Novel & Cerita The Taste Of Seduction

He moves like someone calculating leverage. His fingers slide beneath my shirt, his nails grazing my chest. “You’re stressed,” he whispers. “Let me fix it.” It is the same strategy he uses the first night we are together. He acts as if he is about to withdraw, as if he does not care whether I respond. Then, the moment my guard drops, even slightly, he pounces with that intoxicating, controlled seduction that always leaves me wanting more than I should. Before I can reply, his mouth meets mine, hungry, controlling, the kind of kiss that says he is setting the pace, not me.

He said it as he lifted me like I weighed nothing. I didn’t fight him. The musky scent of his cologne was too distracting. He smelled like seduction. He set me on a table, and I looked around, realizing we were in an office. His office. Then it clicked. He owned the bar. “Someone will bring you a glass of water,” he said. “It’ll help sober you up.” Like a child, I pouted and folded my arms. “I’m not drunk.” His gaze slid from my eyes to my chest, and my hands dropped. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. My pulse raced, anticipating his next move. He looked like he might kiss me any second, and I didn’t know if I should be terrified or flattered.

he said with mixed emphasis before bowing and catching my gaze. I swallowed. When else has he been critical of my actions? “It’s nothing. I was just starving . . .” I trailed off. “Hmm, I’m hungry too,” he whispered. Because we were so close to each other, I could almost smell his hot breath hitting my cheek. I bent down and tried to hide the redness on my face. Damn it! Is he seducing me? Really, right inside the elevator?! I was pinned when his lips touched my cheek. He didn’t move his hand on me, but it was even tighter, as if he wanted to crush my bones.

I whispered in his ear, seductively. He stares at me intently then his gaze down into my lips. Thanks for the movie, Fifty Shades of Grey, for the seduction lessons. I bit my lower lip. I smiled when I saw him swallow, his Adam's apple we're moving up and down. our gazes locked each other, " Sleep!" my eye changed color to fiery red. Then Braden started to feel sleepy. I hold him tight and in a moment he sniffed my scent and hugged me tightly. I felt his hard manhood limp as he dozed off.

It is a sweet seduction that sends a rush throughout my body. “Baby, do you want me? I breathe deep. In. Out. Within a split second, I'm there again; it is like I never left. All the lust, all the craving, the desire to feel her hot flesh boils over me again. I close my eyes, and everything around me has faded, everything but her. The only thing that matters is feeling her soft lips tasting mine. She pulls me closer by the seams of my jeans; slowly, she starts unbuttoning them.

My breath shudders as I try not to give into his seduction. He reaches out, touching my leg under the water, the feeling so real I gasp. "Do you remember how my touch used to make you feel?" A burning need rears up within me, to grab him and pull him toward me. Fight the urge, knowing this isn't real, knowing that I can kiss him in this moment and I will wake tomorrow feeling nothing but regret. "Admit it to me, that you still want me," Marek continues, the firmness in his voice enough to convince me to admit it, to believe it.

Taking my time, I parted her legs, spreading them wide, my hands firm on her thighs as I leaned in. Her eyes locked onto mine, wide and filled with anticipation. I didn’t break the gaze, not until my mouth closed around her. The second my tongue flicked against her, her head dropped back against the bed, a loud moan spilling from her lips. Her hand reached up, grabbing her breast as her back arched off the mattress. “Fuck,” she gasped, her voice trembling as I worked her slowly, my tongue moving in deliberate strokes. Her taste was addictive, sweet and entirely hers. I devoured her like she was my last meal, my hands gripping her thighs to keep her in place as she squirmed beneath me.

You'd wonder why I keenly followed a stranger, that's because I didn't care anymore, the sting of their betrayal left me completely shattered and I was numb to care about whatever would happen to me. THE SEDUCTION SUITE, that's the name of the club, as it was highlighted boldly in bright neon lights. As we stepped inside, the loud sound of blaring music, the thick air with intoxicating scents of perfumes, drinks and sex, flooded my head. The gleaming bar, stretched like a ribbon, lined with stools that shined in the light, rows of bottles arranged like Jewelries, and the bartender focused on mixing drink with flourish.