Quotes About Seduction

Peter," she whispered. "I don't suppose this place has a bedroom." He laughed softly in her ear. "Twelve of them, actually. Which one do you want to use?" She laughed back and bit his neck teasingly. "How about all of them? You just pick where we'll start.

Every man needs his Siren to check his courage and strength when he hears her song in his travels through the unknown.

The arbitrary rule of a just and enlightened prince is always bad. His virtues are the most dangerous and the surest form of seduction: they lull a people imperceptibly into the habit of loving, respecting, and serving his successor, whoever that successor may be, no matter how wicked or stupid.

Beckett tipped her chin up, a smile tipping his lips after he'd scrutinized her face. "You were talking about me." Her face warmed, and she was thankful for the dark. "Maybe." "What did she say?" "I'll never tell." "I'll kiss it out of you." "Go ahead and try.

Dedicated to black lace thong panties, steaming hot showers, pimento-stuffed green olives and sharp cheddar cheese sliced with a credit card.

On teacher education: induction into current mandates must not turn into seduction away from best practice.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

You'll never solve your mysteries, Scharr. Not as long as we live in this. This world's a whore, all soaked in perfumes, and you're so easily seduced." He tapped his skull. "Break the eggshell. Time to fly.

My, my, my," he drawled in that gravelly voice that brought her body to full attention. "This Kat has claws." Heat filled her face again, but it wasn't from embarrassment this time. No, some other emotion made her blush, though she had no name for it, or for the shaking that accompanied it. This man was mocking her, but still all she could do was stare into his gray eyes and be sucked in by his presence.

How could such an innocent-looking pair of lips leave her feeling so... wicked? Worse yet, how could they reside on a face that was far from innocent? With thick dark hair that was just a fraction too long to be decent, piercing gray eyes, and the hard lines of his face, Dominic Mallory was sin embodied.

He cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers before his dark head came down and he drummed his tongue lightly over the taut flesh. She dipped her head back with a throaty, "Yes." Her womb contracted as he suckled while one hand crept slowly, purposefully, under her gown and up her smooth leg. A trail of fire and need was left in its wake.

Uh, you're going to take off your clothes?" she asked. He gave her a grin. "Well, I normally don't sleep in my full regalia." "What do you sleep in?" He couldn't resist. "Nothing.

Alyssa couldn't tear her gaze from him as the firelight played over the hard edges of him. Once he'd been the poster boy for clean-cut military, now he'd gone all tatted up sexy danger.

I don't want to be friends with you, Ainsley Douglas. I want to be your lover. I want to bury myself inside you, I want to find out whether you taste as good all the way down, I want to feel you squeezing me, and I want to hear your cries as you take me inside you.

He'd have her in his bed if he had to recruit Curry, Isabella, Mac, and every other person in Paris to get her there.

I am a bad man, very bad, but in a different way. I want to ravish you until we're both senseless with it, and then I want to do it all over again.

Come here." He sat on the bed, putting his back against the headboard, and patted the mattress beside him. "On the bed. Of course." Kim put her hands on her hips. "If kidnapping and arguing don't work, try seduction.

her touch fire and bliss. He couldn't hold out against her much longer. His defences were dropping with each passing second and now he teetered on the edge of surrendering to her seduction.

Of course that he affected her in such a way that she often wanted to simply shed her clothes and fall down on her back, ticked her off.

he ran a finger along the bottom side of her breast as if it helped clarify his thoughts. All it did for her was heat up her insides and make her want him even more.

The mask of art is the means through which corruption is spread. The mask makes vice seem beautiful, turns squalor and nastiness into glamorous thrill, seduces the onlooker into the game – and leaves him or her with the corpse on his hands.

Moistening her lips, she asked, "That's what this is all about? Bringing me here?" His hesitation was so slight she almost missed it. "It could be. Probably is, after all." "You still want to seduce me." "I want whatever you can give me," he murmured against her ear. "Where we go from here may depend on what I can give you.

That's a movie quote, right? You know, if you do that with books, people think you're intelligent." Sophie lowered her chin. "If this is your pathetic attempt to seduce me again, you're falling miserably." "I don't seduce woman." Phin shoved back his chair and stood up. "They fall into my open arms." "Clumsy of them.

Nevermore wants me," she whispered aloud. "It wants me to stay." The thought scared her. But what scared her even more was how much she wanted Nevermore.