My Temptation Novels & Stories

“Get out of my goddamn head.” But even as I try to push any thoughts of Ace from my mind, I’m sucked right back in when I remember the way his ocean eyes watched me without shame and were filled with a passion I hadn’t seen before. Everything about him is intense and invading, but it only fuels the attraction I feel for him. Maybe I’m the starved man desperate for a bite of the forbidden apple. Without thinking, my hand drops to my aching core. If I don’t relieve the tension building, I fear I might burst apart at the seams. All because of the goddamn man who kidnapped me and is now stalking me.

Cameroon - “Lord Jesus, deliver this boy from the clutches of temptation,” she intoned, her voice rising in dramatic fervor. “Cleanse his soul and restore his path!” Evans blinked, looking more amused than alarmed, though he wisely said nothing. I rolled my eyes so hard it was a miracle I didn’t sprain something. “Mom, he’s not possessed. He’s just here for the wedding and food." "Food?" she repeated, narrowing her eyes at me. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

Her eyes widened. "Oh... Um... I'm really sorry if that's the impression I gave to you. The truth is, I have been craving sex with you for a while now. I wanted you so bad but I was so pretentious... and I got so frustrated. And my current state doesn't help matters. My hormones are all over the place and I admit, I might have gotten selfish there for a second." "No need to pretend again, baby. You can have me whenever you want. I'm 100% yours."

“I don’t want anyone else looking at you and feeling the way I do right now.” “Yes? And how’s that?” “Hungry, out of control, the want is making my body burn. I can’t think.” “Oh.” “Yes.” Cass slid her hand higher, moved the flimsy piece of material covering her wetness aside, and slipped her finger into the wet heat. “Come onto my lap.” “I’ll make your tux dirty.” Olivia gasped as the finger inside her became two. “You do look so damned good in that tux.” “Fuck the tux, Liv.”

By the time the city outside glittered like scattered stars, the line between control and desire had blurred beyond recognition. I stood behind her, close enough to feel her warmth, close enough to end it or begin something neither of us could escape. And in that moment, I knew: Ava Delos Reyes was no longer just my secretary. She was temptation given form. A challenge I intended to meet. A fire I would not walk away from. Because some desires, once awakened, refuse to be silenced. Because some women, once seen, cannot be resisted. And Ava Delos Reyes… Was the one temptation powerful enough to ruin me and I would let her.

Forgive me lord, I'm about to fall into temptation and I'm not ashamed, my pussy needs it. My body craves real touching, real care, and most of all, real fucking. I moan just from the thought, getting hot all of a sudden, I look myself in the mirror once more before going back to the living room to wait. The doorbell rings and I go to answer it. Silas, my temptation, is here already. He looks exactly like pure sin as I open the door, his arms are crossed and a smirk is on his face, he looks deliciously wrong…like what I know I shouldn't want but I need.

"Such thoughts are the devil's whisper. You must resist. Pray with me." But Page's hand slipped through the opening, brushing his knee. "Resist? Or give in? Your voice... it's deep, commanding. Makes me ache. Father Abram, have you ever touched a woman? Felt her pussy clench around your fingers?" He froze, her fingers trailing up his thigh. "Stop. This is sacrilege." Yet he didn't pull away, the heat of her skin searing through fabric. "Sacrilege? Or salvation?" She stood, opening the door between them. The booth felt smaller, charged. Page shrugged off her coat, revealing a tight black dress that clung to her full breasts and hips. "Look at me, Father. See what temptation looks like."

He was offering an embrace? I was stunned, petrified even, and hesitated for a moment. What was he planning? Was this genuine? Or, was it a trap? I searched his face for signs of danger - as if I could spot one. The devil doesn't wear Prada. My entire build-up screamed caution, but a flicker of longing won out, and I allowed myself to be pulled into a brief hug. That was the first human contact I’d had in weeks, aside from Tasha's that didn’t feel performative. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into my ear, low enough that no one else could hear. “....about everything.”

His tongue works its way in my mouth briefly before he pulls away. He breathes heavily, "What were you thinking Taylor?!" He exclaims dramatically and I raise a lost eye at him. "Dresses like this I consider temptation. It's also pure wickedness if you ask me." He mumbles. I wiggle my eyebrow at him. "The temptation is meant for one man."

Her nipples hardened visibly beneath the thin cotton dress she wore and she shifted slightly in her chair as she ached for him to touch them. Samael could smell the sweet, heady scent of her arousal and he couldn't hold back his desire for her anymore. The smell and feel of her skin was thrilling and he could sense her hunger, coiled just below the surface. He moved his hand up to cup her breast as he stroked her taut nipple with his thumb before moving his hand to do the same with her other breast. She was trembling now, just barely able to control the urge to rip her clothes off and let him take her right there and then on the dining table. Using both hands, he undid the buttons on the fro