Novel & Cerita My Temptation

“I can’t stop imagining things. Sinful things.” “God grants us strength to resist temptation. Pray for clarity.” “Oh, I have,” I purred. “But the images only get clearer. More detailed. For instance… right now, I’m imagining what you look like on the other side of this screen. I’m picturing your hands, Father. Those strong, consecrated hands. I’m wondering how they’d feel not holding a rosary, but tangled in my hair. Or gripping my hips.” A sharp intake of breath from his side. A long silence. I heard the soft sound of him shifting again, uncomfortably. “You must not give voice to these temptations. They are tools of the devil to lead you astray.”

Instead, I sat on the cold floor, fighting my own body, my own treacherous thoughts. Because the truth was a blade I could no longer deny: Part of me wanted him to come back. And that terrified me more than anything else. Dante POV There is an economy to temptation. Too much, and you exhaust the appetite; too little, and it never awakens. The true master finds the measure between famine and feast and paces the offerings like a composer scoring a crescendo. I have the metronome; she is the instrument.

Her small frame was completely covered under him. She gulped and tried to push him away but he was like a rock. His smirk mocked her that she is too delicate for him. Oliver touched her pink tinted cheek with his lips, she was irresistible. The warmth spread in both bodies when he touched her. "What's your beautiful name, Kitten?" He whispered in her ear. He couldn't understand why she haven't said a word since last night. She was looking at him like a deer caught in a headlight. Her whole body was trapped beneath him and his warmth was doing something to her heart. He was looking less threatening than last night.

The devil does not come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you've ever wished for. - Tucker Max. |L O R E N Z O| Everyone enjoys different things, different genre, different music, I enjoy watching people bleed when their face show the terror I made them feel. It gives me power. It assures me that I am the one with power and not the other way. I have never craved anything in my life like I live for power.

But I find myself enjoying the fact I have this effect on her. I open the door allowing her entrance and usher her inside before I rush to the driver’s side. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, I try to remind myself I need to keep my eyes on the road and not her, but the temptress beside me is making that very difficult. Her scent invades my senses and it’s like a drug to me. I just want to give in to the addiction.

The only thing that keeps me going on is the fact that in three months I'm eighteen and I can leave this fucked up life of me behind and finally go to college and live my life how I want to. Tyler said last night I could go to college and that it's my choice whether I continue my work as Seductive Temptress or leave it all behind and I'm leaning towards the latter. I don't want to be apart of this world anymore and Tyler knows it. He is giving me my freedom.

Tugging at her shirt and cupping her buttocks through her shorts. She thought briefly of her stupid, Stupid plan to have bad sex with him. Impatient, clumsy sex. His impatiens thrilled her, and she reveled in his clumsy, grasping hands. They spoke of his passion. Of the urgency of the moment. The need to possess and claim.

Dustin says as he nibbles my earlobe. “But if you want us to stop, and you truly mean it, then we will,” Brandon added. My breath hitched as I bit my lip, trying to fight back the moan that was creeping up my throat. They patiently waited for me to give them my answer, continuing their teasing of my body. Were they teasing me to get an honest reaction from me? “Tell us the truth, Princess,” Connor whispered. My toes were curling. My breathing was heavy. I wanted them. I needed them. I could barely think of a reason that I should refuse them, but I knew that I needed to say no.

“Besides, temptation is never a patient thing, Nora. You should know that by now.” Heat pooled in my cheeks before I could stop it. I wanted to protest, to say he was wrong, that I wasn’t tempted, but the words died on my tongue, betrayed me. Because I was. I was tempted, and it wasn’t just Lucien. The memory of Caelum against me still burned on my skin; Elias’s touch from training class had my pulse racing. It wasn’t fair, how all of this had become so twisted. “You speak of temptation as if it’s something to be proud of,” I said at last, trying to force myself to look away from him and failing.

"The way your wet clothes cling to your body… showing every curve… tempts me." I swallowed hard. My eyes slipped away from his. "You’re not innocent, little one. Every curve. Every look. Every word from you… it shakes my silence with whispers of sin. Like you were made for one thing." He leaned closer. I felt his warm breath near my ear. "To seduce me. You are a real temptation, Miss Amara." He paused, then added possessively. "And you’re not just a temptation. You’re my temptation." I looked at him in complete silence. My heartbeat thundered like war drums. His eyes cut through me, shaking everything inside.