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Of course men had one weakness: their insatiable desire for sex.
The sound of the storm was terrifying and painful, and seemed to echo inside of them. Mrs. Granger flipped the front porch light on, and with a curious and fearful stare, cocked her head to the side looking down.
Every seduction has two elements that you must analyze and understand...
She was a vixen with a commanding presence, despite her small frame, and while all eyes were on her, she was only interested in the heir to the Malfoy fortune.
It will then be child's play to mislead and seduce them...
In a world where women are often too timid to project such an image, learn to take control of the male libido by embodying his fantasy...
Like the sea, the Siren lures you with the promise of infinite adventure and pleasure...
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume you just got some sexual pleasure.”
It was so out of her nature but there was no turning back now...
"You’ll still be an annoying overachiever and no one wants to put up with a snob."
She is also a valuable prize to be wrested away from other men...
He was aroused and enchanted and all he could think about was what he wanted to do to her...
She was doing strange things to him...
He could feel her breathing, and figured it was best to just wait until she spoke...
Stir a woman’s repressed longings by adapting the Rake’s mix of danger and pleasure...
"You need to grow up and realize the world doesn't revolve around you..."
It was largely because of the transformation, if he was being honest with himself, but also because she was beautiful, really beautiful.
"Among the Rake's most seductive qualities is his ability to make women want to reform him."
"The cultivation of the pleasures of the senses was ever my principal aim in life. Knowing that I was personally calculated to please the fair sex, I always strove to make myself agreeable to it."
It was just a book, nothing more.
They long for completeness, whether the illusion of it or the reality, and if it has to come from another person, that person has tremendous power over them.
As she looked it over in wonder, the thought came to mind that it wasn’t the type of dress she would have picked out for herself, or the dress she would have imagined Draco Malfoy picking out.
“If you manage to correctly identify me before the unveiling at midnight, I’ll grant you one wish.”
They walked from the Great Hall out to the grounds, crunching the cold, dead leaves as they made their way to the open space of trees and grass leading down to the lake.
The red lipstick she had worn was almost gone and he had no clue where his jacket was.
All Minerva McGonagall wanted to do was help the three teenagers cope and get through the impending war as easily as she could, but to be honest, the thought of such young people having to fight chilled her to the bone.
Hermione’s father was reported missing Halloween night and her mother had desperately owled the school begging for Hermione to return home for the time being.
From the beginning, back when the three of them were looking in to Nicholas Flammel and the stone their First Year, she knew that her friendship with Harry would someday cause not only great happiness but great pain.
Experienced hunters do not choose their prey by how easily it is caught; they want the thrill of the chase, a life-and-death struggle – the fiercer the better.
It was cowardly to hide out, she knew that, but so much had happened in such a short amount of time that she didn’t care if people thought her ashamed or not – she just needed a break from all of it.
Something in his very core told him that this was fate but he had been wrong about that before.
The ethereal being caught between his claws.
Silence greeted her when she emerged on the inside of the portrait hole. The fire was on and warming the room casting shadows across the walls and giving her false hope that she wasn’t alone in the large dorm.
She’d be overjoyed when she saw it as they pulled away from each other’s embrace and he’d clasp it on for her. She’d say she loved him. Yes, that was how it would go.
Was this what a drunken kiss was like?
Isn't that what being Head Girl is all about?
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