My Temptation の小説・ストーリー

“But each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed.” I swallowed, shifting in the pew. My panties were already damp, my clit pulsing every time I crossed and uncrossed my legs. I was aching from just the sound of his words. He went on, preaching more on how never to give in to temptation, but I was drowning in it, all I saw was him. He closed the bible, his eyes meeting me as he motioned for me to rise. “Come here, child.” He said. I rose. The congregation faded as I walked down the aisle in slow motion, heels clicking softly on the polished wood. Father Liam stepped down from the pulpit and met me at the altar rail. His hand gently cupped my jaw.

This beautiful, devout young woman had just bared the deepest, most shameful part of her soul to me, and the extreme religious taboo of it all sent a dark, powerful thrill through my veins. I had waited patiently for this moment, for a lost lamb like Tia to fall so perfectly into my hands. “Tia,” I said, my voice low, authoritative, and filled with paternal care, “ordinary penance and a few Hail Marys will not be enough for this level of persistent temptation. Your body and soul cry out for a much higher form of spiritual and physical cleansing. A complete surrender to God’s will through strict discipline and total control. Do you trust me as your shepherd to guide you on this difficult path

I whispered, “you were hard the entire time I was talking, weren’t you? I could hear it in your voice. You were imagining bending me over your desk and fucking the sin out of me.” He took a step back, hitting the edge of his desk. “Angela, stop,” he growled, but his eyes dropped to my breasts for a split second. “This is temptation. The devil is using you to test me. You need to go home. Pray. Ask for forgiveness.” I smiled sweetly and took another step forward. “I don’t want forgiveness, Father. I want you to ruin me. I want you to lift my dress, shove your holy cock inside my tight little pussy, and fuck me until I scream ‘Oh God!’ for real reasons.”

No mixing business with anything that had a pulse and a paycheck I signed. But right now — seeing the same woman who’d pulled something wild and starving out of me — standing in front of me, desperate, trembling, asking for the one thing my body had always craved? That was a temptation straight from hell that even the finest of God's angels would fall for without looking back. I tried to turn her down. I fucking did. That should have been the end of it.

“I… I shouldn’t—” “You should,” he said softly, pressing closer, letting her feel the warmth radiating from him. “Tonight… it’s about discovering what you’ve been craving all along. About temptation… about giving in.” Her thoughts screamed at her resist, don’t let him, remember the payback but her body betrayed her. Every nerve, every muscle, every heartbeat ached for him. Duke’s hand rested lightly on Tess’s lower back as he guided her into a shadowed lounge. The heat between them was almost unbearable. “Tonight… it’s just us,” he murmured. “No games, no rules… just temptation.”

The cigar dangling between his lips fell out of his mouth and He blinked seeing her open black curled hairs on her shoulders, her lips painted cherry red, the natural glow on face with blushed cheeks. The cigar fell on his shoe, He cursed mentally and dabbed it with his shoe. The temptation to look at the beauty standing in front of him was too much to ignore for a wasted cigar. The horny beast in Viso cried desperately seeing the innocent seductress in front of him. She was dressed up to sleep with him! Is she deliberately trying to torture him, who dress up like this when not want to be fucked! Viso wanted to burst at her but He didn't know what happened to him every time He got in front o

He's trying hard not to open his mouth because the moment Khana's tongue enters, there's no assurance he can silence his desire to kiss back. However, she is more tempting than he could imagine. Her hands slowly crawled to his chest which brought a shiver to his whole being. Meanwhile, Khana is earnestly praying that the guy he is kissing will fall into her antics. She wished he'd kiss back. She's doing her best to tempt the priest, shamelessly committing a sin. She is crazy enough to go against the world just to have the love of her life. She can feel loud drums lying in Henry's chest. He is breathing hard while trying to resist the temptation, but he is just a human who got preyed on by ea

Then, he had begun investigating in order to fully understand the family to whom Vice and Victor had become linked through their relationship with her. Now, he had slipped into the rabbit hole, and could not stop eating the damn cake. Oh, but the cake tasted so good, he thought as the Ferrari pulled over at a recording studio, and Vixen oozed her way out of the driver’s seat. There was no wig today, and no half-mask. He didn’t think that shade of white-blonde was natural, by her eyebrows, and she had well and truly stuffed those gorgeous curves into a very lucky pair of jeans, and a t-shirt advertising herself as a brunette under the name “Temptation” standing in front of three guys, one of

But as sleep claims me, his face swims in the darkness—green eyes, scarred hands, voice like sin. Restless dreams follow. A figure in black, approaching through mist. Hands reaching, not to bless, but to claim. I wake gasping, sheets damp with sweat, the ache deeper now. Obsession? No, just curiosity. Temptation? Perhaps. But power... whose? His, or the one stirring in me? The bell tolls midnight. I kneel by my bed, whispering Hail Marys. Full of grace. But grace feels far away tonight, replaced by something darker, intimate, charging the air like thunder waiting to break.