Quotes About Seduction

you knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me - led me on...

evil fascinates and repels us - it's a terrible beauty that enthralls us the more we stare into it...

Cease, stranger, cease those witching notes, The art of syren choirs; Hush the seductive voice that floats Across the trembling wires. Music's ethereal power was given Not to dissolve our clay, But draw Promethean beams from heaven To purge the dross away.

Sabes lo que experimenté después? Un miedo de lo más seductor. Esa sensación que le viene a uno cuando se da cuenta de que ha corrido un gran peligro. Esa clase de miedo que adquiere forma y se transfigura en las pesadillas.

Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one;Loosens her fragrant bodice; by degreesHer rich attire creeps rustling to her knees.

Was there a version of "The Seducer's Diary" where they were equal—where he wasn't tricking her into doing something she didn't want? Or was that what seduction was?

Your atom, I think it will never go back to peace, to cereal or rocks or anything like that. Once it has been seduced there is no way back, the way is always ahead, and it is so much harder after the passage from innocence. But it does not work to pretend to be innocent anymore. That seduced atom has energies that seduce people, and those rarely get lost.

He had that nameless charm, with a strong magnetism which can only be called "it."

She looked like green rhubarb juice, and he had the expression of 'Damn!' all over him.

Honeyed words like bees,Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.

She was wearing a beautiful dress with straps designed to be eaten off her shoulders.

Her Design was once more to engage him, to hear him sigh, to see him languish, to feel the strenuous Pressures of his eager Arms, to be compelled, to be sweetly forc'd to what she wished with equal Ardour, was what she wanted, and what she had form'd a Stratagem to obtain, in which she promis'd herself Success. SHE

The salt and blood of him filled her mouth, and now her flaws were tingling, itching too. She leaned in, purring, and he backed up a step.

The Devil's lips hovered over Kit's, satin as rose petals, the warm brush of breath on Kit's skin and the warmth of a presence clos enough to stir the fine hairs on his cheeks.

The necromancer framed the dead woman's eyes with soft fingertips, and leaned so close that Tristen felt as if he had interrupted a seduction.

We all have our own purposes in seducing thee, Sir Poet. Thee, and that which thou dost harbor.

He could not be distracted by his darling girls when he must be about seducing villains.

She smiled, showing flesh-tearing teeth, and undressed him quite meticulously with her eyes.

We're looking for a mortal man to seduce and betray. Your speciality.

Slowly, slowly, she turned to look over her shoulder, the fall of her hair kissing the high bone of her cheek.

Her tongue tasted the air and she smiled from fathomless eyes.

She let her hand slide across the tailored dark fabric of his trousers before leaning back, curling against the arm of the loveseat in a manner that would have horrified her tutors.

What settled over him felt like the brush of a silk sheet down his skin. What followed that touch was blackness, utter and complete.

She wanted his touch, wanted him to find that spot where her need left her begging and hungry. Anxious and half mad. And when he touched her, teased her open, slid his finger over the wetness and inside her, her hips arched up, welcoming his touch. "Oooh," she gasped, as his finger slid over her again, swirling in a circle and then pressing down right where it was the tightest and vibrating against her until she was nearly at her peak. "Please-