Within Temptation Silent Force Novels & Stories

She can see that the other party is tall and has a well-defined body without extra pounds because she came in contact with his body, so she can say that the other party isn't old but young, it may tempt people. But her intuition told her that she would definitely fall into something even more terrible if she didn’t leave now. Her hand was tightly held; she felt that there might be a bruise on her hand. “Sir, please leave my hand; I said sorry, I really didn’t do it purposefully; that was unintentional; let go of my hand.” Amelia’s face is still calm, but her movements weren’t slow; she fought with that man equally. She couldn’t see that man’s face, but she is still thinking,

Red whispered breathlessly. Lucifer pecked her lips, replying to her words, "Don't worry love, there's no liberation from these silenced temptations anyways..." ~ The End ~•

His eyes widened as he scanned every piece of information on it. INSIDE Dianne's room, there sits both her and Silvester on the bed, staring into oblivion. The two have been there without talking, acting like statues. Dianne can feel her heartbeat, every drop of sweat, and the grinding of her teeth because of how silent the room is.

he said, but it came out too broken to carry authority. “I thought you were here to help cleanse me.” “You are tempting me.” Her breath hitched. That was what she wanted. That quiet crack in his control. She slid her fingers through her folds, teasing her clit as she leaned closer to the screen. “I want you to imagine it,” she whispered. “How wet I am. Right here. In your confessional booth. How easily you could come through that door. Slide your fingers inside me. Tell me I’m dirty.” “I can’t listen to this.”

And she obeyed, because silence was safer than truth. But as the rope tightened around her wrists, as his weight pressed her into the mattress, Sierra realized something that chilled her to the bone. Both of them Vanessa and Damien wanted her silence. For Vanessa, silence meant obedience, control, her perfect daughter who never disobeyed. For Damien, silence meant surrender, the thrill of her body pliant under his command. Neither of them wanted her voice. Her truth. Her silence was their leash. And the longer she wore it, the harder it became to breathe.

She hasn’t seen me yet, so when she turns, I catch the diameter view of her full ass, and fuck— One word? No. I have more than one word. She is—she is temptation stitched into skin. A slow-burn sin wrapped in silk. Nothing can do her justice, not even my own damn eyes. And then she faces me. Her breath suffers, rising, falling—just slightly, just enough for me to catch it. But it isn’t just me who’s gone silent. My brothers have, too. I won’t be the idiot who loses his voice over a woman.

I can’t form a response that isn’t an uninteligible sound, but that doesn’t seem to bother Ace. He hums against me, the vibration rattling my bones and blurring my vision. It’s becoming increasingly harder to fight off the orgasm barreling toward me so I can continue to enjoy this moment. But when Ace does the holy trinity with a swipe of his tongue, a thrust of his fingers, and his free hand squeezes my ass, I’m done for.

"You're not even tempted?" My silence was my answer. Still, she continued, her words weaving a sensual spell. But I was immune. For now, I endured her advances. Until she exhausted herself. Or realized the futility of her pursuit. Amber's hands finally stilled, and she sighed. "I can't force you to do what you don't want." I thought she'd finally given up, but then she whispered, "I can tempt you." I sighed in frustration, my patience worn thin.

“They’re attacking because they’re pleading for an end. They’re begging for the silence.” ​I forced myself to stand, my legs shaking but my resolve hardening into diamond. I didn’t reach for the silver fire of destruction. Instead, I reached for the frost—the "Sovereign’s Silence" I had discovered in the depths of my captivity. I walked toward the obsidian cage, ignoring the spectral hands that clawed at my clothes. I touched the cold, black surface of the stone, and instead of trying to shatter it with force, I offered it a bridge. I opened the deepest parts of my soul to the Wraiths, offering them my warmth, my heartbeat, and my memories of the Black Mountain as it used to be—full of life,

I was half dripping at the thought. Back inside, Aunt Dolores has returned. The lecture continues. I quickly rushed inside. “…and when temptation knocks, you must slam the door. You must turn to prayer. You must remember who you belong to.” I nod again. My thighs are slick under the skirt. Every step rubs my swollen clit against damp fabric. I’m soaked through.