The Heart Of Seduction 소설 & 이야기

Selene splayed her arm on his chest and tilted her head, heart racing and adrenaline washing over her in waves. He was dominating this time, and she let herself enjoy the feeling of him kissing her. He tasted heavenly and she was already feeling her own wetness. He slid his arm up her dress, fingers trailing along her exposed thighs. Her breath shuddered as he trailed his hand along the line of her panties. She threw back her head as he trailed hot kisses down to the nape of her neck, sucking gently on her skin. She wanted him, hell she doesn't give two shits if he's just her secretary. So she dug her dug her fingers into his soft hair and tugged at it, her free hand sliding into his shirt a

Here I am, in Richard's arms, watching him sleep peacefully. It's strange for me to be in this position, since after my disastrous marriage, I closed myself off to romantic relationships. I dedicated myself completely to my ex-husband, and he ended up cheating on me. But with Ricardo it's different, he attracts me in a way that I can't explain. He is extremely handsome and knows exactly how to bring me to ecstasy in bed. It's hard to resist this kind of seduction, but I know I have to be careful not to get too involved.

Lovely. "When a woman dances with a man, she feels safe. It's a special sort of intimacy, one that promises love. So tonight, my dear boy, you will take her out onto the dance floor and stare deep into her eyes as you waltz. Seduction is not always about what happens between the sheets. Do you understand? Seduce her heart."

With Jean or any man it was always much easier to deal with, because it's just satisfying the simple human being: attraction, hard-on, and most importantly an instant need for pleasure. Adam Arnault doesn't. It is not just attraction or horniness that he desires. It is a race, where the way is much more important than the finish. He is in no hurry, though he doesn't fail to show his intense interest. He puts me on hold, with my expectations always left unfulfilled, as well as his requests that have not been met by me so far. It is literally me having to drag a rock for him to do so as well. So I need to give the CEO a response to match his expectations, and to do this, it is no longer enough

That dejected look. He grabbed her by her hips. And her eyes were glimmering as she looked up. And he felt his heart expand and fill up with tenderness. He gave in. To her force, to her seduction, to her heat. It was hard not to. It would need him tens, millions of years to find that kind of resistance, and even then he wouldn't have found the will to resist. She was s quicksand, pulling him in with a force that was not necessarily bad. No, it was good, very good.

“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!

I smiled at him, feeling proud of Sofia and Pascini. This place really is awesome. "So can I invite you home to have a night cap with me?" James asked suggestively while his hand softly travelled up and down my arm Oh boy.... I feel my whole face begin to blush. My pulse is increasing and my heart feels like its going to burst any second now. mmmh! My body is screaming YES! But my mind yelling right back "HELL NO!" Why does everything with this man have to be so darn complicated?

“Allow me to show you the pleasures of this age—lessons from the past that can unlock your deepest desires. Trust me, and I will teach you things that transcend time.” He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her collarbone, then sliding down to her waist. Her breath hitched as he pressed a soft kiss to her neck, his lips warm and insistent. “Let’s indulge in the art of seduction,” he murmured. “Roleplay, history, and the thrill of surrender. Together, we can rewrite more than just history.” Alara’s mind spun with conflicting thoughts—doubt, arousal, the seductive pull of the past. She surrendered to the moment, letting her body respond as he guided her into a dance of domina

“One touch…one whisper…one kiss, for you know who I am.” “What is going on here?” “Kismet…rings of truth; you are the only one who can give this silhouette of mine a name, face. Open your heart than your mind will open. For now you still created darkness where you find yourself within the grip of treacherous longings. You smiled finding yourself in a situation of seduction and fantasies. You had forgotten about the obsession and deception. Only you can color the picture right, Sammy.”

They told him wordlessly that it hurt her just as much. All the voices in his head screamed warning and he struggled not to slide to the delusional joy once again, but her eyes were proved to be his undoing. They might have tempted him with their lies, but they were the reason his dead, frosted heart ever stopped feeling numb. While part of him thawed, another part of him refused to give in to temptation. He reminded himself that she was a seductress. Like any of her kind, she had a way of looking at a man as if he were the only thing that mattered.