The Art Of Seduction Review Novels & Stories

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.

It was a perfectly executed erotic romping…almost as if the two wolves were dancing the tango. The magnificent alpha and his beautiful mate rolled around with grace and sensuality, licking and lightly biting each other in a sexy hypnotic way that was intimate and absolutely seductive. The passion and intense desire that burned in their every move was just beautiful to watch. The alpha and his mate would briefly stop rolling around and just stare deeply into each other’s eyes with such blatant desire it felt as if they were having a steamy foreplay to crazy sex. Then they would get back to their romping.

she said as she watched him get up, put on his pants, button his shirt and then locate his jacket. She noted idly that it was like watching art in motion. His movements were graceful and fluid. There was no waste in energy. She never wanted to draw something so gorgeous in her entire life. Imogen had never seen a man create an orchestrated ballet simply for his personal grooming. She decided that she found it irressistable and charming. "Are you going back to your room?" He smiled at her before he nodded. She read the look in his eyes and it comforted her to know that they shared the same feelings.

He injected her with an amount that allowed her to by paralysed but aware of everything. He undressed himself and laid his clothes neatly on the end of the bed, while he waited for the sedative to kick in. He retrieved five scarves from her closet, he then proceeded to tie her to the bed so she couldn't move if the drug wore off early. Once she was secured to the bed he woke her up to gag her. As soon as the gag was in place he positioned himself above her. He made sure that she was fully aware of what was about to happen to her. Her fear was an aphrodisiac to him and this was one little pleasure he afforded himself. He ran his hand up her thigh to her stomach and then finally landing

His hands slid even downwards and he slid the dress even more, bringing it down up to my waist and my bosom was revealed for him to touch, gaze, and he bent even more to caress them with his mouth. I was again behaving as if I was hypnotized by his subtle seduction. The very next moment, he was neither gentle nor restrained to make me feel comfortable, and I was shocked that I was even enjoying his fierce kisses and pleasure was surging through my body. Sarah?? You idiot!! What the hell are you doing? Come back to your senses!! Sarah? The inner voice kept knocking on my head. Hmm? What? Stop this, immediately. You hate this man... How can you allow him to use it like this??

Pulling the cigarettes out of his mouth, he butt the end of the stick to the ashtray and returned back to his work, excitement making him unable to concentrate. °°°°° She smeared her lips with a red lip gloss, smacked her lips and stared at her tall self in the large mirror. She looked hot, sexy, irresistible. That's how it should be. She made her way out of the ensuite bathroom in the pent house and stopped at the door to watch the man clad in white boxer briefs and chugging down his glass of wine. His eyes met hers and she could almost feel his mouth run dry. "You're fuckin sexy Selene!" He says huskily staring at her clad in a black lingerie.

He saw how I melted in his one hand, like fine clay in the fingers of a sculptor. He was the sculptor I was nothing but a world dog art who came undone in his bed. With every touch he worshiped my body like a goddess. I never had to be this relevant to a man before. As forAlfred, I was relevant to him in the eyes of the crowd and also delicate as the shadows of the night bear witness to our moment of pleasure. I have never had to feel this seduction from any man before. His hands kneaded my breasts as his other hands snaked around my waist. I moaned his name, biting my lips as I drew him to myself.

Andrew's POV I had tried so many times to resist her. On business trips, I kept my distance, reminding myself she was my secretary and not the kind of woman I usually entertained. But right now, none of that mattered. She was all I wanted. Her allure was intoxicating and her body was too tempting. I craved her and I wanted to bury myself deep inside her sweet hole until she would tremble and beg me for mercy. Without hesitation, I slid a pillow beneath her back, tilting her hips perfectly for me. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. A soft gasp escaped her lips as our bodies aligned.

I persist He smirked, and began to come closer, the more he comes closer, the more I pull back till I slumped down on the king sized bed, but yet he didn't stop, he continue to lean forward while I sink into the bed, his eyes, those eyes are hypnotizing, his crazy features, I could barely look away from his face, his lips fuck, my breath quickened, and I clutch tightly to the bedsheet, my heart was throbbing, he's the kind of man that will set your body on fire with just his eyes, At this point I thought he was going to kiss me cause our lips were almost touching and just inches apart,

The challenge, the subtle resistance—it sparked something controlled but fierce inside him. He sat opposite her. The first touch was accidental, perhaps—her hand brushing his as she reached for her glass—but he allowed it to linger just enough for her to feel it. The electricity was immediate, undeniable. “This arrangement,” he said, voice even but dark, “is not just about files or contracts. It’s about control. Observation. Submission. And yes,” he let a slow, deliberate pause hang in the space between them, “pleasure.” She caught the inflection, the weight behind the word. Pleasure. As in she would be giving it, he would be taking it, and in turn, both would be learning—testing—measuring.