Tragic Temptress Novels & Stories

The urge to grab her tempts me, but I struggle to control myself, wanting to enjoy the woman dancing in my lap. I lean back, watching her. Her breasts are in my face, only covered in those tiny straps. I can see the pink skin around her nipple teasingly showing from behind the straps. Her arms wrap loosely around my neck, and she bends down, kissing my ear fleetingly before she runs her tongue down the centre of my neck. A groan escapes me as she grinds against my crotch. Fuck, she’s a temptress… I’m about to move my hands onto her body when she pins them back. “Easy there, handsome.” She whispers. “Not until I say so.”

Wet hair framed his allure, awakening a stirring feeling within her. In that captivating moment, Cassie felt a mix of emotions. How could a regular guy look so stunning? But his icy eyes had a mysterious depth that fascinated and unsettled her. The temptation was real, challenging her determination. Almost succumbing to the allure, Cassie found solace in a whispered prayer—' Holy Ghost fire' repeated three times, a plea to restore composure. Frustration colored her thoughts; this man, an irresistible temptation, seemed to defy restraint. The realization lingered—She wouldn't face judgment if she gave in to the temptation and let herself be wrapped in his hug.

I gently kissed his neck as he stroked my hair. “The Demon Lust is a beautiful creature disguised as a woman,” he whispered with a small smile on his lips. I smiled. “Well then if I’m possessed by demons perhaps you should exorcise them by driving the lust from my body. Perhaps by satiating its need?” He chuckled. “Temptress.” “Save me from my lust.” My eyes met his and held them. His hands caressed my breasts and he leaned into me, kissing me deeply, his tongue fighting with mine.

"Because you only understand desire. But humans, and spirits, have more than that." With their combined strength, Siron’s weave-light added to the energy of the saved victims, they struck the Temptress. This time, it wasn't a physical blow, but an attack of truth. The Temptress shrieked. Maya’s form in the dream world shattered, and the purple mist was forced out. But before vanishing, her voice whispered: "This isn't over... I will return... with desires far darker..." The mist vanished. The dream room began to collapse.

"I appreciate your concern, but I'm not sure it's your place to tell me what I should or shouldn't do. I know exactly what I'm getting into." Louis scoffed again. "I didn't want to say this but you should know that Emily is a gold-digger, always has been. You're just blinded by your feelings. Think about all the times she lied to me. Well, you may not have known, but she's manipulative. Do you really want to go through that?" Do I turn authoritative? I was having so much fun entertaining him that I didn't want it to end soon. He must've reveled in the thought that he was getting to me, but that was a contradiction.

“Of getting caught by a professor in this room? Hell yes.” She reached out, looping her fingers into the waistband of my jeans. “Then we better be quick.” God help me I caved. I always did when it came to her. The thrill of it, the madness of not knowing who we were when the world wasn’t watching, was addictive. She turned everything forbidden into temptation. Into necessity. She pulled me down and kissed me hard, her back hitting the cushions as I hovered over her, our mouths colliding in that frantic, dangerous way that only existed between us.

So hot, that he felt he made a mistake by coming and prayed all along to resist this temptation. “ Come in Nathan. I guess you must be tired. Here's some wine to soothe your nerves.” She spoke seductively and poured them some wine. The mood was set; the bottle of wine, the lit candles and the rose petals arranged carefully on the bed. He was sure she had all this done beforehand. She was a calculating bitch, she knew he would fall for her trap. It was too late, he was caught in her web already.

But if that’s how God has written my fate I’ve no choice but to accept it no matter what. Getting up somehow, I managed to walk over to the small bathroom attached to the basement. Freshening up, I changed into a plunging chest cut, sew wrap metallic dress with black high heels. Sikha returned and did my makeup. She hid my cut marks under the foundation cream. In spite of this, I looked beautiful and sexy in the hand mirror she brought. The hunters wouldn't show mercy to me because I was just pretty prey to them.

She yelped in shock and attempted to wriggle free of his grip but his hold on her was too strong. She grunted in annoyance and glared at her pointedly. "You fucking asshole! You have no idea who you are messing with!" she squealed as she struggled again with all of her might but she was no match for him. Damn it! His lewd smile curled up at the corner of his lips. "You are all talk aren't you?" He scorned her. "What do you guys want from me huh!?" Janice cried. "You know what, angel? give us money and all your expensive jewelry."