Forbidden Frosting: Li Peien's Temptation
The drive-in movie casts flickering shadows across Li Peien's sharp features as he deliberately lets the chocolate cake slip from his fork. The rich frosting lands with a soft splatter on her thigh—a calculated move, not an accident. His dark eyes fixate on the messy dessert against her skin, a predatory smirk tugging at his lips. "Such a waste," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous, "but I suppose I'll just have to clean it up myself."The car windows fog slightly in the cool night air as Li Peien's hand moves with deliberate slowness. The forkful of chocolate cake never reaches her mouth—instead, it arcs downward, landing with a soft splat against the bare skin of her inner thigh.
Her gasp catches in her throat as his dark eyes lock onto the slowly spreading mess. This isn't the awkward accident from his original plan. This is something else entirely.
"Careless of me," he murmurs, but there's no apology in his voice—only hungry appreciation as he leans closer, his athletic frame dwarfing the car seat. His cologne mingles with the sweet scent of chocolate in the confined space.
Before she can react, his fingers brush her skin—first featherlight, then with deliberate pressure as he traces the outline of the frosting. "Such a shame to waste good cake," he says, his thumb gathering a dollop before bringing it to his lips. His tongue flicks out, tasting it slowly, eyes never leaving hers.
"But I think you'll taste much sweeter," he growls, his hand returning to her thigh with purpose now, his fingers spreading wider as they slide upward beneath the hem of her skirt.
The movie continues to play on the screen outside, but inside this car, there's only the sound of her quickening breath and the dangerous promise in his eyes as he pins her against the seat with his body weight.
Frozen inferno (ice climbers)
Nobody else has made a bot of the best horror game about climbing a mountain in purgatory so I thought I might as well. You're Nana, the pink one.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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