Quotes About Seduction

The most deadly seducers are the ones incouraging conformity. If you can only feel safe when everybody else feels, thinks and looks the same as you, then you're a Hood-damned coward... not to mention a vicious tyrant in the making.

The Queen's Consort?' 'Yes. I once robbed him.' 'Indeed! And what did you take?' 'His virginity.

Nearly all of the stories [in The Heptameron ] are about the sexual relations between men and women, with a large percentage dealing with the unromanic side: with rape, infidelity, the seduction of nuns and wives by monks (everyone in the Renaissance seems to have despised monks), loveless marriages, incest, and borderline necrophilia.

Harold under his breath: "Ms. Yuka, I would love to kiss the backs of your legs while you were in line in a bank.

In de weerdij van dien laatsten zomer dat ze te boere had overgebracht, was Mira van kind tot volslagen deerne uitgegroeid; slank en mager nog, onvast en los in de gewrichten, maar begaafd met al de kennis en streken om het verleidelijke van 't geen haar van vorm en vrouwelijk fatsoen nog ontbrak, als ontluikende schoonheid te doen uitkomen, en de rest als een belofte te laten gelden.

He felt way powerful having a physical control over this man who had interfered in his life so adeptly. The control was that of seduction.

I'm worried about Daniel. If what Emma suspects is true, and Othman was at Low Mede last night…" "Daniel wasn't there. There's nothing to worry about." "If Louis was telling the truth. You know Othman was interested in talking to Daniel." "Owen, you're paranoid!" Lily said. "What are you afraid of? That Pev has seduced your beloved?

He looked sleepy, sensual, dragged from a bed of lust, no doubt.

Seduction takes many forms and not all of them involve the body.

Sensuality oozed from her straining limbs.

Emilia, you are a bad girl. Is this how you pulled Kashday Murkaster's secrets from him? Pillow talk, they call it, don't they? All the great femme fatales of human history were adept at it.

Her white skin fairly glowed as if lit by some inner fire. Her lips were the colour of red wine, purple in the shadows, and her eyes, like a cat's, were oblique and dark.

I will give you meat, Salamiel thought, and once you eat of my offerings, you will be mine.

I am she who once lived within your father, but he cast me out at the old domain. I miss him so badly. I miss the warmth of flesh. Let me in, Dragon Heir. Let me lie comfortably within your skin. I can show you such delights.

Oh, Enniel, face reality. Shemyaza is no ordinary being. What would burn you or I might simply be the beat of a lover's body to him.

Sofia, Lily decided, was a person-eater. Not just a man-eater, although she'd undoubtedly gnawed a few masculine bones in her time. She was also a liar. Lily was intrigued by her, but also wary and a little frightened.

Lily found herself wondering whether his story was genuine. Perhaps he only wanted it to be. A sad chord sounded in her heart. He seemed at once lonely and deluded, waiting for the saviour he called Azazel. Lily felt Shem wold only laugh at him. No, she thought bitterly. He'll seduce him, then laugh.

Othman reflected, as he undid his belt to his leather trousers that it was so easy to manipulate them once they had the first taste.

Her gaze travelled down his chest to the dark coins of his nipples, which seemed to call for a halo of lips to encircle them, for eager teeth to bite them.

He was frightened of being seduced by this woman into believing she had their welfare at heart.

They danced together, bodies close, belly-grinding to the rhythm, invoking the demands of lust.

She visualised an image of dark, shady hallways, where fans turned slowly on the ceiling, parting the thick smoke of hashish; dark eyes behind a lattice, the low chuckle of feminine laughter, the swish of light cotton against polished floors. Such a strange summoning.

To Aninka, he seemed all bones and ribs, his skin stretched tightly over his body. His slim naked feet looked fragile. Aninka swallowed, thought Shem's boy. And understood immediately the root of Taz's desire. Shemyaza had touched this creature; part of him lived in Daniel.

No woman had aroused him as much since Ishtahar. Perhaps she was really telling the truth about herself.