it’s only me who will get to see all that you have to offer. Who will claim you for myself.”