seduction - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The real seduction happened before we said a word, as if our souls recognised one another. The rest was all a divine dance toward the release of sweet passions, the kind that would weave our destinies together.
His desire to seduce me was the most seductive thing about him.
Emma smiled, knowing full well that Parker was about to seduce her. Even before he touched she felt his hands and her lungs expanded with briny air. His voice had the lilt she knew so well - his words soft with the smile that already played on his face. With the kiss came electric tingles, the desire to play.
From the hilltop the town was laid out as a living map. They sat in the summer brightness, feeling he early morning breeze that would be the only relief from the heat that day. Letty, in one fluid motion turned so that she was astride Mac, her dress riding up her thighs ever so slightly. Their gaze lasted a full second, enough for each to take in the face of the other. Nothing needed to be said, millions of years of evolution had already taken care of the message.
Seduction was what Clara did best, moving into Gordon's personal space with just the right look of heat in her eyes. She didn't just look at a man, she looked into him as if she knew his desires. With the kiss came the smooth touch of her body, poised, just the right blend of relaxation and tension.
It had always been written in their gaze, a chemistry, a seed of love, an invitation to learn about the other. Always with a crowd, they stood apart, hearts beating all the faster when a chance to talk came. Then one day Ian contrived a way for them to be alone, a chance for their bodies to communicate without the need for words.
He knows that once he kisses my neck my resistance will crumble. After just a few delicate touches of his warm lips my hands will start to do his bidding. They will fall down his back as my head swims, all previous thoughts stopped in their tracks. Now there is only one desire, one wish, and we both know it's just a matter of time before it happens.
I'm trying to be indifferent. It doesn't do to let someone with an ego like his know how much power he has. I don't lean in, don't make it easy or seem too keen. Then he brushes my hair back from my shoulder and moves in so close I can feel his lean body pressed up against me. I feel his warmth and already my mind has placed our lips together. But instead he leans in to caress my neck, slow and gentle. He's making me wait and I can hardly bare it. I want his lips now, I want his kisses. Then he cups my face in his hands and gives me what he knows I want.