Novel & Cerita Seducing Book

ANNOUNCEMENT: Due new policies of goodnovel, I have changed the title into an acceptable one. The previous title of this book was " SEDUCING THE PRESIDENT". Just to avoid any unexpected incidents, I must mention this issue that this book is still called " SEDUCING THE PRESIDENT" on other sites except goodnovel but the contents are all same. No need to think that someone has plagiarised the book. Original Author ANAMIKA ANA has made this tiny change to cooperate with goodnovel.

he whispered, his voice a seductive blend of authority and lust. I bit my lips. "I don't throw around suggestions lightly, Daddy." . As the water cascaded over us, the room filled with the heady scent of steam and desire. Dax's fingers traced patterns on my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent delicious shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but arch into his touch. We kissed, our breaths mingling with the rhythmic noise of the shower. Lost in the dance of passion, I moaned wantonly, my hands exploring his inked body as his hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and slit, making me all wet.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

Freya asked, feeling a bit shy. "No, I mean seductive loungewear. Silks. Lace. Things that look effortless but make him stay awake at night thinking about you," Anastasia explained. "But here is the most important part: Make him crave you. Make him want you, and then... starve him. Men love the chase, Freya. They like women who are confident and seductive, but they hate it when it’s too easy. If you give it to him on a silver platter, he’ll think you’re cheap. You have to be a prize he has to win."

Liora waited three nights before opening the book again. Her body still ached sweetly from Draven, but she was curious. She wanted something different this time someone intense, teasing, and a little dangerous in a new way. She opened the glowing book and whispered, “I want someone seductive and playful… but still very dominant. Someone who can tease me until I beg and then fuck me senseless.” The book glowed purple this time. Soft shadows moved across the floor, and a tall figure appeared from the darkness between two tall shelves.

My body betrays me and lets him in. I'm tasting him. It's delicious. That's the word I can use to describe his mouth. It's like we're both struggling to devour the other faster. Then I win, I think. I lower my back to the ground, knees on the floor and undo the rest of his belt. This will be great for Never Have I Ever. I'm sure by now my conscience is dead since it doesn't bother reminding me how wrong this is. I don't wait for revival, I steady one hand on his thigh, the other on the base of his cock then slowly wrap my lips around the head.

She replied, her voice trembling slightly. "Okay then, let me just enter you gently." He moved closer and positioned himself at her entrance. "Yes, okay." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, bracing herself for the sensation. "Okay, here we go." He slowly pushed his way inside her, his movements slow and gentle. She gasped softly as he entered her, her body adjusting to the sensation. She felt a wave of pleasure wash over her as he moved deeper, and she felt herself getting lost in the moment.

He tossed the book onto the bed beside her, its pages splayed open to an illustration of a woman arched beneath a man, his cock buried deep inside her. Ánh Nguyệt's breath hitched. Her fingers twitched against the sheets. "Look at it," Duy Nam commanded, voice low. She did. The arousal was instant—her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. The detailed sketches left nothing to imagination: limbs tangled, mouths open in pleasure, the slick slide of bodies. Duy Nam didn't wait. He pushed her back, his palm rough against the delicate fabric of her robe. "Tell me you don't want this." She couldn't.

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A slow, nasty little smile that made my heartbeat stutter. She walked over to me and sat on the edge of the bed. Her fingers touched my knee, slow and teasing, trailing up the inside of my thigh like she’d done it before. I gasped. My whole body lit up. And he was right there behind her, pulling off her top, sucking her neck, rubbing her breasts while she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue slid into my mouth before I could stop it. She tasted like sweet wine and secrets. Her hands cupped my tits. His hands shoved my thighs wider. And then he went down on me like he was starving. His tongue was, merciless.