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.

“We need another shower.” “I don’t want to move right now.” Troy sighed. “If you don’t want us to, we won’t.” “Great,” Troy mumbled as he closed the distance between their mouths and lightly traced the seam of Philip’s lips with the tip of his tongue. He smiled when Philip shuddered violently in reaction. “He wants me.” He breathed triumphantly and then proceeded to capture his confused mate’s mouth in a plundering kiss. And as the two men kissed each other senseless, Troy had just one thought… The seduction had begun!

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.

When she was unconscious, he took her to his playground, for a little bit of fun, his fun! An image on the television screen brought him out of his thoughts, he was glad to see Detective Sierra Ryans. He was quickly seeing her as a worthy adversary, he didn’t deny that she was very attractive and did things to his body that equals what torturing does! He ached to have her quiver under his touch. He as wanted to break her ever since she worked on the Doorman Murders. He has broken all types of women, but his favorite were strong, defiant, independent women; they put up the most fight! He watched Sierra for months, observing how she handles situations and prove over and over again to be q

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,

All I see is their hands, moving against their bodies in a hunger I have never felt. It feels like forever I watch them and I feel disgusted with myself for not tearing my eyes away. But I can’t. She is like a charmer controlling a viper. She is not his equal. She is above him. He begs her for release, for touches, for tenderness. She is not embarrassed or ashamed of who she is. She is only seduction in human form, a siren on land. I want her courage. They dance in the way only lovers do, with unbridled passion, until finally he cries out softly into her neck and she tucks her dress down and plants a soft kiss upon his lips. I can smell the scent of passion and it smells like sweat. They do