Novel & Cerita Alana Dante Nude

I’ve seen enough women undressed and exposed by now not to stare, but somehow I can’t. Alana has one of those Hollywood goddess bodies that would make most models jealous, like something straight out of a magazine cover with a beautiful face to match. High cheekbones, full lips, soft brown eyes and thick lashes that accentuate them and make them appear even more alluring. Rumor has it that she’s ninety percent plastic and liposuction, but I couldn't care less. A body like hers should be worshiped, not questioned.

When she opened the door, there were two people who were unfamiliar for her. They looked at Aluna because of what she’s wearing. “Why are they looking at me like that?” Aluna was wearing black long pant and a shirt which was quite large for her and she didn’t put any make up on her face, a pony tail hair and her favorite glasses. Aluna was sure that they were looking at her because of her appearance just like her friends at campus. “I think we can start now”. Said Zolan.

My head fell back, and I arched my back, pressing into him wanting more. Dane lifted me into his arms and found a soft bed of grass, laying me down gently. The cool blades tickled my skin. He pulled away to remove his suit, and I couldn't help but admire the intricate tattoos that adorned his chest and arms. They were a testament to his strength and power, and I loved them all. He leaned down and kissed me again, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve and crevice. I moaned softly as his lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake.

With ferocious eyes, he shot back. Lena was desperate to talk, to urge Nathan not to worry about her, but she was unable to release even a single syllable. She could only cry and itch her fingers on the ground….sitting naked. Dante scoffed as he followed his gaze over her body. "Grab her while you can," he scowled right away. His eyelids shot up, allowing him a perfect view of Nathan. “Take her if you dare…” he repeated.

She gave a teasing grin, but still went ahead to bring me to the room. My breath seized when I saw my mate, Dante, he was looking all yummy in just his shorts with no shirt on. He was on his knees with Isa already at a high pulpit preparing for the ritual. I noticed where he was standing the moon was shining directly on his body, Dante turned as he felt my presence and smiled at me before looking ahead. “You can leave us now, Alessia,” Isa instructed, and she did just that, but not after saying naughty things in my mind.

They are both shirtless but wearing shorts, while Dante is seated on a bench at the extreme end of the pool, dressed in just his black shorts and dark shades on. "Fuck me," Dante muttered, sipping his drink as he stared at Candela while she walked towards Adrian. He took in her hourglass body as she took a seat on the bench next to Adrian. He sucked his teeth. "Hey Mario," Dante called. "Yeah?" "Your dad is a lucky bastard," Dante quipped, sipping his drink. Mario chuckled. So did Manuel. Candela looked in Dante's direction. He was sipping his drink. Next, Dolores walked in, dressed in her green and white-designed bikini, exposing her gorgeous curves.

She wanted him out of there. “Then finish it,” the man said lightly. He stayed there, sipping red wine leisurely. “Can you come out?” Natalie asked. “Why? I’ve even seen your naked body,” Dante said casually. He looked like an unwavering observer. Natalie tried to remain calm despite the anger rising in her heart. She finally rose to her feet with a cold expression. Her sexy, naked body without a single piece of cloth was displayed in front of Dante. Cold water ran down her soft skin and dripped on the bathtub. Her right foot stepped out and landed on the floor's surface. The water from his body immediately dripped onto the floor.

A text from an unknown number. My phone vibrated, and a picture popped up. My world shattered. In the photo, a blonde bartender named Jenna was sprawled naked in Dante’s arms. Her body was a canvas of fresh hickeys and the raw marks of their passion. They had clearly just finished. Her long, slender finger was pointed proudly at Dante’s chest—where, next to my violin, a new, crude design had been scrawled in marker. Her name, "Jenna," in sloppy cursive.

Dante said, making my breath hitch. I watched as he held out his hand and Allister placed a phone in his open palm. After a few taps, Dante held up his phone, the screen facing me. As my eyes fell on the image opened on the screen, a horrifying gasp left my lips. My heart stalled in my chest and I stopped breathing. Cold sweat broke out on my body and my blood seemed to freeze in my veins. It was me. Naked. Asleep. And, in my bed. In this very room.

"Before I finish, I just want to even the playing field a little bit. I've seen you naked. It's only fair that you see me." With that, she reached up behind her neck and undid the string that was holding up her cover up. Down it came, revealing a truly magnificent set of breasts. Her chest fully exposed, Alana once again reached out and grasped Dan's cock. She began to stroke faster, working up a lather with the oil.