Seducing Book Novels & Stories

he said, voice low, “until I say you’ve earned the right to come.” Then he leaned back and opened a book—reading, stroking her thighs absentmindedly, while she sat impaled, throbbing, dripping, trembling on his cock. It was torture. Delicious. Cruel. Absolute. ⸻ An hour passed. She was shaking. Desperate. Begging with her eyes. He closed the book. “You may move now.” She rode him like her life depended on it. And when she came, he pulled her against his chest and thrust up into her, hard and brutal, until he exploded inside her with a groan.

He crossed his legs, the book resting on his knee, and began to read. His voice was deep, resonant. It wrapped around me like smoke, seeping into my lungs, making it hard to breathe. He read slowly, his eyes never leaving the page, but I could feel his attention on me. "'He could feel her, feel her in the dark, feel her body and her spirit, and he knew that she was his. She was his, and he was hers, and nothing else mattered.” My breath came faster. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the heat building between my legs, the wetness already seeping into my panties. This was stupid. I was letting him win.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

” “I guess you’re right.” “You don’t have to guess, I’m always right with tips like this.” She smirked while I playfully rolled my eyes. “You can’t just make him yours by sitting like an old piece of sack. This time, you must read my seduction tips. I bet you didn’t even open the book?” she asked. “I actually did and only read a few of them, but now, I certainly will check them all out. If being the Luna will help me out then seducing him to get into his head would be a perfect opportunity to achieve what I want to achieve, right?”

He laughed and picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him and he carried her from the kitchen with the dinner entirely forgotten and she did not object because she had learned, over the past year, that some things were more important than not burning the onions. In the amber room he laid her down and took his time — his mouth unhurried against her throat, her collarbone, the soft skin of her stomach — and she moved under him with the easy responsiveness of someone who knew exactly where this went and had no interest in rushing to get there. "The book," she said at some point, breathlessly. "Is two hundred and forty pages," he said against her hip. "It can wait." She stopped arguing.

“You really are interesting…” She could feel his smirk against her neck. Her stupidity and confidence had disappeared and she was melting at that moment. She could feel his body pressed against hers, she could smell his cologne and his shampoo... She could also tell that he wasn't as amused as he sounded. Yet she couldn't help but lower her guard slightly. It was most likely because of the way he played with her hair. How did he know she liked that?

They have a great resemblance and will pass as brothers. But where is he? At that point, I wanted to ask Bryce that so I immediately turned to face him but that was how fast my chest was beating when suddenly the light went out and the only thing I could do was to rush to the shelf which is behind me even though I can't squeeze in there anymore. I silently breathed in the sudden heat coming from the body of whoever approached us, but since there were only the two of us inside, I was sure who it was. His not-so-strong scent gnawed at my sense of smell because of the distance we had now. He was very close and even though I couldn't see him, I couldn't move away because I had nowhere else to go

It was Rue and with my consent, she walked in with a smile as she surveyed the room, her smile getting broader. “He liked it?” she asked and I shook my head in denial. Ever since the night before, when he had made me touch myself, I had felt certain pleasurable sensations that were difficult to describe. It was blissful and felt really good and I knew I could do anything to feel it again. I sought advice from Rue to help me seduce Alistair. I wanted him to want me, every part of me, and still wouldn’t be satisfied of me.

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 murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j