Quotes About Seduction

Zelnora," he rasped back, "the bullfrog has croaked it. I want your dewy pussy clamped down around my prick.

how the representation of a thing could seem more alluring than the thing itself.

You look beautiful sitting there spitting at me like a she-cat. All I have to do is look at you, and I lust. I'm going to take you back to the hotel and take off that delectable dress and make love to you until you don't have the energy to be mad at me anymore." Ian Connelly, Marquis of Derne

Precisely who are you,Captain Sharpe?" He looked into that beautiful, treacherous face and a sweep of lust rushed through him. "You want to know who I am? Well, I am the devil incarnate and you,my sweet, are about to pay the devil's due.

What are you going to do?" Her voice was breathy. "I'm going to do you." He nuzzled her neck.

They say that the Devil is a charming man. And just like you I bet he can dance.

Jay's large body covered her. Oh God, the welcome weight of him. His mouth descended on hers, not asking, not seeking, but demanding she meet his need. She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched up into him as her tongue darted into his mouth, met his, and mated in a hot, heady tangle.

How lovely she was in her raiments of silk and levantine purple; the fabric provocatively set off the sheen of her white shoulders, which glistened with the sweat of the world. I was on the verge of giving in to the dangerous enticements of her caresses when I realized that I recognized her from an earlier encounter, back at the dawn of time.

Women all have the same female pretentions and even the most virtuous among them like to convince themselves that they can tempt a man.

Ou bien, est-ce pour la combler...et ensuite la séduire, la réduire à une misère plus grande encore?

an aggressively male cologne, a roofie of a cologne.

for the first time, in this unforeseen way, with half a house between them, the frigid star of the demimonde finally allowed a man to touch her.

He pulled back his hood, unveiling a face of burning, satanic, male beauty. Alice held her breath, enthralled, feeling the resounding slam of some fateful premonition. 'Lucien Knight.' One look erased any lingering doubt in her mind who he was. He had the bold, patrician features of a dashing adventurer and silver eyes that glittered like diamonds. The glossy jet of his hair set off his sun-bronzed complexion and the wicked, white gleam of his smile.

She drew his warm, oversized robe closer around her body, suddenly feeling lost, not knowing how to act. "Well, go get dressed," he ordered with a lordly little smile as he noticed her wavering. "How's a man to think with a luscious naked woman lying around? You, my dear, are far too distracting." His smoldering gaze, so full of desire for her, thrilled Kate to the marrow. His glance alone could warm her blood on this cold winter's day.

As for you, my lady..." "Hmm?" Kate murmured, a flirtatious twinkle in her eyes. "You're not that tired, are you?" he whispered. "Never," she breathed. He let out a hungry growl of laughter, kissed her soundly, and carried her into what would henceforth be their shared bedchamber- then he kicked the door shut behind them.

the beauty of human sexuality by enhancing the draw of seduction through ornamentation and cosmetics. It was a particular talent of hers to twist a good thing into something bad. Women and men learned how to advertise more clearly the availability of their bodies for the fulfillment of illicit desires in violation of Elohim's bigoted exclusionary marriage covenant.

Jesus was standing on the high place of the stronghold of supernatural evil next to the Prince of the Power of the Air. Belial swiped his hand and the clouds appeared to part, enabling Jesus the ability to see all the known world below and their cities of men. Belial's contempt melted into a seductive whisper in Jesus's ear. "Do you see all these kingdoms and their glory? They have been delivered to me, and I give them to whom I will.

It wasn't that she wanted to seduce him—not literally. But flirting was a pleasure, and flirting with intelligent people—male or female—was one of the supreme pleasures of life.

You just might make a good devil yet.

Gimme some sugar, baby.

With that she loosed from her breasts the breastband, pierced and alluring, with every kind of enchantment woven through it . . . There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover's whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

All political power comes from the barrel of either guns, pussy, or opium pipes, and people seem to like it that way.

But soon I loved her completely and wished to possess her, own her, absorb her, eat her. I wanted her in my arms and in my bed, I longed she would open her legs to me

part of a daydream's enticement was the illusion that she was helpless before its logic