Quotes About Seduction

If you don't send me away from Stony Cross by tomorrow morning, I'll take it as a personal invitation to your bed.

Let me kiss you here," he coaxed. "Just once." "Oh, God… no." She reached down and weakly pushed his hand away. "It's a sin." "How do you know?" "Because it feels like one," she managed to say. He laughed quietly and pulled her hips farther toward him with a decisiveness that drew a little yelp from her. "In that case… I never sin by half measures.

This is what comes of wearing those damned flimsy slippers outside. You must have walked right over an adder who was sunning himself …and when he saw one of those pretty little ankles, he decided to take a nibble." He paused, and said something beneath his breath that sounded like, "I can't say that I blame him.

He looked down at her, finding it difficult to resist the urge to climb over her prone body and kiss her senseless. "Would you mind telling me why you were drinking pear brandy in the middle of the afternoon?" "Because I couldn' open the sherry." His lips twitched. -Marcus & Lillian

For some reason Miss Jenner had seen fit to come uninvited to Sebastian's home at a scandalously late hour. To make the situation even more compromising, she was unaccompanied—and spending more than a half minute alone with Sebastian was sufficient to ruin any girl. He was debauched, amoral, and perversely proud of it. He excelled at his chosen occupation—that of degenerate seducer—and he had set a standard few rakes could aspire to.

Something about her brings out the devil in me.

Finish the wine," he suggested softly, "and let me have my way with you. And in the morning we'll both pretend that you don't remember.

My love, have you considered the possibility that you might enjoy our consummation sufficiently to want it more than once?" How easily endearments seem to trip from his tongue. "No," Evie said firmly. "I won't." "Mmm..." A sound almost like a cat's purr left his throat. "I like a challenge.

You have terrible judgment. You're in bed with the last man in the world you should trust, and you're about to make the biggest mistake of your life." "Is this your idea of seductive banter?" "I thought I should give you one last warning. Now you're doomed." "Oh, good.

Daisy, love," he whispered, "You're so soft…so dainty…where shall I touch you? Here? Or here…" "There," she sobbed, as his fingers slid to just the right spot. "Yes…oh, there…

You said I could kiss you," came his gentle, wicked whisper near her ear. "But, my love... you didn't specify where.

Of course," Tom said softly, "you could leave in your wedding dress, and go with me straight to the railway carriage... where I could help you remove it." A quicksilver shiver chased through her. "Would you prefer that?" His palm smoothed over the satin of her upper sleeve, and then he rubbed an edge of the fabric gently between his thumb and forefinger. "As a man who likes to unwrap his own presents... yes.

Pandora approached Gabriel in a direct way no other young woman of her rank would have dared. She had extraordinary eyes, dark blue rimmed with black, like sapphires charred at the edges. A pair of winged black brows stood out sharply against her snowdrop complexion. She smelled like night air, and white flowers, and a hint of feminine sweat. The fragrance aroused him, all his muscles tightening like bowstrings.

I want to make you scream and claw and faint in my arms," he whispered, his masculine bristle scraping against her skin.

He wanted to bed her. Visions darted from his seething imagination, of her body, the limbs and curves and skin he had not yet seen, the swell of her bottom as he cupped it in his hands. He wanted the scent of her in his nostrils, and on his own skin…the drag of her long hair over his throat and chest…He wanted to do unspeakable things with her mouth, and with his own.

He has eyes of yellow fire, a stride that clears mountains, and he speaks in a human voice as deep as a cave. At midnight, he may stop in front of your house and call out your name if he wants to take you for a ride. If you go with him, he'll fly you across earth and oceans…and if you ever return, your life will never be the same.

In a few minutes, West had pinned Phoebe against a corner wall of the winter garden, in a sheltered space of stone and feathery leaves. He possessed her with passion-roughened kisses, almost eating at her mouth, greedily drawing in the honeysuckle taste of her. Her skin was milk-white with golden flecks, smoothness quivering at the stroke of his tongue.

Her dream lover whispered endearments as he embraced her, his mouth playing over her throat. Everywhere he touched, she felt a glow of sensation. "Shall I take you?" he whispered, carefully drawing away her clothes, baring her skin to the light and air and water. "Don't be afraid, little love, don't...

Don't tease," she muttered, trembling with need. "I can't bear it." "Sweetheart…" His silky whisper caressed her cheek. "I'm afraid you'll have to." "Wh-why?" She caught her breath as he withdrew, giving her only the tip of his shaft. "Because there's nothing I love more than teasing you.

You took Theo's title and his home," West continued in appalled disbelief, "and now you want his wife." "His widow," Devon muttered. "Have you seduced her?" "Not yet." West clapped his hand to his forehead. "Christ. Don't you think she's suffered enough?

You'll have to think of a way to solve this, Evie. Think of something fast... because otherwise..." He paused to nip hungrily at her ear, "... otherwise I'm about to screw you senseless.

You have terrible judgment. You're in bed with the last man in the world you should trust, and you're about to make the biggest mistake of your life." "Is this your idea of seductive banter?" "I thought I should give you one last warning. Now you're doomed.

I want to see your face." "I'll tell you about my face instead. Two eyes, a nose, a mouth..." "A beautiful mouth." His fingertip drifted over her lower lip with a light touch that she could have mistaken for a kiss, had her eyes been closed.

Her heart skipped a beat, and another, as she stared into the darkest eyes she had ever seen, a brown so deep it looked black, shadowed by thick lashes and set deep in a complexion of rich umber. His brutal handsomeness unnerved her. He could have been Lucifer himself, sitting there.