Anuel Shirtless Novels & Stories

He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight before her. His chest glistened with moisture, droplets of water tracing over firm, lightly muscled skin. His hair was damp and tousled, suggesting he had just stepped out of the shower. A towel hung over his shoulder, and he used another to pat his hair dry. He wore only a pair of low-slung sleep pants and nothing else. His feet were bare. Wow, her brain whispered, completely ignoring the decency filters.

Better to not have to explain why my body looked like it had gone through a Cricut. I set to work removing my own pants and walked them over to where Azrael’s sat. When I turned around, I found myself face-to-face with the shirtless god. Since I was the newly appointed spokesperson for self-control, I didn’t so much as glance at his bare chest. Okay, that was a lie. I glanced, I drooled, and I blushed. Sue me. Azrael pouted, “You’re still wearing your shirt.” I planted my hands on my hips, more than willing to fight him on this. “Yeah, and it’s going to stay that way.”

Ansel said. Klea lifted her head, going for the them to strike a conversation that the Slaves and Omegas are finally out of that hellhole. She was halfway out from the cover of the brushes when she relaxed at the last minute—at the broad shoulders, the joyful sun gilding Ansel's tan skin and veiling his face in shadow. He was shirtless, his trousers unbuttoned and loose at the waist, making Klea wonder what Ansel's hiding beneath those pants. And at the thought of Ansel’s length, his hardness buried inside her…heat pooled between her legs. Klea slid two of her fingers beneath. It was an effort not to make a sound when two glorious males were shirtless before her eyes.

It always did. Angelica dressed in a pair of cute, white short shorts with a pink tank top. She'd gone braless and elected to keep on the white cotton panties with the colorful butterflies since she'd only slept in them. Roman dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a t-shirt. They managed to stay dressed for the remainder of the morning, taking a nap together on the couch around noon. Though Angelica lived chastely for a few hours, in her dreams her desire continued to boil.

“Oh, that is not fair Annie, why would such a specimen exist and not be available for me to enjoy.” “Hey, I didn’t take that for you, it’s for Angel.” She takes her phone from Jack and then places it in my hand, where I see an image that, frankly, takes my breath away. No human being has the right to be that attractive in casual clothes. He is wearing black jeans and a navy-blue polo shirt that shows off a pair of toned, muscular, arms that send my mind racing, imagining how strong he is and what it would be like to be held in them while still conscious.

ARRETT Xavier standing there shirtless shouldn’t be a big deal because we’ve all seen him without a shirt a thousand times. But right now with the context of what we’re about to do, it feels different. Nobody moves for what feels like a full minute. Then Nash stands up and pulls off his own shirt like he’s ripping off a band-aid. “Fuck it. We’re doing this.” Cole is still standing by the pool table looking like he’s reconsidering every life choice that led to this moment. “How does this even work? Do we just all—”

I felt someone's arms wrapping around my waist and removing the ladle off my hand. "You'll get burned, I will cook instead." Uno kissed my forehead and pushed me to the side gently. I just sat on one of the seats and watched his back muscles flexing as he cooked. He was topless, the only thing that he is wearing is probably his underwear and black sweatpants. I furrowed my brows. "Uno, why are you not wearing a shirt?" I asked. "Ah! I just thought that the conditioner on my shirt will also make you puke so I didn't bother." He laughed and didn't bother to glance at me.

, Alex grinned making Anjali cling to his body to absorb his warmth. " Hmmm! Mr. Hot chocolate . ", Anjali pressed his biceps and then started unbuttoning his shirt. " Let me help you ! ", Alex removed his shirt and then discarded his pants, now he is only in his boxers. Anjali gasped when she saw the bulge formed in his boxer, " What happened ? Are you scared ? ", Alex teased him. " Why it's so big ? ", Anjali complained and made a cute pout.

Angela twisted her neck to look at him. "Ready as I'll ever be," she proclaimed. She was ready for this new chapter of her life. Ready and determined. Jonas entered her room to grab her suitcase. Angela glanced out the window of his private jet just in time to spot his black slick SUV coming to a halt in a short distance. The driver was the first to alight the car and hastily opened the door for his boss. Not a moment later, out-stepped Nikaulas in all his splendour. He was donning a navy blue shirt paired with black trousers. The man had discarded his jacket for once to Angela's delight. His shirt strained taut across his biceps and torso like second skin, outlining his toned abs. The trous

ALORA "Are you sure that you don't want to go for a swim?" Noah asked as he unbuttoned his shirt, leaving him bare chested before reaching for his belt to unbuckle it. I won't even lie. He looks so buff and huge that I almost lost my balance from staring. I tried to pretend like I was okay with it but I wasn't. He was literally getting undressed in front of him and it wasn't just him. Half the entire school was here and half naked.