Alicia Raven Nude Novels & Stories

Her scent is subtle, almost absent, and it is her warmth, more than her fragrance, that reaches me. Her hand rises and brushes my cheek, like a paintbrush testing the canvas. I do not move. The contact is light, seemingly neutral, but I sense a curiosity behind the control. I let my gaze drop, linger on the crease of her lip, the slight flutter at her throat. Alix is a professional, but in these minuscule details, something escapes the technique.

Noah's photos were on the matting table in the center of the space, having not been framed by Nicole yet. Raven picked up the first shot, an eleven-by-nine of her from behind while she sat on the boulder halfway down the valley on their island. The mist in the background gave the mountains a mysterious quality. It was the pop of color that was most intriguing. Her black hair falling down her back, white snow dusting the ground, the red blanket-all mesmerizing.

Lowering my lips I brushed them lightly against her earlobe and would have grinned when she went still if I wasn't so pissed with her. And I couldn't fucking understand why I was pissed. "Raven, who the hell is he?" I whispered again, wrapping my hands around her waist. If I had to get her to talk. Then I fucking will. Trailing my fingers up the black body con top she wore, my eyes fell on the visible mounds of her tanned breasts. An image of her out in the open, naked as she tanned herself in the sun slipped into my head. How could a woman be so fucking shameless?! With a growl, I reached underneath her breasts and propped them higher, a ridiculous desire to see if they were entirely tanned

Fuck, just fucking great… this was going to be so fucking stressful… - An hour later the scent of delicious dishes, mixed with Raven’s scent filled the dining room, I had just set the table, and everyone had just arrived. Raven looked fucking fine, dressed in a black halter dress that left most of her back on show, paired with net tights and boots. The only colour in her look was her deep blue earrings that matched her hair and the same colour that touched her smoky eyes. Her lips painted a gorgeous nude that made them look oh so fucking tempting. I looked away from her, just as Aunty Monica and Damon who had just entered. Shit, thanks to my own fucking ego, I never bothered finding out how

Charlotte looks from the outside as they don’t wait and rush upstairs. Ayleen rushes after them too and Charlotte follows. She keeps the cake on the table and runs upstairs. “Oh my God!” She hears Ayleen cry out before she sees anything. When she reaches where Ayleen is standing, she leans to the side to see what has happened and when she does, her heart drops in her stomach. Matt and Theo are carrying a naked Kira out of what she assumes to be a bathroom. She is wet and covered in blood. Little drops of blood are oozing out of the cuts on her arms and legs but the blood is gushing out of the cut on her right wrist.

Alessia's eyes glow with that same white light now, her hair whipping in unseen wind, and Cyre's arms lift slightly to steady the air around them both. Then it stops. All of it. No wind. No scream. No glow. Just silence. And then Raven breathes. Sharp. Coming as rasps at first. Then it becomes slow and steady. Her eyes open fully now - molten gold, but human in shape. The slit is gone. She blinks up at the ceiling, dazed, then turns her head. Her voice is hoarse but clear. "... Alessia?" My hand is already at Alessia's waist, pulling her back to me.

Ravenna Roberts was on her knees in the center of the dark room, completely naked except for the tight black leather collar around her delicate neck. The faint red light from a lamp bathed her fair skin, highlighting the generous curves of her heavy breasts, her slim waist, and her large, round, perky ass that she kept slightly raised, like a silent offering. Her knees ached against the cold wooden floor, but the pain only made her pussy throb harder, already wet with anticipation.

He was something else. Raven stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, a towel wrapped tightly around her damp skin. Her body was betraying her, breasts flushed, lips still swollen. And the ache… God, the ache. She dragged the towel off and ran a cool hand down her thigh, then up between her legs. She was soaked again. Pathetic. She clenched her jaw, ignored the need clawing inside her, and got dressed in black jeans and a simple crop top that showed a sliver of skin. Just enough to tempt. Just enough to play her part.

“It’s starting to look like a proper pack out there,” I can’t hide my smile when I hear Raven’s voice from behind me. “Raven,” I gasp, turning to see her standing in the doorway of my room with Roan in her arms. “Lily, you look so beautiful,” Raven smiles, despite looking exhausted and run down from what I would guess is a lack of sleep. I blush standing in front of her, wearing a lavender white ombre A-line floor length gown with a large slit up to my thigh on one side.

The door opened, and the familiar honey scent of my destined mate hit my nostrils. Ariella released her grip on me, and we both turned to look at Raven. She was wearing a marching v-necked long-sleeved blouse, a wide belt, and an ankle-length plaited skirt that accentuated the curves of her hips. She was much cleaner than before, her thick black hair hanging down her back in luscious waves. "Why didn't you tell me?" She demanded, and I stiffened. "Raven---" "I, Raven Annette Declan, reject--"