Quotes About Seduction

It is difficult to resist a force of nature, Maman. His seduction is like all my senses struck by bolts of lightning.

I thought you were a white knights who put great store in chivalry. It's not the least chivalrous of you to try to seduce me.

You did that on purpose. Did what on purpose? Wore the don't-touch suit and the sex goddess perfume at the same time just to drive me crazy. Listen to the suit, Quinn. Dream about the perfume.

I'm wanting the hell out of you. Day and night. Her voice was throaty now, dark with need. I guess that makes it handy, since I want the hell out of you too. It doesn't scare you? Nothing about you and me scares me. And what if I said I want you to let me do anything I want to you? Everything? Her heart fluttered to her throat, but her eyes stayed steady. I'd say who's stopping you?

Why stop now? Seduce me, Brian.I dare you. I've always found it hard to turn aside a dare.

Flowers, champagne, caviar. Do you usually come so well equipped when you break and enter? Only when I want to apologize and throw myself on the mercy of a beautiful woman.

She started to speak, to ask politely for a glass of white wine. Then he smiled, a slow, lazy curving of lips that inexplicably set her insides a fluttering and turned her mind into a buzzing mess of static.

Alan had still stopped her in her tracks with one of those slow, devastating kisses at her side door.He hadn't insisted on coming in.Shelby might have been grateful for that if she hadn't suspected it was just part of his planned siege.Confuse the enemy, assail her with doubts, leave her with her nerve ends tingling.Very clever strategy.

I want you. I want you under me and over me and around me. And you want.

If he found her, he thought it might be a fine idea to lock the doors and take her mind off work, as ordered. He'd been wondering all night just what she had on under that red dres

He stepped up. She should've seen it coming. She was always, always aware of moods and moves. But he stepped up, pulled her in before she'd read the warning sign. He didn't go slow; he didn't ease in. It was one bright, hot explosion followed by shuddering dark. His mouth covered, conquered, while his hands ran straight up her body as if they had every right, then down again.

chest. She smelled of wine and fruit.

She'd wear shades of lipstick you'd expect to see around the base of a penis.

I am my own rakish seducer. I do serve as my own surly, brutish bounder.

No me habían follado así desde la escuela primaria.

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Lust, I suspect, wears repatent stilettos, that feather boa and not much else. Maybe glossy red lipstick.

As it was, her perking nipples and instantly sopping pussy had to be obvious testament to her desire for the man.

He was the one who was making her heart pound with fear and desire. He was the one who would then calm her fears, only to kindle them again with a whisper, a touch, the stroke of a whip, the blade of a knife.

His cock was rock-hard against her thigh. Her legs fell open in wanton invitation. "Please," she begged.

Words are sexier than flesh.

Whatever capacity she possesses to supernaturally beguile a human soul—and she possesses many—she liked his clear-sightedness too well, to blind him that way.

An amalgam of sexual excess and demonic elegance, as likely to fuck you as tear out your heart.

Meaning is always a latecomer. Beauty and music seduce us first; later ashamed of our own sensuality, we insist on meaning.