Best Books On Seduction Novels & Stories

And I knew well what the cost would be not to play along when needed. I leaned in, resting lightly against him, fingers tracing idle patterns along his skin. I’d been taught this long before power ever came into my hands. Seduction wasn’t about bodies. It was about ego. “You don’t hesitate,” he said. “Not with your plans. Not with people. So, I am curious about why you would be willing to have me of all people as your partner.”

“You’ve been here before?” “Once or twice.” The woman smiled. “More than that.” I frowned. Damian shrugged. “I’ve had to attend family events.” “Interesting.” The assistant looked between us. “I’ll show you the selections prepared for Miss Bennett.” She led us into a private room, I nearly gasped. There must have been twenty dresses waiting, I turned toward Damian. “This is excessive.” I said “My grandfather doesn’t understand the meaning of the word.” I laughed. “Apparently not.”

Our erratic breathings echoed in the room as I held his shoulders. Was this why Beatrix chose sex to lure men? I didn’t know it would feel this good that it almost felt like I was sinning against my pack. I blinked and bit my hand so deeply to recover the logic that I seemed to have lost the second Luther kissed me. I’ve been kissed before. But never this way. I didn’t know kissing would be this addictive. Even with my hand bleeding, the pleasure that Luther was giving me still took over the physical pain. “Don’t give it to him all at once, dear. Leave just enough to make him keep wanting more,” I remember Beatrix saying before I left the wedding hall. “That’s the first rule of seduction.”

Fetish. She had been vividly staring into his eyes, all she could see was his hunger, eagerness and yearn for her- and the truth was she was guilty of having the same feelings for him too. He pushed his head against her ear, teasing her earlobes as she felt one of his palms leave her waist and trail down to her thighs as the other gently caressed her sides, frequently maneuvering over her breasts. She rapidly grabbed the palm that had quickly slithered it’s way underneath her laps, halting it from going any further.

He was barely aware that he was drooling until she suddenly straightened up, looking at him as she broke into a smile that, although she was trying to look naive, was actually extremely malicious. Damn it, had she always been that evil genius of seduction? How had he never noticed this before? Going back and forth several times, and bringing more to the table than was necessary for a dinner made for just two people, Charlie continued to rub and show off for him as much as she could as she set the dinner. Always as if everything was just an accident, she rubbed her breasts barely covered by her cleavage in his face, showed off her bare legs hundreds of times and even pretended to stumble so t

She was actually too tired to read but she had nothing else to do while waiting for Nicklaus. Tiana opened the book and started reading at first forcing herself but then she got lost in the story. It was a story about a woman who wanted to learn how to win the heart of a man she had loved for a very long time and a very beautiful woman who could capture any man's heart with just a look. In the book, the beautiful woman teaches the unwanted one how to seduce a man completely, body, mind, heart and soul. " Hmm... how to seduce a man"

My mind was elsewhere, replaying every glance, every inflection from the brief moments I’d spoken to him. Mr. Washington wasn’t like most Luxe clients. He didn’t dress his charm in flattery like how other men do it. He didn’t lean in too close or fill silences with rehearsed compliments. He’s just different, you know. He watched. He waited. And when he spoke, it was with the confidence of someone who expected the world to lean in and listen. And now he mentioned about “last night, whatever that meant. I dressed carefully, defaulting to something simple: cream culottes pants, a white silk blouse, hair tucked back just enough to show my hoop earrings. Luxe women didn’t just meet clients, they

It was old and dusty so she cleaned it and she finally saw the title “The art of seduction” Serafine read the title out loud. She sat down on her bed, opened the book, and the first image she saw made her close it back rapidly. “What the” She said while feeling shocked by what she just saw Serafine felt like her virgin eyes had just been corrupted. On the first page, was a clear picture of a male and female private part. She was about to throw the book away when she had a second thought. Serafine opened the book again, using her hand to cover the image as she read what was on the next page out loud

I asked him in a seductive tone. “I…” he hovered over me. “I want to f*ck you so hard…so hard until you cry out of pleasure.”

He moves like someone calculating leverage. His fingers slide beneath my shirt, his nails grazing my chest. “You’re stressed,” he whispers. “Let me fix it.” It is the same strategy he uses the first night we are together. He acts as if he is about to withdraw, as if he does not care whether I respond. Then, the moment my guard drops, even slightly, he pounces with that intoxicating, controlled seduction that always leaves me wanting more than I should. Before I can reply, his mouth meets mine, hungry, controlling, the kind of kiss that says he is setting the pace, not me.