Austin Theory Nudes Novels & Stories

He shows me how to work the controls and how to control the water temperature and tells me to mind link him when I am dressed and ready to go down for breakfast. As soon as he leaves, I strip bare and I hear a short knock and the door open, “By the way, Reb - ”, my eyes widen as Austin came back in with towels in his hands, that have now dropped to the floor. His eyes darken as he sees me completely naked. I squeal and quickly cover myself with the shirt he gave me. I am sure my all my blood has rushed to my cheeks as I feel them get hot. I hear a low growl, like he doesn’t like that I covered myself up, but I can’t help it. I’m not confident about my body. I don’t want him seeing me this wa

He straightened up, towering over her, his presence suddenly cold enough to frost the windows. "I don't serve 'God’s creatures,' and I certainly don't serve 'Blessed Ones,'" Austin stated, his voice a flat, metallic rasp that cut through her sweetness like a chainsaw. "My hands, my blades, and my very breath have only ever belonged to one person. And you aren't her." Selene’s smile twitched. "I only meant..." "I know what you meant," Austin interrupted. He reached up, unbuttoning the top three buttons of his Ventus tunic with a slow, deliberate motion. He pulled the fabric aside, revealing the tan, scarred skin of his pectoral muscle.

The silence that follows is heavier than any noise: it screams everything that words refuse. Alexandre lies on the tiled floor, his shirt open, a dark stain spreading under his neck. He does not move. His breath is weak, like a sheet barely lifted. Beside him, a tipped glass greens the light; a pool of liquid blends with something more terrible. Alexandre's face is pale, his features frozen in an expression that belongs only to those who have given so much that they seem to fade away.