Unholy Temptation - Driven By Desire Novels & Stories

She asked but she got no reply or saw anybody around. Zoe decided to check his room when she found him on his bed. Zoe couldn't hold her tears as she ran to his bed and hugged him, "What are you doing here, Zoe? Aren't you supposed to be at prom?" He asked but Zoe hugged him with tears still finding their way out of her eyes. "I'm sorry Alex! I hate myself for ignoring you all this month. I have hated myself for holding what I feel for you for this long. The undeniable temptation to choose you is just too crazy." Zoe said as she hugged him tighter.

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 a human who got preyed on by ea

I gulped the whole time watching him do that. ‘Push him away…’ I could hear my own thoughts screaming at me, shouting to stop this stupidity, but my body was betraying me when I parted my legs even wider, exposing my undergarment after my dress lifted a little higher and Ezekiel licked that part he left his mark on. I felt uncomfortable when his other hand was about to reach for that part in between my legs and just before I could completely lose myself with temptation again, I pulled myself back and I hurriedly stood up.

Victoria Morgan couldn't stop herself from replaying the video that Nelson had sent to her earlier that day. Despite her best efforts to resist, she found herself drawn to the forbidden pleasure it evoked—a pleasure that even her husband failed to provide. As she watched the video for the umpteenth time, she couldn't help but envy Mildred. She envied the intensity of Mildred's passion, the reckless abandon with which she gave herself over to desire. And as she watched, a voice inside her whispered, "Why not you?"

~Maya~ “Daddy,” I whispered, and it came out like a prayer—no, not a sweet little bedtime one, but a desperate, shaking, sinful kind of prayer. One that belonged in a church with the roof caving in. My throat was raw from begging. My lips were swollen from sucking. My whole body was wrecked, but I still said it again. “Please. I want her to see. I want her to see how I moan for you. How I cream for you. How I take it over and over until my legs stop working and I forget my fucking name. I want her to see what it means to be yours.”

Their tongues tangled, sloppy and desperate. Jace let out a choked moan, his body trembling against the wall as Elias drove him higher, further, until every thought burned away in a haze of pleasure and need. Minutes blurred into eternity, each second stretched tight with the fear of discovery and the thrill of surrender. When it finally broke, when jace was about to reach his peak, he clung to Elias like he was the only thing holding him together. The world spun, his knees weak, his lungs gasping for air that never seemed enough. Jace came and elias followed after...inside him.

To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy. Which is when blinding clarity finally descends like a lead weight to my skull, nearly staggering me in its abrupt finality. This has gone altogether too far into the abyss. If there is any hope of extracting my pristine soul from the maw of this madness, I must needs confront the matter head on. The source of this disease must be cut fully from my boundless potential, by any means required. Even if that prescribed remedy defies every principal of decency and honor I've sworn my noble sport upon. Luca was correct - much as it galls me to admit.

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.

Unconsciously, I licked my dry lips, a reflexive response to the overwhelming sensations that coursed through my body. Zander's eyes darkened further, mirroring the depths of his desire. It was a moment charged with longing, our bodies and souls yearning for something forbidden. The heavy air crackled with anticipation, and I couldn't deny the magnetic pull drawing us toward the sinful path. The desires and the unspoken words hung in the air, creating an undeniable tension that I couldn't resist.

Every thrust made my body shake. His heavy balls slapped against my clit. My juices ran down my thighs. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back while fucking me. His other hand reached around and rubbed my clit fast. “You like that?” he growled in my ear. “You like your stepbrother’s cock stretching this pussy?” “Yes… fuck yes,” I moaned. The taboo words made me even wetter. He fucked me faster. The kitchen filled with the sound of his skin slapping against mine and my loud, shameless moans.