Quotes About Seduction

There is nothing so seductive to a girl as to be loved by a poetic-depressive type. And if she is vain enough to deceive herself into thinking that she loves him faithfully by clinging to him instead of giving him up, then her task will be easy. She will enjoy both the distinction and the good conscience of being faithful, and at the same time the most finely distilled romantic love. God save everyone from such faithfulness!

You look like the vamp who bled the cat.

You had this all planned, didn't you?' I accused. 'Thought you could come in here and seduce me like you do everyone else?' It wasn't as if I could be angry, lying atop him as I was, but I tried.

Using your feminine wiles to lead my familiar astray. If all you want is dangerous sex, I can give that to you better than he can, and I won't break your heart afterward. - Al to Rachel

The quickest way to a woman's crotch is through her gullet. Can I make you a cake? Big Al to Pierce, then Rachel.

He inclined his head slightly, looking as fabulous as ever, more appealing than before because I had no idea what he was going to do, what he was capable of. "Don't do that," I said, my gaze going everywhere but to him. "Do what?" He sipped from his mug, one long leg draping to the floor, the other pulled up slightly. "Sit on your desk and look sexy.

Ms. Vampire Lady, you're all wet.

I can smell her all over you. You need some help taming her? Let me break her in for you.

Ivy, however, just wanted to get in David's pants.

You do the damnedest things in order to rile yourself up. Most people settle for doing it in an elevator, but not you. No, you have to make sure it's a vampire you're playing kissy-face with.

Just what I need. My own personal shoulder devil, wearing black and smelling like the Garden of Eden.

While I had no intention of hooking up with him, I still wanted him to want to hook up with me. It was the principle of the thing, after all.

For a man as keen as he on getting into bed with women, keeping hidden the full enormity of his fatness was a chronic problem. Its most acute form naturally came up when someone new had to be hustled or cajoled past the point of no return. That point tended to get later and later as his belly waxed.

A man's sexual aim, he had often said to himself, is to convert a creature who is cool, dry, calm, articulate, independent, purposeful into a creature that is the opposite of these; to demonstrate to an animal which is pretending not to be an animal that it is an animal.

But there was she, and there were you. Her breath was on you, you tasted flesh. She came from some darkness—she was certainly not of this earth. Remember the eyes?

Straightaway, she'd called to the guard, Oh, boys? She'd sauntered to the glass in only her black lace bra and panties. I need some assistance, When they slowed, agog, she'd purred, Can one of you help me find my orgasm?

He was staring at my lips, and before I could think better of it, I'd wetted them. "That's it, bébé," he said in a coaxing rasp. "Ma bonne fille." My good girl. He wrapped one of his arms behind my back, cupping my chin with his free hand. "Evangeline, I'm goan to kiss you until your toes curl, until we're breathing for each other." That was the promise. . . .

I have an idea. Let's take off our clothes and fool around on the settee. If I trip and fall and land smack-dab on your cock, then it won't be your fault.

You dress her in a wet T-shirt and make her carry the bags? Damn, Cade, I like how you roll - Rok

And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it.

What is he?" "I can't puzzle it out. He doesn't have horns, pointed ears—or apparently a need to eat. He does have small fangs, but he also sports a tan line." "You checked? Natalya, you durrrty bitch." "Hey, I had to determine if he was a blood sucker or not. Now I don't know what to think.

Lemme guess, Regin said. You had your introductory spiel all planned, but rational thought deserted you when you saw me stroll in braless.

Wroth! Don't do this!" "Five years of hell," he sneered, palming her ass roughly. "You deserve to be fucked till you can't walk.

Wroth, darling," she purred, smiling so sweetly. "I can't wait for the next time I get to put my mouth on you." In an instant the smile faded and she snapped her teeth and yanked her head back as if she was chewing something free.