Asher Angel Shirtless Novels & Stories

I spat, my voice ice-cold. He groaned, straightening, blood trickling from his split lip. But instead of backing off, his eyes burned hotter with fury. "You little—" He swung. I saw it coming, but before his fist could get anywhere near me— Boom! Asher was on him in a flash. One second, Christopher was standing, the next, he was flying backward, landing hard on the ground with a sickening thud. The entire pack froze. A shocked silence settled over us. Asher rolled his shoulders, stepping forward slowly, his eyes dark and deadly. "You really thought you could lay a hand on her?" his voice was deceptively calm, his power radiating off him in waves.

Call me if you are gamed. This surely wasn't made up, Sebastian might be capable of anything and everything, but not bluffing. If he said he had the CCTV footage, then he had it, and it was something I desperately needed, or Rylee would forcefully retrieve it, which was also bad news for me. This was a case of being between the devil and the deep blue sea. "Hey babe." Asher stepped out of the bathroom with only a pair of shorts on. His chest hair was clustered together in some areas, as he was still wet. He was a tall alluring glass of an enticing smoothie.

he whispered, his voice hushed and strained. "Where—" she began, but her words trailed off as her eyes caught sight of the captivating Adonis entering the room with an aura of grandeur. The presence he emanated... "That's him?" she found herself questioning, perhaps silently to herself, as her voice unintentionally turned into a whisper. As far as Aria was concerned, she had just witnessed a deity, and no one could convince her otherwise. The man, Asher, wore a partially unbuttoned navy blue shirt, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the veins on his hands. A limited-edition Rolex watch adorned his wrist, enhancing his allure.

"As long as you are sure," he told her even as he guided her to her feet and began to remove her clothes. Gone were the silks the fairies had made them wear and so Layon removed Angel's skater dress quickly and easily, even as he shimmied out of his own pants. The buckle of his belt clanged on the floor as his pants pooled around his feet. Angel worked quickly to pull his white t-shirt over his head and soon they found themselves naked, pressed

Ashton said Ashton tried to live the covers, but he discovered that the little girl was holding them quite tightly around her. “Come on darling, did you not miss me?” Ashton asked. Maya, who was almost suffocating could not take it anymore and removed the covers around her body. The moment Ashton saw her small head peeking from outside, he pounced on her like a hungry lion and immediately started to devour her lips. Maya forgot about her embarrassment and started returning the kisses. It was a gust of cold wind that blew from the outside through the window that Maya realized that she was actually naked and Ashton was almost entering her.

After a while, Ashton came out of the bathroom, shirtless, flaunting his athletic body. "Ashton! Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Ashton smiled, his expression different from usual. Alice could sense it. "I don't know why, but I'm feeling really hot. My whole body feels warm." "So, you plan to sleep without a shirt?" Ashton nodded, casually wiping his damp chest. "Yes. It seems like the herbal drink Mom gave us is starting to affect me, Alice. I feel tingly all over." He showed the goosebumps on his arms, possibly from the drink or just pretending.

“Apologies, I’m kind of late.” I swallowed, trying to get my voice to work again. He looked so fucking damn sinful. He had not returned from wherever he had been all day, and now that he shows up in some silky black shirt designed with sleeves that clung deliciously to his biceps, and buttons that only began down his manly chest. Proudly exposing some firm, tan muscles. “Will you not introduce us, Lei?” Ashley purred beside me, discreetly elbowing me. I blinked from the spell I had fallen under and tore my eyes away from him to glance at her. She had this flirty look on her face that immediately chilled my stomach. Oh, hell no.

Asher stood there, and for a second I couldn’t breathe right. He looked… different. Hair damp from a quick shower, dark strands curling at his temples. He’d changed into a clean black shirt that hugged his shoulders, sleeves rolled to his elbows. Some kind of ceremonial band circled his upper arm, silver thread woven with dark green, simple but deliberate. He smelled like pine soap and fresh air and something warmer underneath.

The night breeze calming and suddenly soothing my nerves. Asher was sitting on his bed and this time, he was shirtless. I swallowed a lump of saliva as I tightened my legs. I did that secretly. This was going to be a long night. I thought he just wanted to talk, not knowing this was nothing but a thirst trap. His chest was bare and his six packs were flashing back at me, sending the wrong message to my pussy. Goodness! He smiled at me while I tried forcing my eyes back up at him.

Asher sighs deeply, pulling his sleeve back to glance at his watch. "We don't have much time," he says irritably. "Unless of course, you would like to get lost around here and give Sinful another advantage over you." After suggesting he wait outside, which he obliged to, I got up to look through the clothes that has been selected for me. All of them are neat and proper, and at least comfortable as well. Without Asher in the room, I feel comfortable enough to strip down and change into pants and a shirt. It's a balmy temperature throughout this entire place, so I'm not worried about taking an extra layer with me.