Romans & histoires My Temptation

What am I hoping for? "What's wrong with you, Iris? He's a married man , a father with a son of almost your age. You shouldn't feel anything for him. It....... it must be the law of attraction." If something is forbidden, it only becomes more tempting. To be continued....

Nicholas leaned slightly closer, slow, controlled like he was stopping himself from doing something he shouldn’t. My breath caught. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against the side of my neck before I even had time to react. He nibbled kisses softly, eventually sucking my neck. It was so good that I never had time to think straight. It happened so quickly soft, sudden, disarming. A wave of pleasure shot through me, I'm doomed for sure..

Her eyes burned, squeezed shut tighter against the sting. “This isn’t devotion. It’s temptation.” “Yes,” he replied. “Temptation is devotion before it learns its name.” The hand lingered, then slid further, deliberate, parting the fabric of her gown. It teased the sensitive skin there before dipping lower. Elizabeth trembled, caught in the web of his control, her body arching slightly despite herself. He didn't rush. The pressure reformed, now a firm stroke against her clit from behind, his fingers circling the swollen nub with slow, teasing circles that sent electric sparks through her core.

Dad said it would be for the betterment of the future—future my ass. “Thank you amigo!” I gulped down the content of the glass that Levi prepared. I didn’t ask him what it was, yet whatever it was in there was really strong. Been a Saturday, The Den was filled to the brim with people. Mostly business owners, I guess it was the only place one could go and not be bothered. A half-naked lady was dancing on the pole. She was so sensual that all the men seated in here wanted her, but I had eyes on her. The drinks weren’t effective it seemed, I needed something much more stronger.

I gulped the whole time watching him do that. ‘Push him away…’ I could hear my own thoughts screaming at me, shouting to stop this stupidity, but my body was betraying me when I parted my legs even wider, exposing my undergarment after my dress lifted a little higher and Ezekiel licked that part he left his mark on. I felt uncomfortable when his other hand was about to reach for that part in between my legs and just before I could completely lose myself with temptation again, I pulled myself back and I hurriedly stood up.

The more he paged the more he felt himself fall into the moons temptation, strange. This interest that has been building since that lawful accident of bumping into the strange woman. Every touch since then is able to spark much more desired interest. Goodness this woman is going to slowly drive him out of his damned mind. Shit. Noah. He can not rest until he finds out exactly why this little one woman force thrills the dullest parts of his day. . . . "Noah... I told him, I love him." "Toby. You fool. You did what!"

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Do you feel that, Queen? The way the sky wants to break for you?" Silas stood at the mouth of the cavern, his scarred silhouette framed by a sudden, violent flash of lightning. The storm had come out of nowhere, a tempest of black clouds and screaming winds that tore through the Whisperpine Forest. Rhea stood deep in the shadows of the cave, her breath hitching as the thunder rumbled in her very bones. The Hex of Desire, amplified by the raw, chaotic energy of the storm, was no longer a dull ache; it was a rhythmic thrumming in her blood that demanded to be answered.

Glacier lay half-leaning, his hand moving slowly over my bare skin, as if his fingers were drawing maps on silk that refused to end. I lifted my head slightly, looking at him with eyes full of questions, and whispered hoarsely “Do you really love me… or am I just a temptation?” He leaned closer until his hot breath touched my neck, then smiled a deadly smile, his fingers tracing my curves. “A temptation? Does that word suit you? You are the curse of my body… a poisoned apple God created to test my madness. Every detail in you, from your shoulders to your toes, makes me swear that no woman can steal my mind except you.”

“It makes slaves of us, if we allow it. It tempts us to surrender what should be sacred.” Her hand did not move away. Instead, her fingers slid lightly down my arm, tracing the seam of my sleeve, grazing the inside of my wrist. “But…” she murmured, “to know desire is to know the depth of temptation. To resist it, we must feel it first. Do you understand?” My breath quickened. My heart thundered. I wanted to say no, to say I did not understand, to cry out that I wanted nothing to do with this. But my lips would not move.