Attack Titan Physique Novels & Stories

He told me about his family’s bloodline, and I’m sure that has something to do with his size and strength. Goddess, I’m staring again. His body is so sculpted, so powerful. All sweaty and... I wrench my eyes away before my body betrays me. ‘You’re hopeless,’ Atlas teases, his tone half-exasperated, half-amused. ‘Shut up,’ I snap, my cheeks heating.

He's sprawled on a bench, wearing nothing but black athletic shorts and a white tank top. At the sound of her name, the room seems to pivot. Elias turns. He's wearing a black sleeveless training shirt that clings to him like a second skin, mapping out the devastating architecture of his torso. His abdominal muscles are a tight, defined washboard, and his arms are corded with the kind of functional strength that only comes from years of violence on the ice. His light brown hair is a chaotic, fluffy mess over his forehead, giving him the deceptive look of a ruffled Samoyed—but his eyes are pure, predatory heat.

Hard and wet? Her thick lashes raised up and she found him, who had emerged from the washroom. Her slender fingers placed on his sturdy chest as support. She saw water droplets dripping down his hair that fell on his bulky shoulders. His whole body frame looked well built and strong. By just feeling it underneath her fingers, she could bet, he could easily kill a man just by his one single hard punch. She was in an awe. How could a man be so muscular. Was he always doing gym?

There's something seriously wrong with the way she was reacting and fighting a battle with her inner self. Adan got out of the bed and approach her; his steps purposeful. A devilish smirk curved on his lips. His upper body was bare displaying his muscular tough chest adorned with lion inked tattoo and six pack abs. Her eyes lingered down on his v line and when her eyes witness his morning hard on or maybe he was hard for her, her eyes rounded in big size and her ears heated up in embarrassment. It appeared big over his slacks.

His torso was still beaded with water, with drops sliding from his collarbone, slithering down the defined ridges of muscle across his chest, before disappearing beneath the fabric around his hips where deep V lines were traced. My heart stuttered. Not because he was attractive, although yes, he undeniably was. No. It was the sheer presence he carried. The effortless dominance. The way he looked was carved from stone yet alive, powerful, and deadly, all in a beautiful way. His skin was thick, warm, pulling the faint candlelight into highlights at the right angles. His shoulders were broad, His stomach sculpted with the kind of muscle that came from years of shifting, training, and fighting.

He stands naked in front of Aiden, completely unashamed, exuding a raw, masculine power that fills the room. They are both males, and Aiden knows he isn’t supposed to feel this way, but his face heats up instantly, a flush of red creeping up his neck. His eyes are drawn against his will to the King’s body. Damian is a masterpiece of genetics and power. His chest is slabs of thick muscle, dusted with dark hair that trails down over ridged abs. His biceps are thick and corded, veins visible beneath the tanned skin, mapping the path of blood and strength. His legs are like tree trunks, solid and imposing.

The urge to walk up to him, straddle him, and kiss him is almost too overwhelming. The coach blows the whistle as Kell, and his opponent collide. The other guy flies back like a puppet cut from its string. The impact is almost animalistic. They look like two powerful lions in the middle of a fight. Kell takes a step back, wiping the sweat from his brow and closes his eyes. I can’t help but eat him up with my eyes. His tattoos stand in sharp contrast with his tanned skin. It kills me that I don’t know what the tattoo on his neck says. The one on his shoulder looks like vines running down his hard muscled peck, and his body is sculpted like a granite statue. As I imagined, he has

Harder as if he could use his shaft as a hammer. Alissa gasped loudly when he tore the fabric roughly from her body. Shredding the delicate lingerie into pieces but it didn’t matter to her. His hot and wild act only serves to make her more on the edge. Hunger took over Daniel's body and his mouth was drooling from the sight of her raspberry colour nipples that is swollen like a ripe fruit. Sweet dessert he has been robbed off for so long. Slowly he took off his shirt, revealing his taut body with fine hair all over his chest. His built pecs have no ounce of fat at all and that includes his torso that is nothing but clear four pairs of hard marbled abs which has been sculpted, no doubt throug

Women were nothing but decorative pieces on their arm… the sexier, the more unattainable, the better. Given her appalling outfit, she was willing to bet that he wouldn’t even recognize her, and heck, even if he did, their passionate night together would be nothing but a recollection of regret for having let himself be so drunk that he’d done a fat girl who was trying to be confident in her body. Men like Knight couldn’t help themselves; she’d seen it a thousand times. Give them a woman they could despise—fat, plain, drab—and their true colors came out faster than a knife could flash.

Just as I expected, the door at the far end of the room—the one that led straight into the private athlete's bathroom and shower area swung open. A tall figure stepped out into the dim light, and my breath instantly caught in my throat. Ajax Callahan. He was six foot something of absolute danger, raw power, and very bad intentions. His thick, dark hair was wet and tousled, hanging loosely over his forehead in messy clumping strands. His bulky, tanned body was covered with glistening beads of water that caught the overhead fluorescent lights, making his defined muscles ripple seductively. A towel was wrapped firmly and dangerously low around his waist, hanging off his sharp hip bones. He was