Seduction
Quotes - True intimacy is built on safety, not seduction
“With
a wicked smirk, I part the Devil's lips. He invites me eagerly with want,
drinking me in like salted chocolate, savoring my blood on his tongue. He
thinks he has me. My muscles tense when he weakens, my power growing as his
desire burgeons.
It
shifts too suddenly. I gasp as he grabs me by the waist, pulling me firmly
against his body. His hand coils around my neck, lifting my lips to his. My
eyes shut instinctually, tasting the blood and honey on his tongue. The taste
deepens, layered like spiced sangria. I want more. I want it so much, it
consumes me. I press into him harder. He's ravenous, squeezing me, threading
his fingers through my hair, ruining my curls.
No.
My
eyes burst open, but I don't shatter his fantasy. Not yet. I come up for breath
as his lips find their way to my neck. I tilt my head back, glancing at the
stained glass ceiling. The upper hand is mine again when I push him against the
stone wall, furiously feeding him kisses to satiate his hunger. He grabs my
leg, pulling it around his waist. I balance myself against the cave, and with
my touch, crystals start to sprout.
Citrine,
ruby, and amber.
They
form into points, my own glittering weapons. Once they're not long enough, I
snap a piece off. The Devil mistakes my destruction as rapture. I play into it
further. Grabbing him by the collar, I spin us away from the wall, continuing
our tango over to the balcony. Wisps of my gossamer gown pool around my thighs
as he explores me. My fingers twist into his hair, pulling, stringing up his
appetite until he begs for more. And, once I have him truly at my mercy, I jab
the crystal straight into his back.”
―
Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea
“Corporations
and politicians know that they cannot seduce their public into buying what they
want them to buy or doing what they want them to do unless they first awaken a
sense of need and discontent. Make the masses uncertain about their identity
and you can help define it for them. It is as true of groups or nations as it
is of individuals.
They
can’t be seduced without being made to feel some lack. A group like an
individual can get mired in routine losing track of its original goals. Too
much prosperity saps it of strength. You can seduce an entire nation by aiming
at its collective insecurity, that latent sense that not everything is what it
seems. Stirring dissatisfaction with the present and reminding people about the
glorious past can unsettle their sense of identity, then you can be the one to
redefine it. A grand seduction.”
―
Robert Greene, The Art of Seduction
“The
vanity of man makes him believe that if a woman shuns him, she would snub
others as well, but, should man suspect that one is carrying on with someone,
he would imagine that she could be an easy lay for him as well. It’s all
because man tends to picture woman’s preferences through the prism of his
fallacies, and not in the mirror of her proclivities.”
―
B.S. Murthy, Benign Flame: Saga of Love
“Engaging
in intellectual conversations can be quite erotic. Seducing the mind adds fire
to the heart. The body then tends to follow.”
―
Omar Cherif
“Seduction lives in what’s held back. Not to
hide, but to leave space for discovery. Without mystery, curiosity dies.”
―
Marc Kandalaft
“Hang
your halo at the door, angel. You’re in my version of Heaven now, and you won’t
need it here.”
―
G. Eilsel, Deviled Eggs
“Success
can be a seductive lie—it promises freedom, but sometimes it only builds gilded
cages.”
―
Lawrence Nault
“True
intimacy is built on safety, not seduction.”
―
Marion Bekoe
“His
touch was fire and sin, a dangerous game between pleasure and surrender — and I
was already losing”
―
Weronika Brown, SZEPTY POŻĄDANIA.
“Is
that what my scent does to you?" He leaned in closer until I was all but
bathing in the heady cocktail of sex and desire pouring off him. Despite my
earlier admonition, his vampire beacon still blazed like a lighthouse at dawn.
Damn him. "Does it make you want to take off your clothes? Sit in my
lap?" He tilted his head a little to the side, dark eyes fixed on the side
of my neck. "Offer yourself to me?"
He
was looking straight through me. Wetness was already pooling between my thighs.
No, no, no. This was not happening.
"No?"
I cringed at how breathy and unsure I sounded.
Peter's
eyes darkened as he leaned in even closer. His presence, his scent---
If
I let him taste me, the pleasure would be unlike anything I had ever known.”
―
Jenna Levine, Road Trip With a Vampire
“His
fingers come to my chin, tilting my head so I am looking up into his black
eyes, the rage in them as hot as coals. 'You just think I ought to. That I can.
That's I'd be good at it. Very well, Jude. Tell me how it's done. Do you think
she'd like it if I came to her like this, if I looked deeply in to her eyes?'
My
whole body is alert, alive with sick desire, embarrassing in its intensity.
He
knows, I know he knows.
'Probably,'
I say, my voice coming out a little shakily. 'Whatever it is you usually do.'
'Oh,
come now,' he says, his voice full of barely controlled fury. 'If you want me
to play the bawd, at least give me the benefit of your advice.'
His
beringed fingers trace over my cheek, trace the line of my lip and down my
throat. I feel dizzy and overwhelmed. 'Should I took her like this?' he asks,
lashes lowered. The shadows limn his face, casting his cheekbones in to stark
relief.
'I
don't know,' I say, but my voice betrays me. It's all wrong, high and
breathless.
He
presses his mouth to my ear, kissing me there. His hands skim over my
shoulders, making me shiver. 'And then like this? Is this how I ought to seduce
her?' I can feel his mouth shape the light words against my skin. 'Do you think
it would work?'
I
dig my fingernails in to the meat of my palm to keep from moving against him.
My whole body is trembling with tension. 'Yes.'
Then
his mouth is against mine, and my lips part. I close my eyes against what I'm
about to do. My fingers reach up to tangle in the black curls of his hair. He
doesn't kiss me as though he's angry; his kiss is soft, yearning.
Everything
slows, goes liquid and hot. I can barely think.
I've
wanted this and feared it, and now that it's happening, I don't know how I will
ever want anything else.”
―
Holly Black, The Wicked King
“I’m
gonna fuck you now. It’s gonna be fast and hard because I’ve waited too long
for this, but we’ll go again right after, and then I’ll take it slow.”
―
J.T. Geissinger, Beautifully Cruel
“[Circe]:
What is the matter? Does my kiss offend you? Do I have bad breath from hunger?
Have I neglected to cleanse my sweaty armpits?”
―
Sarah Ruden, The Satyricon
“And
yet, and yet; it is a strange dance that the Fool must learn as he encounters
the Devil on his path. Like the serpent who offered Eve the fruit of knowledge,
or Samuel who seduced Lilith away from paradise, all knowledge comes from
darkness, and so we are drawn towards it. But darkness and evil are not the
same thing. We go to the darkness willingly, so we can, as Cormac McCarthy
wrote, “learn how to carry the fire”, but sojourn too long and we open the door
to forces we may not be able to pry ourselves from. Indifference, doubt and
scepticism form, as Kelly Braffet describes, the “logic that the Devil likes
most”, to trap us into the conviction not just of the absence of evil, but more
cynically, the non-existence of virtue. Thomas Aquinas rather beautifully
defined sloth as "sorrow about spiritual good", for perhaps it is not
that “the greatest trick the devil ever pulled is to convince the world that he
doesn’t exist” (Baudelaire), but rather the far superior and more hellish of
hoaxes, that God doesn’t either.”
―
Dr Aisling O'Donnell, THE MAP: Archetypes of the Major Arcana
“The
perfect seduction is ALWAYS noticed by others, but is NEVER approached”
―
The Conductor, The Jamange Line
“I
don’t want to fight you. But perhaps there’s another way I could win your favor.”
The
way he said it made her hearts pound and her body heat up. But even if her
hormones were moved, her ambitions remained unswayed.
“I’m
only going to say this one time, so hear me well. If you want me, don’t let
some bounty come between us,” she finally said. “I’m not playing games anymore.
Either it’s real, or it’s nothing. I will not be seduced away from my own
success.”
She
waited a long moment as he thought about it.
“You
win this one fair and square,” he finally said. “I suppose I wouldn’t want to
try lying to the Grand Inquisitor, anyway. I can prove myself on my own.” A
brief pause. “And we’ll see how you might be seduced.” The comlink went silent.
As
she and Sixty-Seven walked back to her ship, she watched Tualon’s ship take off
from just a few klicks away and zip into the sky.
Now,
this was a version of Tualon she could respect. Honest with himself and others,
ambitious and confident. She looked forward to seeing where the seduction might
come in. For all that she’d been drawn to him since they were children, he’d
always been neutral toward her, never felt that same tug. But now, freed from
the rigidity of the Jedi ways, perhaps he was finally realizing how powerful a
partner she might be.
They
would make a good team, but not if he thought he was in charge.
No
one could rule Iskat Akaris.”
―
Delilah S. Dawson, Inquisitor: Rise of the Red Blade
