Seduction Face Novels & Stories

"You're manipulative," he continued. "And it won't work." "Then walk away with that erection, your loss." She taunted him. His face twisted in anger mixed with restraint. He lunged forward suddenly and gripped her chin hard, his thumb digging into her cheek. She smiled at him seductively. "I've always liked men who are in control. I got wet for you, why are you resisting?" He swallowed tightly. "Is that what this is?" he said. "Seduction?"

He knows exactly how to drive her to the edge, then pull her back for the delicious fall. She watches, a slow, knowing smile touching her lips, as he tears open a condom packet. Her gaze tracks the deliberate journey of his hand, rolling the latex slowly down the throbbing, engorged length of him. Her core clenches in hungry anticipation, a deep ache demanding to be filled. Celeste places one hand on his shoulder, her fingers digging slightly into his warm skin, and her other hand presses flat against the cool marble, bracing herself. She steadies for the weight, for the glorious, inevitable press of him, for what comes next.

“We stand here and let the sea show us how to look. It stares at the shore every second and never apologizes.” “Is this your trick?” Selina asked, smiling. “Seduce with metaphors until I forget the room service menu.” He smiled back, but it came slowly. “I do not use tricks. I use attention. Most people find it more dangerous.” He took the chair opposite and sat forward, forearms on his thighs, hands open. It was a posture that let her see he was not reaching and also that he could, easily, if she wanted him to. The lamp carved his face into angles that belonged on a coin. He looked like he could be kind. He looked like he could be certain. Both things were equally disarming.

ONE GOOD SEDUCTION BAGGED. A faint surprise creased my face. I couldn’t believe Shalling had fast-forwarded the whole thing, saving me the trouble of thinking and devising a plan. Wow. “Yes, I want to make out with you. I want to know how it feels to be tamed by a fellow girl.” “You’ll find out shortly,” she said, stepping closer. “Do you want foreplay or straight to the pussy?” she whispered, peering into my face with a lovely, practiced seduction.

Hair wild like that vision, clothing dark and out here in the night, it's creepily reminiscent. “Oh, I know he likes you. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. But I also know wolves. Hormone-fuelled virgin Hommes of a certain age who start to get antsy and fall victim to the oncoming haze….. And I know men. It’s easy to say forever until something more tempting walks by. Should we test it? Do you think your little loyal puppy could be swayed by someone he finds attractive? I mean, we’re identical…. Fucking me could almost be the same as fucking you…. I wonder if it's just the face he likes…..one way to see, I guess.” She moves against him, full-on seduction mode initiated, and flattens a palm

he sighed, surrendering, while mechanically rearranging his messy hair into the same messy look. “Seems like the big bad wolf is putty in my hands,” I teased while grabbing a fistful of his thin dress shirt, brining him closer to me so his lips would go back on mine. A disturbingly arousing growl was all the answer I was given before he made sure to show me just how much I, too, was affected by him. This was an alpha’s seduction, baby, and alphas do not fail.

And as the two men kissed each other senseless, Troy had just one thought… The seduction had begun!

I couldn't stop myself from pressing on his face and as I was getting closer he suddenly stopped so I was hanging on but he just leaned me against the wall then he immediately raised his leg and I was surprised when something hard came in so I hugged him him. "ahhhgodsykes" he ran to me very fast. "ahhh" I was shaking too much from what he was doing. "sorry baby, you seduce me and I can't stop it" he whispered on my lips and claimed to be bou so I just let him go.

Marek murmurs, damp bronze strands littered across his forehead, silvery blue mark winking through. I steady myself, hands gripping the cold porcelain of the bath. "You're wrong." He bites the edge of his lip, leaning forward so the water stirs, brushing against my numb body. There's something about the way he looks at me that feels so real. It's so ingrained in my mind, leaving me unable to shake it. Marek is beautiful, each detail of his fact left perfectly memorised in my head. "You still want me," he breathes, the water gleaming on his arms, shoulders and chest. My breath shudders as I try not to give into his seduction.