Adeline Frost Nude Novels & Stories

XANDER’S POV I stared at the TV screen in horror. The videos and pictures flashing before my eyes seemed unreal. Adeline, dancing seductively in her underwear, her naked pictures in hotels. It was a nightmare. "CEO of AD Jewelry, Adeline, exposed as a fraud," one headline screamed. "Her real source of income: sugar daddies," another blared. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Beside me, Adeline crumpled to the floor in shock. She didn't cry or scream. She just stared at the screen quietly, as if the life had been sucked out of her.

I find the zipper of her pants and pull it down, my finger slowly grazes the top of her underwear and Adele moans lightly fueling my intense hunger for her. I slide my finger into her underwear and touch her moistened core, her moans hit the roof and my body tenses hard. This woman will surely be the death of me, I can feel it and I can see it. She is making a mess of everything I have worked so hard for. I slowly let go of her lips but my face is only an Inch away from her. “Undress for me, Adeline” Like she is being controlled, she immediately yanks off the remaining item of clothings on her body and after a while, she is standing completely naked in front of her, her erect nipples looking

This time the door stood wide open, like she was expecting me, like she knew I wouldn’t dare be late. I stepped inside without knocking. Adeline was already there, behind her desk, and she looked… fuck. She wore a black blazer, but it was open down the front, and underneath was red lace lingerie that barely covered anything. The cups of the bra were sheer, her nipples dark and hard against the fabric. Black stockings hugged her long legs, the lace tops digging into her thighs just enough to leave little indents. High black heels caught the desk light and gleamed. She sat with her legs crossed, one foot dangling, and the second I walked in, her eyes locked on mine, and she didn’t say a word.

Adeline sighed and continued toward the treeline. Stopping within the thick foliage she turned to me and said, “Zoya explained the process and that my bones will break to reform. It sounds painful.” Shaking my head, I told her that the first time was more scary sounds, but after each shift, it became easier. “Shall we,” I grinned slightly and pulled off my blouse. The morning air carried a bit of a chill that my nipples reacted to instantly. “Fall is near and soon snow,” I commented sourly as I crossed my arms and waited for Adeline to undress.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he closed the door with his foot, shutting out the storm raging outside. Rosa’s white nightgown was completely drenched, clinging to her body like a second skin. The thin, transparent fabric revealed every curve and every detail. Her full breasts rose and fell with her irregular breathing, and her pink nipples, hardened by the cold and rain, stood out against the fabric in an almost obscene way. Adalberto swallowed hard, feeling heat rising up the back of his neck. Fuck… this isn’t the time for that, he thought, struggling against himself.

I lay on the bed. The gorgeous woman, Ada, walks into the bedroom. She is completely nude. Her large natural breasts hang in my face for a moment as she climbs onto the bed and straddles my face. "Make me come!" she whines in her lovely, lilting accent as she begins to grind on my face. Her trimmed bush lightly, pleasantly rubs against my upper lip.

Adele The night seemed to go on and on, and not only was I slightly dizzy from drinking too much, but also I was cold from sitting in my panties in the damn woods. It was my idea; I was the one that started playing this stupid game. No one had forced a gun to my head. The crazy part was that Chanel felt bad so she had stripped to her underwear too, before it was even her turn. Neither of the guys protested about it. I did, a bit, but once again I felt like the stick in the mud at even suggesting that she should keep her clothes on, when everyone was happy for her to be naked.

The next morning, Ash showed up at the cabin. Raven felt him before she saw him. The mate bond contracted painfully, like a fist closing around her heart. She stood at the window with forgotten coffee when his presence registered immediate, overwhelming, impossible to ignore. She watched him emerge from the forest. He moved slowly, deliberately, every step rigid with control. His clothes were soaked, his hair plastered flat. He looked like a man who'd spent the night in the rain because he wouldn't let himself do anything else.

Exposed in the slanting afternoon light. Adele stripped herself—hoodie, tank, bra, jeans, panties—clothes hitting the floor in a careless pile. Naked, she was a mirror of Nora at twenty-one: leaner, sharper, but the same full breasts, same curve of hip, same constellation of freckles across collarbones.

Before me, George had his hands on her thighs and she looked uncomfortable. “What is going on here?” Adeline stood in the middle of the room, clad in a skimpy bikini outfit huddled next to a guy with spiky blond hair showing them the pictures and George apparently trailing his fingers up her thighs. I could clearly read the discomfort in her gaze. It wasn’t a question. I knew what was going on here. The rumpled bed, the setup, the outfits...they were all in the middle of a photoshoot with Adeline as their model. It looked like something out of a p**n magazine except clothed.