Novel & Cerita Alana Dante Nude

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.

“Hold on Kael, let me get this straight. I thought the baby was one of your IVF shenanigans with Doctor Owen… Hold up…” Dante said, leaning forward with the biggest grin. “I just need confirmation for… academic purposes. So you two…” he pointed between Alpha and Annie, “...are having sex?” Annie choked on her own breath. Alpha’s eyes widened. “Dante shut up—”

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.

Since they were on the beach she was wearing only a bikini, she had removed the scarf she wrapped her body with. "Madonna." Dante whispered as he found himself getting hot by the contact of their skin. Dante has been trying to control himself ever since he saw Madonna's naked body. When the ladies came to him he thought he would be able to ease himself with the girls. Madonna has come and spoiled his plan and even made his situation worse. "Come on, I am waiting." Madonna had her attention on the ladies and didn't bother about her current sitting position. "They are.." Dante tried to introduce them and discovered he has forgotten their name which they just said a moment ago.

Dante’s beautiful green eyes shined with an emotion I couldn't quite describe. I brought his lips to mine and there was nothing to stop us now. I tugged out his sweatpants, letting him know I wanted them off. He chuckled and stood up from the bed. While he pulled down his pants, I slid down my skirt and pulled off my shirt. I looked up when I was done and gasped. “Holy fuck,” I said without meaning to. Dante was completely naked and it was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen. His body was toned from head to toe. His stomach was trim and he had a four-pack, but the body part that I couldn’t stop looking at was his dick. It was so fucking big.

Dante had tried to avoid the partner’s daughter to avoid falling into his trap, opting for a different room. Dante felt a burning heat all over his body and was extremely uncomfortable. He was wrapped only in a bath towel, thinking there was no one else in the room. Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the door to the room burst open. A beautiful figure staggered into the room—Lani, drunk and unsteady, entered and instinctively locked the door behind her. Lani slowly removed her coat, revealing her bare, creamy shoulders. Underneath, she wore only a light, sheer dress. She lay down on the bed, her body feeling hot and restless. Noticing the cool scent and body of Dante, she instinctively mo

11 ADRIAN My stomach lurched as I watched Anne sidle up to Annalisa, a sly smile playing on her lips. Annalisa, blissfully unaware, was engrossed in a conversation with Beatrice. A prickle of unease ran down my spine. There was something about Anne’s posture, the way she held the wine glass a little too close to her body, that set off my internal alarm bells.

He suddenly released my wrists and stumbled a couple of steps backward. He started laughing in a low voice, sounding as if something was breaking within him. "Fine," he said. "You claim that you're not Lina. Then, tell me. What's your name?" "Elena," I replied. "Elena," he repeated, his gaze darkening. Dante looked like he was about to say something else when he noticed the burn mark behind my ear. It was the one spot that I couldn't cover up with a glove or a mask. A faint, winding scar extended from behind my earlobe to my jawline, reminiscent of a snake.

𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 Dante rises from his seat. The light from the window hits his face, those deep blue eyes, that sharp jawline, the faint stubble that makes him look both refined and devastatingly human. He’s dressed simply: a dark blue sweater that fits too well, sleeves rolled to his elbows, black trousers and a watch gleaming faintly on his wrist. He looks a little older, but a lot calmer. And in all, a lot more devastatingly beautiful.