Quotes About Seduction

Hotel rooms have an aphrodisiac quality.

I'm not evil enough to love money, but I am naughty enough to fuck around with it, spank it, pull its hair a little bit.

I've seen men ruined by drink, drugs and dodge pickup trucks, but this is the first time I've seen someone ruined by softcore porn...

Some buckle bunny's bed, I suppose.

Would you mind taking off your shirt?

Like locusts on new corn, Gian had landed on her, struggling to undress as he kissed her.

The seduction of whiteness and privilege is powerful. Whites can always return to a life of privilege.

Instead of some pristine prince charming, she'd much rather have her big, bad wolf.

Fuck. A woman's eyes shouldn't make a guy feel like she was stealing his soul with just a glance.

As many times as I want," Drake told her, voice rough and dark. "Until you can't breathe without feeling me on every inch of your body.

I've been dying to know," he said again, "how you taste." Oh, hell. Her right hand grabbed the back of his head, and she yanked him down toward her. Their mouths met. Open. Ready. Lips kissed. Tongues licked. And—damn! Yes, she wanted. The control she'd held so tightly began to crack. She jerked in her seat, struggling to press against him. He took her mouth. Tasted her. Tormented her. And she met him. No, she fought him, fought him for more.

I must have more. Her lashes slowly lifted and her bright stare met his once more. Her breath was coming fast, so was his, and he waited for her to speak. "That was…" She smiled. "Can we go again?" Fuck, yes.

One of the most important discoveries wa that 'six cylinders had sex appeal.' The man or woman behind the wheel had a particular allure that was not lost upon the opposite sex.

Display in a foreign culture is not a foreign concept, and anyone who has ever traveled abroad will recollect, if they are honest, their status as an ephemeral concubine, with a global passport to seduction and a license to transgress. All the fleeting love affairs that are as much a part of visits to far-off lands as baggage tags and travel-size shampoo bottles--- isn't this proof enough that we all fall into the delightful trap of exoticising and commodifying ourselves in foreign places?

instead he was being led away from his proper Emma by a woman who was conducting a revolution in his kitchen.

Growing up, it was uncool to admit that your family had any money. And then, instantly, money was cool. In Reagan's parlance, it was about freedom of the individual, which was freedom to be greedy... individual versus society. There was a weird seduction in that, which I still feel.

Man has fallen victim to seduction since times immemorial.

No, don't," Evie said urgently as St. Vincent reached for the ties once more. She grappled with him, her fingers tangling with his. And then suddenly his mouth had caught hers, and he pushed her against the side of the building, anchoring her with his own body. His free hand caught the nape of her neck, beneath the weight of her damp hair. The lush pressure of his mouth caused a shock of response in every part of her body, all at once.

Seven is my favorite number," he said. "Why?" He nuzzled gently at her stomach. "There are seven colors in a rainbow, seven days of the week, and..." His voice lowered seductively, "...seven is the lowest natural number that can't be represented as the sum of the squares of three integers." "Mathematics," she exclaimed, laughing breathlessly. "How stirring.

Dangerous creatures, wallflowers. Approach them with the utmost caution. They sit quietly in corners, appearing abandoned and forlorn, when in truth they're sirens who lure men to their downfall. You won't even notice the moment she steals the heart right out of your body—and then it's hers for good. A wallflower never gives your heart back.

He leaned over her shoulder, until his mouth was at her tingling ear. "Perhaps I'll appear at your window one midnight," he whispered, "to tempt you for a ride across earth and ocean.

Eventually Sebastian stood, bringing his aroused body against hers, his forehead pressed to the door behind her. Evie linked her arms around his lean waist, her eyes closed as she rested her cheek against his shoulder. "The bargain…" she mumbled. "You said I could kiss you," came his gentle, wicked whisper near her ear. "But, my love…you didn't specify where.

Then give me your answer." He crushed a brief, impassioned kiss against her lips. "Say it, or I'll have to keep kissing you until you surrender.

Aún. La tentadora promesa incrustada en esa palabra le cortó el aliento.