Within Temptation Bleed Out Novels & Stories

“Oh, my god!” A surge of warmth enveloped me, sending a jolt of excitement through my body. I felt a gentle caress as my hand glided across my breasts, making contact with my skin. I found myself consumed by an insatiable desire. I followed my feelings and nurtured my delicate blossom. I give it a tender caress. “Oh, sh*t, babe!” Hearing Daniel’s distressing groaning, I instinctively reached for my bud. His enticing groan, which sounded as though he were burying his object within me, was intolerable.

The tremors start through my body. "Jackson." The hoarse cry doesn't even sound like my voice. "Jackson, please." "That's it, baby. Beg me." He picks up speed, plundering my ass while his fingers fuck me from below. I'm dizzy with lust, drugged with need. The cabin spins and tilts.

“Maybe after I cut you up real good, you’ll have a change of heart then.” I shut my eyes, the tears that had magically disappeared these last two days, falling freely as I screamed. Fucking begged. “Please! Please don’t do this!” But my pleas fell on deaf ears and the blade drew closer to my skin. “Oh, I’m so going to enjoy leaving my mark on you.” My screams intensified as I felt the cold press of the metal on my cheek. They were so loud, I almost didn’t hear the sound of the door bursting open.

If you give me the slightest hint of abandonment and withdrawal, I would outdo you. -Unknown. |L O R E N Z O| I clutched the pen in my hand as I watch them, interacting, laughing and him getting close to her. Is it allowed to unintentionally push someone off the stairs? And, watch them bleeding through their head? I quickly divert my attention towards the files when I saw her heading towards my cabin with a few files in her hand. The door of the cabin screeched open and she entered the room like she owns it, not like I am complaining or anything.

If Carla were here, I'd bend her over and do her right here, with the warm water raining down our bodies. A crazy thought of course. Because . . . well, she's on the do-not-touch list. My right-hand palms my throbbing dick. A wave of guilt washes over me. Can't whack one off to Carla. Can't go there. I have no business wanting her. She's my best friend's little sister. That makes her forbidden. I can't do this. But I feel myself slipping. I'm losing this battle. Moving on its own accord, my hand clasps around my dick again. My eyes drift shut, and I give into the temptation of fucking Carla.

The tension in the air was palpable, a silent acknowledgment of the temptations that were dancing on the edge of our consciousness. In that charged moment, the attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface threatened to consume us both. The intoxicating allure of what could be hung in the air, a temptation that beckoned us to leap into the unknown. And yet, amidst the tantalizing possibilities, a wariness lingered—a reminder of the responsibilities we both carried, the complexities that awaited us outside the confines of this intimate space. The realization that we were on the brink of crossing a line, of surrendering to a desire that had been simmering beneath the surface, was both

She tugs nervously at her dress, the fabric sticking to her body where she's begun to sweat, making her uncomfortable. Across from her, Lucille's eyes, which have turned dark with arousal, are watching her intently like a predator watching her prey. Her face is flushed and glistening with sweat, as her breathing quickens. She anxiously wipes her clammy palms on the front of her habit as she licks her lips and swallows. She can feel the tension thick in the air between them, pulling her toward her primal desires as her resistance crumbles like a battered wall.

Hard, thrusting, and completely out of control. Her hands tightened Convulsively as she reached for the waistband of his jeans. But before she could unfasten the top button, he grabbed both of her hands in one of his. He pressed his forehead to hers, squeezed his eyes closed. She heard him suck in a deep breath, sensed him fighting for control. “Don’t get me wrong, Sprout. You’re tempting. You certainly are.” Abruptly he dropped his hands and stepped away. “But I didn’t want to break your heart when I was eighteen anymore than I want to break it now.”

He tugs my head up a little, the burn only intensifying my pleasure the builds up quickly. My third release hits me like a truck, although my mate still doesn't slow down. The pleasure is almost too much to bear. It's blinding, rolling over me in waves that seem to have no end to them. It's almost too much. Tears form in the corners of my eyes as my fourth climax barrels closer, turning my whole world upside down. Before overstimulation can dig it's thorns into me, Keo joins me with his own climax, his thrusts gradually slowing down until he stills inside me.

A drop slid down to my ass. He saw it. His breath hitched. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re perfect.” His eyes were black now pupils blown. I felt powerful and vulnerable at the same time.My nipples ached.My pussy clenched empty. I whimpered. He stepped closer, but didn’t touch.Just looked.Minutes felt like hours. My thighs trembled from holding the position. “Please—” I begged. “Please what?” “Touch me.” He smiled slowly. “Not yet.”