Adeline Frost Nude Novels & Stories

There was no sea, no lovers, no ship—only the two of them, and a room still carrying the traces of last night’s breath, now feeling tighter than before. Clothes began to fall onto the bed—the bra first, flying briefly before settling, followed by the shorts, then Adel’s clothes. Heated breaths filled the room, and the sofa beneath them creaked and swayed. Afterward, Naomi rose and stood naked by the cabin’s glass window, gazing at the sea—unafraid, stripped not only of her clothes but of fear itself. Adel stood and approached her quietly, step by step, equally bare, shedding with his clothes the thoughts that had haunted him about Nelly. He placed his hands on her shoulders and said softly:

I gulped lightly before walking back to the bed to cover her up fully. Events of the night came back flowing into my head as I pulled the duvet to cover her whole body, leaving out only her head. I sat beside her as I grazed my finger tips against her cheek. The image of Adele's nakedness was one which would stay glued in my head forever. I thin waist, firm breast, smooth skin were all I needed to lose my composure.

The scent of dark roast coffee pulled Nora from the haze of sleep. She padded out of the guest room barefoot, wearing nothing but a loose tank top and boyshorts. It was summer, and the heat in the city apartment made her skin glisten. The hardwood floor was cool beneath her toes, and the sun filtered through the blinds in soft golden stripes. She hadn’t even rubbed the sleep from her eyes when she turned the corner and stopped dead. Adrian stood in the kitchen, shirtless.

There was no way she could be more beautiful and sexier and I couldn't wait any longer to take her home. "Guys, I think the party's over!" I commented with a smile. "I bet Hannah sent a photo! Adele's been full of ideas." Don laughed. "Photo? Tell us about it!" Douglas wanted to know and I laughed. "My crazy girl sends me sexy photos wearing nothing but lingerie that drives me crazy," I explained. "Yeah and he sends nudes to her and now Adele's interested in getting my nudes." Don snorted. "Now imagine, me sending nudes to my girlfriend, knowing she's going to do exactly like Hannah and show them to the girls!"

So Frost had been pondering that case all along! Is this for real? There are two women in this mansion, one being the enchanting personal female butler who always flaunted her F-cup bust; the other being the ambiguous relationship female patient, actually taking a bath in Frost's house, and even shamelessly running out naked! Was Frost so indifferent and oblivious to all this? I just can't understand this man! Jasmine's feelings towards Frost at this moment became even more complex, with added admiration and yearning.

Yusuf said in his neutral professional voice. Killian nodded. "You are dismissed," he said, his hands curling in fists and shoved in his pocket. I looked back at the photograph. My hand shake a little and my vision blured for a moment. I shook myself and ground myself into reality. Adeline had cigarette burn marks on her arms, the gruesome scene was bloody as they were fresh and first photos of the crime scene, her lips blue and her eyes bulged out. Her dead and lifeless body on the bed.

Adrienne made her way downstairs to the kitchen, feeling famished after her bath. She hadn't even bothered with clothes and was completely nude. Hurriedly, she went to the fridge and grabbed a can of cola which she promptly polished off in a minute. As she was making her way back upstairs, the door opened and Daniel walked in. "Really? Every day, naked?" Daniel asked incredulously, shaking his head. Adrienne smirked, "Morning, baby." Daniel rolled his eyes, "You're always either half-naked outside or completely naked inside."

He did not have any arousal. Frostina frowned in the dim candlelight. She thought he was exhausted from training. She tried harder to stimulate her fiancé by moving her hips, riding his thighs with a wet friction. She touched her breasts, pushing the red silk down to expose her pale skin to his eyes. "Look at me, Ardon," Frostina demanded, panting loudly as she rubbed her wet core against his soft length. "Feel how wet and ready I’m for you. Claim me now."

The thought, terrifying as it was, held a seductive appeal. She was lost in this internal battle when the door to her suite quietly opened. Layla jumped, startled, her heart leaping into her throat. She hadn’t heard him approach. Colden Frost stood framed in the doorway, a dark, imposing silhouette against the brighter hallway. He wasn't wearing a suit, but a simple, perfectly fitted black t-shirt that stretched taut across his broad chest, hinting at the sculpted muscle beneath. Dark jeans clung to his powerful legs. His hair was slightly tousled, as if he had just run a hand through it, adding a touch of raw, unpolished appeal to his otherwise pristine appearance.

The snap of a branch sounded and together, Dain and I evaporated into shadow and smoke. When I reappeared in my suite naked and covered head to toe in dirt, the last thing I expected to see was Adley sitting on the bed eating strawberries, with nearly a dozen various bridal magazines floating in the air around her. For most, the pages turned at random while others ripped themselves out and drifted to a neat little pile towards the foot of the bed. Each one froze in mid-air as Adley noticed my appearance. Still chewing, she looked at me with wide eyes. Even though all common decency had flown out the window and over the cliffside, I grimaced and covered my breasts and vagina.