Alexandra Grant Nude Novels & Stories

Did the wait make him this ferocious? He drew back, admiring the magnificent view beneath him. He eyed her underwear, which was all laces, see-through and black. As if he realized something, his eyes shadowed, raking all over her body, admiring every piece of her until... He spotted the faint tally mark scars on her upper thighs. Alexandra shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, recoiling. He grabbed her thighs and pried them apart to get a close examination of the lines marring her snow-white skin.

"That's not true, Alex. I don't shape shift. I never have," "You don't shape shift or you haven't, yet?" Alexander asked. "I haven't shape shifted, yet." "But you just did so a few moments ago. I'm not blind." "That's not true," "Then why are you naked?" Athena said nothing. She stared down at her naked body like she was fully aware of her nakedness before him. "Close your eyes, Alexander." After closing his eyes, he asked. "Why though?" "I'm naked. You shouldn't see me naked. You never have,"

I smiled faintly— and saw her. Across the room. Lila Grant. She wore a pale champagne dress, delicate straps, a silk shawl draped over her shoulders. Soft curls. Barely-there makeup. One hand rested unconsciously on her lower abdomen. She stood beside one of Alexander’s cousins, posed as a harmless plus-one. Alexander’s eyes flicked to her. Just for a second. But the satisfaction there— the certainty— I saw it clearly. Then the Elder called for silence. It was time for the Don to speak.

She is not mad with Kelly anymore, because she showed up in the end and did her best to help her. Alex lifted her chin so that she could look into his blue eyes and he let her dress straps to fall from her shoulder. Natalie just stared at him. She is wearing only her panties in front of him and she knows that this is not right at all but the feeling Alex is giving her is so right, even if the entire rules of their world says something else.

Her hands gripped his thighs, nails biting into muscle. He pulled out, breathing heavy. “Strip. Now.” Lena peeled her jacket off, then her shirt, bra, and pants. She stood there in the clearing, completely nude, nipples tight in the cold air, pussy dripping. Grant dragged his eyes over her body like she was prey. “Lie on your back.” She dropped to the grass, the sun hitting her flushed skin. He knelt between her legs and licked a long, slow stripe up her center. She gasped. “Oh God—”

She was putting on a skimpy tight black gown, coupled with a black heels and a red bag, her outfit was just simply, and she practically had no heavy make up on, just her brown powder and a mascara. Gerald was in a simple outfit too, a ripped jeans, a t-shirt coupled with a sneaker. "I got held back by traffic, am sorry." Raphael who just got in, says interrupting there moment, Alexandra looks away from Gerald immediately, turning to Raphael on impulse. Their eyes locked immediately, more like he was eye-fucking her, Alexandra whose breath seemed to have hitched at the effect, tries to calm he nerves. Wondering why she felt uncomfortable with the look he was giving her.

Never, ever. Alexandra stood up and wondered why her body was aching; she struggled and started thinking, "Goodness, what is happening to me?"Alexandra hissed in pain, but at last she set up. But suddenly she froze in fear when she realised something. She is naked. Why the hell is she a naked? Alexandra looked around her and found no one, she remembered correctly she wore clothes before she went to bed. She never sleeps naked. Sometime Allen came in her room in the middle of the night to cuddle, and even if she didn't mind, Alexandra still didn't like it.

Siya tore her gaze away from his body and met his eyes, which held hers as he unzipped his trousers. With a determined motion, he pushed them down his thick thighs, along with his boxer briefs, revealing his impressive cock, standing thick and proud, glistening with pre-cum. Siya's breath hitched as she took in the sight before her. Alex stood before her, his naked body illuminated by the soft glow of the bedroom lights. Every inch of him exuded raw masculinity, from the intricate tattoos that adorned his muscular frame to the undeniable presence of his erect manhood. For a moment, Siya found herself captivated by the intricate designs inked across his skin. Each tattoo seemed to tell a stor

Chapter Twenty-five It was big—Her eyes caught glimpse of one thing, despite the magnificent stride of the man he was, regardless of his well chiseled frame and toned biceps that clearly showed the beautiful work of a grounded routine, considering the beautiful motif of a scarlet butterfly on one of his breasts and the bandage around his abdomen—Olivia’s eyes caught one thing alone, it made her scream in terror. Alex was a well built man, she couldn’t deny that fact, no matter how hard she tried to hate him. He was well endowed too, the naked image of his perfect body was bound to haunt her dreams for the rest of her life. She remained still, her eyes shut as Alex quickly grabbed a towel to

Elena's POV I forced my eyes open, staring into our reflection in the glass. My lips were swollen from earlier bites and kisses, my eyes huge and dark with lust, breasts flattened against the pane, nipples like diamonds cutting through the fog of my breath. Behind me, Alexander loomed like a god forged from shadow and sin—sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, eyes burning with ruthless hunger. His body was a masterpiece of hard muscle, abs flexing with every controlled breath, his cock thick and veined, poised at my entrance.