Seduction Face Novels & Stories

“Don’t mash faces. Lips part naturally. Use your hands.. cup the face, or rest one on the waist.” His free hand settled lightly on my hip over my dress, thumb stroking a small circle. The pressure was innocent, but my body didn’t get the memo. Heat bloomed where he touched. He explained more to me, like how to read body language, the importance of lubrication and foreplay, why rushing clitoral stimulation could backfire if she wasn’t warmed up. He spoke clinically at first, like a teacher, but his voice softened as he moved into the practical demo. “Seduction isn’t loud. It’s drawing someone in without words sometimes. Eye contact. A lingering touch. Making them feel seen, desired.”

“On your knees.” Sophia dropped instantly, gracefully, her eyes already glazing with something like devotion. The sight sent an unwelcome pulse of heat between my thighs. I pressed my legs together, ashamed of my body’s reaction. Professor Voss addressed us. “Notice how he doesn’t rush. Seduction is not about speed. It is about breaking the mind before claiming the body.” Damien finally touched her — just one finger under her chin, tilting her face up. He spoke softly, but the microphone carried every word to us.

I said while resting my head on the table like tons of weight was kept on my head still looking at his face. “So he told you to do whatever you want to do,” he asked me in a confirming tone. I nodded my head. He moved his head in understanding and opened his mouth “just to let you know you are in such a big problem and for you, only one solution is there to make him listen and he won't even avoid you,” he said while looking at me. “And what is that,” I asked him with shining eyes while lifting my head. “The art of seduction,” he said with a mischievous smile.

I sucked in a breathe and hopped into the car, watching as he made his way over to the drivers seat and leaned closer to him, so close his senses would be filled with my cologne. “And what exactly would you do to tame one?” I asked in a sultry way, biting my lower lip. He turned to look at me, his green orbs searching mine and slowly dropped to my lips. I watched him lick his lower lip rather slowly that I clenched my thighs tightly. “Wouldn’t you like to know, buttercup?” He asked, leaning closer to me, so close I could feel his breath fanning against my lips but he drew back, smirking at my disappointment.

she said her words with a fast beating heart, she could tell he wanted her to stay, he was seductive still his desire to seduce her was the most seductive thing about him. Seduction was what Leon did best, getting up from bed and moving into evelyn's personal space with just the right look of heat in his eyes she burned with anticipation at what was to come, his towel was hung loosely on his hips which revealed his carved torso and abs, subconsciously she wetted her lips

The dirty-talking voice mixed with curious toddler and whiney tween just wasn’t cutting it, I needed to do more. I tucked my hair behind my ear and slowly looked up to meet his gaze, giving him the innocent puppy eyes—a classic seduction strategy. You’re doing it Jenna. No I wasn’t because he was still sitting beside me on the bed, staring at my theatrics. If all this didn’t move him then what would? “Just give up, Jenna. You’re not pretty enough to sway Conrad Declan.” my annoying inner voice told me. With a crushed resolve, I stood up but before I even realized it, he held my wrist and gently pulled me backwards. The world seemed to tilt as I fell back onto the soft mattress with him leani

But she was weak from his touch—the electricity that flowed in her inside. “I don't want anything,” she managed to say, her eyes fixed on the face of a man as handsome as Alexander. “I—” It was too late. He shut her with a kiss.

My breasts were freed and a cold breeze blew towards it, making my nipples extra sensitive. Before I could say flapjack, Henry captured one of my pink buds into his mouth and sucked lightly, biting gently before moving to the other one. I threw my head back in pleasure and savoured every moment. I don’t care if either of us ended up regretting this moment later because yes, the wait was worth it. I hadn’t planned on seducing him to my bed at the beginning but if this is what I get for trying that hard to get him to be mine, then I guess I did right.

Mission seducing starts. ************************************ How is it ?

His posture is relaxed, but there’s a tension underneath it, which ignites something in me. His face isn’t the perfect kind that belongs on screens. It is one of a kind, meant to seduce people like me: A jaw made for secrets, a mouth that looks like it forgets to smile, lips that look like they can kiss the sense out of me, and hair that is a good length to tug on when he gives pleasure. I bite my lip to restrain a moan that almost escapes me as I feel my body stir.