Novel & Cerita Alana Dante Nude

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.

The air was cool against my bare skin, but Dante’s body heat still lingered where he’d been wrapped around me, his arm heavy across my waist, his chest pressed to my back. I’d been half-awake for hours, drifting in and out of restless dreams—Vanessa’s cold, dissecting smile twisting into grainy black-and-white photos, Harlan Voss’s voice slithering through the phone like smoke, promising exposure, ruin, shame. Dante moved before I could fully surface, sliding out from under me with that silent, predatory precision he had when he didn’t want to disturb me. But I was already awake, heart kicking up as I felt the mattress shift. He sat on the edge of the bed, back to me, the sheet pooling low o

There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already. I don't care anyway, I know I'm not available to everyone and that's enough for me. "Maybe some other time Valerie. Come on, let's join the rest." I said leading a disappointed her, out to the garden where my other friends have been hanging out since we got back from school. I joined them but my mind was still focused on the name in the notebook . Alana Delaware. (LANA'S POV) I turn around and throw his shirt casually on the bed and I walk slowly towards him. I place an arm around his wet and muscular chest which prompts me to stand on t

Annalissa Hale “Take it off,” Dante commands, eyes fixed on my dress. “Slow.” I obey, my mouth watering. I find the zip of my dress and pull it down. It slides down my body and I pull it off. Leaving me in only my panties. My breasts are bare in front of him, my nipples stone hard. I watch him undress too, his shirt, his pants and he’s now in only his boxer shorts. Showing his perfectly muscled body. He licks his lower lip and walks to the dresser. Then pulls out something.

She smiled. “My mates so cute and so... just a heads up we did have sex and it was great.” Dante smirked as he was getting all riled up. Runa groaned, shoving her brother. “I’m so happy for you both but seriously Dante, TMI!” “Anyways let’s talk about my mate. Her names Annie, she’s a smoking hot chocolate women, my heart melts just thinking about last night.” Dante decided to keep on going with his sex life and that’s where Runa had to put an end to that.