Within Temptation Bleed Out Novels & Stories

LENA POV My stomach bottomed out. The second my eyes dropped, I saw it — the neckline of my tank had slipped wide open, buttons undone, one whole breast practically spilling out. The thin fabric clung damp to my skin from running up and down the stairs, and the hard peak of my nipple was right there, obvious, exposed. That’s what he’d been looking at. I fumbled, yanking the fabric together with a hiss, but it was too late. His gaze had already devoured me. His hand, still clutching the towel, flexed once, like he was fighting to keep it steady.

Damon lifted me effortlessly, one arm under my knees, the other supporting my back, pulling me close, holding me tight against the rhythm of his pounding heart. I could feel the steady thud of it, powerful and real, as if it might anchor me in the midst of my chaos. My head dropped weakly against his chest, and I could smell him—sharp, clean, achingly familiar. I had no strength left to fight the pull of the fog in my mind. The pain, the blood—it was all too much. Somewhere, buried deep beneath my panic, I realized with horror: I was bleeding all over his shirt. The crimson streaks marking his perfectly expensive fabric—ruining the pristine world he worked so hard to maintain. Ruining him wi

Then Liam set his beer down and clapped his big hands once. “Alright, enough fucking around. Time for The Temptation Trials. Spinner in the middle, three decks—Icebreaker, Touch & Tease, No Limits. Starts light, gets nasty. You in, Ethan?” I nodded, my throat dry. “Yeah.” We sat in a loose circle, me right on Liam’s left like he’d made sure of it. The first few spins were Round 1, Icebreaker stuff, light but already pushing. Spinner landed on Ryan first. He drew and read out loud, grinning.

The emptiness wins. I nod slowly. My voice comes out shaky. “I’ve wanted this for years. Since I first heard you moan my name through the wall at night. I touched myself thinking about you. I need this. I need you inside me.” My confession seems to break him. His eyes darken. He grabs my ankles. He raises both my legs high. He folds them toward my chest. The position leaves me completely open. Exposed. It feels embarrassing. Humiliating. But the vulnerability turns me on even more.

he murmured, voice a whisper, “or temptation?” Kaelin’s fingers trembled as she set the reports aside. Her gaze met his, dark, unwavering, magnetic. The memory of last night’s intimacy pulsed between them like a hidden flame. Desire lingered, subtle but insistent, threading through every word, every glance, every movement. And yet, nothing crossed the line tonight. Nothing more than that near touch, that quiet acknowledgment, that shared awareness that rules could be bent—but only carefully. ⸻ The chapter closes with Kaelin alone, reviewing maps and intelligence, aware that the palace is no longer safe, that Riven’s presence is both a comfort and a temptation, and that their forbidden tensio

The air smelled faintly of chalk and old varnish, a scent I’d come to associate with the sound of his voice. He was already at the podium when I arrived, sleeves rolled, tie loosened just enough to look careless. He never looked careless. “Today,” he said, “we examine the nature of temptation as described in the Epistle of James. ‘Each one is tempted when, by his own desire, he is dragged away and enticed.’ Notice desire itself is not the sin. The surrender to it is.” He let the words settle. Then his eyes lifted, searching the room. For a heartbeat, they found mine.

The other unknown, her veil slipping back as pale throat arched, mouth opening against Kate’s in a fevered, silent cry. The sight rooted me to the threshold. My breath caught, my body turned to stone. I should flee, slam the door, pretend blindness. But I could not. I could not. Heat flooded my veins, scorching as shame and wonder tangled in my chest. My heart beat like thunder, my soul screamed with warnings, and yet—yet I could not tear my eyes away. Was this temptation sent to destroy me? Or revelation meant to awaken some truth buried in the marrow of my being?

Her pussy throbbed, swollen and wet, begging for more. Clara lowered her head until her forehead touched the cold floor. “Take this temptation from me… purify me… I don’t want to feel this anymore… I don’t want to be a sinner…” The words grew weaker and weaker. Tears soaked the floor. Her body, however, betrayed everything. Her heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly, her hard nipples rubbing against the fabric of her habit. Her panties were soaked again. She didn’t hear the footsteps.

Why did such things happen to her? She walked out in a daze, eager to get away from the dangerous temptation, leaning against his door and watching her go with hooded eyes. “I’ll join you in a while!” he said as she disappeared into the elevator. Amelia walked down towards the body shop, her ears flaming with embarrassment. If only she didn’t have to meet the man again! How would she face him?

Clem said as she finally took his whole length in. She began to fellate him, bopping her head up and down as he thrust his hard shaft down her throat. She started crying, praying that someone should walk right in and save her from this son of the devil. After a short while, he ordered her to stand up and take off her trousers. She began to beg him but he gave no heed to her plea. He threatened to shoot her again and then, out of fear, she took off her trousers. He began to fondle her buttocks and uttered obscenities. With a gun in one hand, he bent her over the sink and spread her legs apart. He spat on his hand and used it to lubricate her lady part.