Alicia Raven Nude Novels & Stories

“Hmm?” “Why, why are you searching like this?! Go placed on a few garments!” Raven then realizes his appearance. Having simply completed his shower, the top 1/2 of his frame is bare, and the decrease 1/2 is best blanketed via way of means a couple of dozing underwear. While it may be thrilling to the alternative sex, being 1/2 of bare should not be that shocking. But Isabella's face is popping thoroughly scarlet.

Three figures waited at the table—two men and a woman. The woman’s gaze locked onto me the second we approached. “Everyone,” Raven said smoothly, “this is my wife, Hyacinth.” He gestured to the ash-blonde man. “Colton Pines.” Then to the dark-haired man beside him. “Dane Northwest. And Minerva MacAllen.” “A pleasure,” I said, offering a polite smile. Colton stood, his eyes flickering over me. “You look different without the gala makeup. Just as stunning, though.”

Rachel said, rubbing her on my naked chest and back. “Not when my girlfriend is wrapped with me,” We stayed like these for a few minutes and I noticed Rachel with her eyes closed, her head on my shoulder, yawing. She is tired, and her body is showing clear signs of it. I carried her petite figure on the bed, covering her with a blanket, her hands still wrapped around me, not leaving me. “Sweet dreams,” I mumbled, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead, separating myself from her, and changing into my PJs. Covering myself, cause I don’t know what will happen if I lay naked with Rachel on the same bed. Things might get pretty hot and I don’t want the latest, not today when she is so tired.

I pleaded to no one in particular, everyone in prison shifted far away from us, turning their face to the other side, they didn't want to get involved. I see. I understand, I will do the same too, after what they've seen, how hazardous these Alphas are. "Do you want me to let you go, mate?' I nodded. "Then, we as Alphas will have sex with you, you are going to quench our desires every night, satisfy us and make sure you suck our dicks real good. How does that perceive you, Rava.' I was stunned, I never told him my name. How come he knew my name, wait a second, he called me, Rava minutes ago.

The following Friday night, the underground club was closed to the public. Don Luca Moretti had cleared the entire venue. Only his most trusted men remained outside the VIP room, ensuring absolute privacy. Raven knew tonight would be different. She entered the private VIP room wearing the most revealing outfit she had ever chosen for him: a tiny black lace set that was essentially strings and sheer panels. The bra was completely see-through, her nipples clearly visible and already hard. The thong was a whisper of fabric that disappeared between her ass cheeks, and she wore sky-high heels that made her legs look endless.

The same man staring at me right now across the hall. “What…” I whispered, still confused about the whole thing . But Nora’s eyes grew wide with realization. “Sam,” she said slowly, “that’s Riven Black. He’s like… the most famous man in the city.” My head spun. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. But it wasn’t. Everything suddenly made sense now. The luxury apartment, his car, the way he carried himself like a king. My heart hammered so hard in my chest it almost hurt. What are the unbelievable odds? I had slept with Riven Black, the untouchable billionaire prince of Oceandale city.

Roman She’s exactly where I told her to be. I close the bedroom door behind me and stop. Take her in. Raven is on the bed, knees spread, hips tilted up, her weight resting on her elbows so her chest hovers just above the mattress and her back curves into a perfect arch. Naked. Every inch of her. Her hair spills forward over one shoulder. Her pussy is slick and swollen and already leaking for me, glistening in the low light, and the sight of it — of her, waiting like this, patient and ready, exactly as I asked — does something savage to whatever restraint I have left.

Orla came down from the cab with a mischievous smile on her face, Rhea would definitely kill her when she finds out that she took her credit card, or maybe not. They were really close friends so they shared everything. Speaking of sharing, she was putting on Rhea’s clothes right now and that pair looked damn sexy on her. A white crop top and satin black mini skirt. The crop top stopped just above her navel and she didn’t wear any bra underneath it. Her pointed nipples could be seen pressing against the top.

It was strange but peaceful. Aurelia glanced at Veronica, noticing that she was dressed in loose shorts and a T-shirt that had ‘Suck my dick’ printed boldly on the front. She was thrown in a messy low bun, and her face was clad in make up , revealing the mole that sat pretty on her chin. In the end, behind all the glitz and glamor, she was also human. She must have her imperfections and flaws, despising the parts of her she can’t change. Suddenly their exchange felt more intimate, like they gradually crossed the borders of familiarity.

They were not looking happy and my worry was escalating. Is she alright? Just as I am about to tell Mr. Henderson that she’ll be coming in a minute, I hear the sound of heels clicking as someone runs over to our table. I stand up and look in the direction of the sound to find Aviana making her way to the table in an elegant violet evening dress. It hugs her perfect figure and her perfect curves like a second skin. And even though it isn’t revealing, she looks absolutely ravishing. Her silky-smooth leg peeks out from the slit in her dress to help her walk which goes up till a little above her knee.