The Temptations Silent Night Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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."

I slid my fingers down, slicking them in my own wetness, and began to slowly caress my cl*t right in front of his eyes. "I'm so fucking hot for you, Father," I groaned, arching my back and shuddering as my thumb circled my cl*t. "And I'm all yours. I'm your little sinner, and this p*ssy is the altar you need to worship today. Come on, Father. Give in to the temptation. Put your holy tongue right here and clean me up." He let out a tortured breath, his knees visibly trembling. He looked trapped between heaven and hell, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t.

But the moment my tongue meets the spoon, I realize just how suggestive and inappropriate that was. My face burns with embarrassment as I look up. To my surprise, Mr. Kim is staring at me, eyes wide and frozen like someone zapped him with a jolt of electricity. The silence stretches on until a young guy clears his throat----- "I'm home, Dad!" To be continued

But as sleep claims me, his face swims in the darkness—green eyes, scarred hands, voice like sin. Restless dreams follow. A figure in black, approaching through mist. Hands reaching, not to bless, but to claim. I wake gasping, sheets damp with sweat, the ache deeper now. Obsession? No, just curiosity. Temptation? Perhaps. But power... whose? His, or the one stirring in me? The bell tolls midnight. I kneel by my bed, whispering Hail Marys. Full of grace. But grace feels far away tonight, replaced by something darker, intimate, charging the air like thunder waiting to break.

Dustin leaned into my ear and whispered seductively, “The punishment is that you cannot cum.” My eyes widened, “But,” He cut me off, “No buts, you are going to take it like the good girl you are and then you’ll get the reward. Do you understand me?” I nodded, trying to keep myself from releasing onto his fingers. I knew he could feel my frustration, and I honestly think he enjoyed seeing me suffer.

His voice shocked me back to reality, my entire body vibrating with terror. I steeled my nerves. “What do you want?” His laugh cut into my chest and burned up through my throat as bile. “Oh Genna, isn’t that obvious? I want you.” “You can’t have me.” The words slipped out on a hiss that I wasn’t expecting, but they didn’t seem to faze him one bit. “Oh dear, I already have you. Even if that big oaf of a man thinks he can touch you whenever he wants, the truth is, you’ve always been mine. You’ll see soon enough.”

Serving him his glass, I looked over at him. He had shining deep blackish eyes that spoke depth and darkness lik an ocean at night. His beautifully scary eyes caught me off guard. He was wearing a white shirt with his first few buttons undone, it was almost see-through as I could clearly see his entire hard-muscled body tattooed. All inked up till his neck. He had well-set raven black hair with each and every strand positioned backward, leaving a couple of them on his temple. Hot. He sat there as if he owned everything. With that aura of his screaming ‘fricking danger’, it was crystal clear he wasn’t one of these lusty old heads. Despite that, he was attractively handsome and seducingly hott

If thinking like this means going to hell, then I would gladly accept the offer, if it means to be with him and in his arms, with my legs and hands wrapped around him while he sucked the life out of me and devoured me whole. Such a sinful thought and I'm falling for the temptations that my body is craving for, and I don't want to fight with that 'Falling Temptations'. I want to be engulfed in it. He then moved his hand that was holding my head to roam around my neck, moving down to my bare back before taking a turn towards my shoulder and at that moment, I wished that there was no towel that would stop his hands tracing my body. I wished he would rip that towel off my body even though my san

the girl scolded, still closing her eyes and sleeping without changing position, still leaning on the window. “Shut up? Okay, I will do,” the person who was called as Rock said then turned on the radio in the car. “Breaking news, a runaway pri…….” Before the news can be heard, a hand shut off the radio. “Why the hell are you turning on the radio? I am sleeping, and by God let me sleep; I will pay extra for you to stop bugging me,” The girl snapped. “Okay, okay, I will stop.” With that, Rock stopped his antics as his eyes lit up on extra money.

The soon-to-be family of five talked more about the baby and the girls were very excited to know that they would be traveling the next day to celebrate the existence of their baby sibling. The End! Thank you all for reading TEMPTRESS! I hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. I hope to see you in my new story but for the meantime, please feel free to check out my other stories on this app. Thank you!