Seduction Of The Innocent Book Novels & Stories

"They crave control, submission. Your job is to make them believe they have it, while never truly giving it away." The woman, who introduced herself as Elena, explained that the key to satisfying a man like Mr. Harrison was to play into his fantasies. She taught me the art of subtle seduction, the way a sultry gaze could make a man's blood boil, and how a simple touch could speak volumes. I listened intently, my mind racing as I tried to grasp the unspoken rules of this new game. "Your innocence is your weapon," she said, her dark eyes gleaming. "But don't let it consume you. Use it to your advantage."

The thought of not seeing her for a few days had compelled him to do this. He zoomed in only to be thrown off by her natural beauty. She looked ethereal- too beautiful for this ugly world. He leaned in unconsciously for a closer look, drawn by her beauty. His hand reached out on its own, tracing her features with longing. A few strands had fallen across her face. He ached... yearned to reach through the screen and brush them away, to feel her warmth against his fingertips. She was too innocent for sinful thoughts. Too pure for dark intents. But not for him. His demons saw her as an irresistible seductress. Her innocence fed his ravenous urges, her purity relentlessly tempting him to commit a

I only know one way to love, and while he may have burrowed deep into my being, he might not have truly glimpsed the devil lurking just beneath the surface of my gaze. He provoked me, taunted me, and as I realized that my love could go beyond boundaries, the hunter became the hunted. I broke him and captured him. He claimed he wanted me; well, now he has my full attention. Let’s see how he can endure the seduction of a damned soul. ****** THE HAND OF DEATH: Kaidën

You try like the desperate little whore you are — the one who’s already kneeling naked on a fur rug in a billionaire’s library with a lace choker on her throat, his cock in your mouth, and a leather-bound Shakespeare sonnet clutched between your trembling fingers. I wasn’t even supposed to be there. I was supposed to be in bed, dreaming about flower petals and table seating and the sound of “I do.” But I wasn’t dreaming. I wasn’t innocent. I wasn’t pure. I was Daddy’s. And my throat was full of him. “Mmhhff—thhh—” I tried, tongue already heavy, lips stretched wide, spit dripping down my chin in long, glossy strings as I tried to sound out the first word on the page. “Sh-shall I co-compare—”

\▪\ \▪\ \▪\ \▪\ I sat at the farthest table in the clamorous dinning hall, which is as luxurious as a school dinning hall can be, but comes short in dishing out five star meals regardless. It was lunch and I had an hour to exhaust, so I splurged the minutes on my favourite novel and managed to find myself immersed in the book despite the loquacious students airing their gossip so loudly. Seduction Of Sin. My guilty pleasure. I envied the female protagonist more than most. I clamped my thighs together as I climbed the crest of unbridled pleasure with Tarlia, the woman I secretly aspire to be, the woman being pleasured by the man of my scorching fantasies.

And he was bare-chested, she could see his strong and muscular upper body in front of her eyes! “Don’t you remember what happened last night, Cherry?” His voice was more like a whisper, husky and passionate. “You pulled me to bed. You seduced me, saying you’re cold, asking me to warm your body. And you moaned in pleasure as we kissed….” Siena felt her heart beat faster as if it wanted to jump out of her chest. No! That was impossible! Had she lost her mind? Ah, she remembered taking too much sake! Then her head felt heavy and….

Wild fantasies grew in his head of seducing the innocent neighbor and having his way with her, learning what to do with her body just as she learned what it felt like to have a man pleasure her. He was still looking out at the removal men as they ferried furniture into the house but he wasn't really concentrating on what he was seeing. Instead, he was thinking about it - how good it would be. He could see her in his mind. She'd be small, shy. He'd win her round and seduce her.

“I wanted to hear what happened. It was getting to the good part.” Owen smiled, “Yeah, it was. We want to hear the next chapter. It’s two against one. You’re outnumbered.” Regina glared at him as she opened the book to the page where he left off. She steadied her voice and read it like nobody else except Mrs. Bennet was listening. The scene was very erotic. The couple in the story kept denying their feelings for each other until one stormy night they got stranded together in a cabin in the middle of the woods.

Staring at her seductive figure as she laid on the bed, with her hair neatly packed and her flawless skin, glistening under the moonlight, I swallowed. No woman would match her aura. She gave of the aura of a seductress and watching her sleep; I couldn’t help but feel a bit possessive of her. She was mine to use and the thought of it, was thrilling. I couldn’t believe that the beauty from my party, whom had refused to cast me a second glance, was now under my mercy.

It's hard to resist this kind of seduction, but I know I have to be careful not to get too involved. As I try to get up, I feel his steady hands grip my waist and I hear his hoarse voice ask where I think I'm going. "I was about to finish my reasoning, but he interrupted and started all over again." Our evening was so perfect and showered with lots of yummy sex, the fucking man! Too much climbing.