Quotes About Seduction

All it takes is an ideology seductive enough to convince you to discard common sense.

Pursuit and seduction are the essence of SEXuality. It's part of the sizzle.

Jax Cassidy's ART OF SENSUALITY is searing, erotic and sexy!

And then she fell into his arms. It was what he'd dreamed of on sleepless nights, holding her, feeling the press of her breasts to his chest, the flare of her hips in his hands. He forgot all about where they were, why they were alone together. He forgot the risk of his dishonor and her ruin. There was still a corrupt beast inside him, waiting for this chance. All that mattered was that they were alone, and she was with him, and he wished he never had to let her go.

I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears.

Pale hair fell in waves to his shoulders, framing a face mortal females considered a sensual feast. They didn't know the man was actually a devil in angel's skin. They should have, though. He practically glowed with irreverence, and there was an unholy gleam in his green eyes that proclaimed he would laugh in your face while cutting out your heat. Or laugh in your face while you cut out his heart.

Strider's bedroom "The only thing hanging on the wall that wasn't a weapon was the portrait just over the bed. No. Not true, he thought then. The portrait was a weapon, too. Of seduction. In it Strider was utterly naked and whisking through the cloads like an avenging angel. He was holding a teddy bear in one hand and a stream of pink ribbons in the other. Anya had given him the nearly life-size monstrasity as a joke. But the joke was on her. He loved the thing.

He bit the inside of his cheek, Death purring wildy. The pleasure of her touch, even one so innocent, rocked him to the core.

Bianka," he said, his patience clearly waning. "This is not a game. Do not make me bind you to my bed." "Ohhh, now that I like. Sounds kinky." She darted around him running her fingertips over his cheek, his neck. "You're as soft as a baby." He sucked in a breath, stiffened. "Bianka." "But better equipped." "Bianka!" She patted his butt. "Yes?

A little tip for you, Winged Wonder. Don't threaten the woman you want to seduce." See Annabelle take control. He reached out, gently brushed his fingertip along her collarbone. "If it means saving your life, I'll do more than threaten you. I'll follow through. Best you realize that now, rather than cry foul later.

I plan to let Lysander rip the garment off me, make love to me in the dirtiest way possible, and then, while he's trying to catch his breath, drop the big, bad bombshell on him and run like hell. Bianka to Kaia

Pickup line... pickup line... she racked her brain until she found an explanation and brightened. "Mine would be—roses are red, violets are blue, if you don't do what I say I will kill you.

The word of the day is legs. Let's go back to my place and spread the word.

I cast a glance in my new admirer's direction. "You may call me Your Highness," I said. "Or Empress Beauty." He chuckled. I wasn't kidding.

So hot the pages should be on fire! [on Pleasures of the Night ]

Nicolai, the Dark Seducer as his people called him, had been in bed, but not alone. He was never alone. He was a man known for the violence of his temper as well as the deliciousness of his touch

That didn't change her plans, however. She would seduce him - and then she would slice his heart in two. A symbolic gesture, really. An inside joke between them. Well, for herself. He might not get". - Bianka of Lasyter

To stop himself from reaching out, he folded his arms over his chest, his shirt straining. Her gaze fell, locking on his left bicep. Damn. If she wanted him the way he wanted her, they were going to be in trouble. Lots and lots of pleasurable, oh, so wrong trouble. Again

Un pequeño consejo para ti, Maravilla Alada. No amenaces a la mujer que quieres seducir.

Tu boca es una boca de doscientos-dólares-la-hora, no una boca de cuéntame-todos-tus-secretos-o-te-mataré.-Lucius a Eden

The tops of her breasts pushed upward, beckoning. Lovely, so lovely. Yet they weren't what claimed his attention. Knives were strapped to every inch of visible skin. Some were twined with the bra's straps. Some were simply taped. With what, he didn't know. He only knew he liked it. A lot. Took him a while, but he finally dropped the last to the floor. He

You resist, and it drives me wild.

oh little piggies" thane said his voice soft yet dramatic. "such sweet treats. how you send so many women...into heat.

She didn't see her death in those eyes, as the book had promised; she saw her seduction. She'd almost—almost—allowed him to 'mark' her, just to feel his skin against hers. Hussy. He was the one chained, and yet he had power over her. He was strong, in body and in mind, and he exuded something—pheromones, perhaps—that drew slave-like desires from her.