This Tempting Madness Novels & Stories

"Just say yes." The idea makes my whole body tighten with longing. Run away with Andrew. Leave everything behind and just... disappear. It sounds like heaven and hell all at once. "You can't say ridiculous things like that and expect me to give you an answer," I say, trying to pull away from his touch. But he catches my waist and pulls me back against him. I can feel the heat of his body, smell his cologne, and for a moment I want to give in completely. "Can't I even dream?" he says with a small smile. "Am I not allowed that much?"

It detonates in my veins like endless fireworks, bursting in colors across my vision, making me tremble uncontrollably, my limbs jerking, my body locked in rigid convulsions. My milk coats him, slick and hot, making his thrusts even more obscene, more slippery, more relentless. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t care that I’m unraveling, doesn’t care that I might break. His pace is merciless, still pounding, still slamming, driving me further into madness. The filthy, wet SLAP of our skins grows louder, sloppier, every stroke drenched with my release, amplifying the obscene music of flesh and lust. “Ohhh—God—ahhh—please!” My voice cracks, broken with desperation, my moans slurring as my mind fractures

It seemed as though a certain big devil hadn't received an haircut in the last six months. He simply looked like a beautiful little girl with the colourful ribbons bonding his hair together in a man bun. Cinderella's throat ran dry. What kind of wicked temptation was this? She was here to kill him then why was he seducing her? This mad man! She was so distracted, She even collided with a table filled with drinks. " I'm sorry! " " Watch the hell where you go, Motherfvcker! " The sound seemed to attract the big devil. He raised his head, looked in her direction and met eyes with her.

She didn't know what to do, next, she stopped, took a step back, and asked confusedly, "why does it feel different from the one before?" She just said the most seducing words and did the most seducing things with her clean and pure eyes. The unconscious temptation is the deadliest. "You are so beautiful." His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were sincere. He could not longer hold back the broiling desire in him. It was driving him crazy. He leaned his body forward to kiss her.

"Imagine my teeth closing around your delicate skin and my tongue flicking against it until you're trembling in my hands." I'm trembling now, even though I've touched nothing but my breast. Before meeting Orlando, I never thought I'd be into anything like phone sex - it just seemed so awkward and impersonal - but this, right here, is hands down the hottest thing I've ever done. And we've hardly started. I'm going to be half-mad by the end of this. "Don't worry," he tells me, as if he can read my thoughts. "I won't torture you for long. In fact, I'd like you to stop touching your breast, now. Let your hand slide down your body."

And through it all, one thing had been driving me close to a kind of madness I didn’t like admitting to. Not fear. Not even rage. Longing. The kind that sat behind your ribs and made your chest ache, the kind that made you reach for your phone too often, stare at missed calls too long, replay words you’d said to a woman until you started hearing them in your sleep. Cassandra. Cassy. And now Richard, Richard of all people, had just handed me a direct line to her. The gesture was so unexpected it almost looked like mercy. Or resignation. Or both.

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.

I was getting turned on by the way she was dancing seductively. It seemed that she wanted to make me want her. Rhythmic twists of her shoulders and supple swing of her hips were a deliberate invitation. " I missed you, Sujoy. Would you like to come with me? " She asked seductively in my ear. I was tempted to take the offer. The drinks were having their effect on me and the decision was taken out of my hands when she pressed her body into mine once again. I couldn't say no and went with her.

I rasped, brushing my thumb against her lips, just imagining what it would be like to taste her. The sweetest fucking sin. My pants were feeling far too fucking tight, as my erection grew harder and harder against the fabric. Just looking at her was enough to drive me fucking crazy. Making me feel like I was losing all of the sanity left inside of me. “I know that you want me. I can feel the way your body trembles underneath my touch, the way your skin burns. The way you react to me just speaking to you. I know this is what you’ve been fucking craving for. I can feel it.”

"I can feel the Ruin getting bigger. It wants to eat the moon. It wants to eat you." "Then let it," Ash said, his voice dropping to a low, hypnotic register. "If you have to consume me to stay sane, do it. I’d rather be a part of your darkness than a stranger in your light." The witches began the final phase of the siphon. The air in the temple became a vacuum, the pressure mounting until the obsidian pillars began to groan and crack. The Blood Moon turned a bruised purple, and the silver chains began to glow with a blinding, white-hot intensity.