Bellamy Blake Shirtless Novels & Stories

The way he balled his fists as though he might throw a punch at any given moment. “Take your clothes off then,” he sneered. “You got five seconds before I send these to everybody I know. And that’s a lot of people.” Alice glanced down at the pictures on this screen, feeling the shame and humiliation colour her cheeks. Had he shown these to his mates? “Go on,” Adam shouted, pushing her in the shoulder. He pushed her again, then pulled her back towards him using the fabric of her shirt. The light, chiffon fabric tore easily and hung around her waist, leaving her bra exposed.

“ He said and she chuckled. " I see... “ ... Arleta had changed her outfit countless times and still hasn't found the perfect dress to wear. “ It's just N*****x. " Said Bellamy who had been watching her. " I know but I need to look perfect. “ " Sometimes I wonder if you're the princess or I am. “ Bellamy chuckled. " Just tell me if this is okay? “ She said holding a purple crop top and a short black skirt. " It's okay. “ Bellamy said and threw her a jacket. “ You should top it with this. “ She smiled.

I am not tearing down my walls for anyone again. You want to know what is inside. Climb. -a.a |I R I S| Blake is standing in front of me, dressed in a casual outfit that includes a black jeans and black jacket over a white shirt. His hairs look a bit messy and there is that smug smile in his face. Not again. "Can we stick with the dream part?" I tried but he only chuckled in response as if I was joking. I was not. Before he settled down on the seat right beside me.

I am not far in, I just started it on the plane and I have had much time to finish the book. While I am reading, Blake comes out of his closet in just pajama pants and he is shirtless. I cannot help but stare at his perfectly sculpted body. His body was a blank canvas and I planned on changing. I had this idea for a while, I wanted us both to get matching tattoos, but not just any tattoo.

Samael has made a spell for communication. He is talking to my grandmother inside a magic bubble, making me question his species once more. Are dragon-shifters truly capable of magic designed for witches and warlocks? "I'm sorry, you know." Blake steps forward and picks up my interest with the hint of a smile playing over his lips. He has taken off the clown costume and is showcasing his killer physique. His cologne is drifting in the wind. I'm not sure what brand it is, but whatever it is, smells fantastic.

"Is anyone gonna talk about what is happening at our borders right now?" "Oh shut up! You are too fucking boring you political nerd" "Tsk" The table was loud. So fucking loud even Blake looked pissed. Blake...just then i recalled him being shirtless as his perfectly ripped body reacted against my massages. He looked so handsome when he got embarrassed from realising he had only a towel on. Put some cream on those and... For f*cks sake don't be a creep Alicia! Focus, focus, focus, you have to deal with these assholes first.

Why the hell not? Me: Language. And please. I promise, you can sleep with whoever you want when we get to college and I won't bat an eyelid. BeeMiles: How's that comforting? Only if you promise to join me. Lord knows you need some sexcapades in your life. Me: Lol. Kay. Promise. Ttyl. BeeMiles: I'll be waiting by my phone for details. I've barely raised my head when he walks into the dining room. Black fitted ripped jeans and a black baggy top that hangs loose on one of his shoulders, exposing part of his clavicle. The letters on the shirt are bold and written in white.

Roxy Blake steals all the air out of my lungs as I look at him dressed for dinner. He is wearing charcoal, gray pants with smart black dress shoes. On top he wears a pale blue shirt with a starched white collar and white cuffs. And oh, my beating heart. He looks like some kind of billboard man. Not that he hasn’t already been featured on Times Square for the latest Gillette razor. But seeing him like this in the flesh in front of me, narrow hips, broad shoulders and thick legs; it’s making me heat up like a furnace.

Finally, he stepped out of it, leaving the girls and I awestruck. It was Bellamy, he wore a plain, black tee shirt and blue jeans. Some body should put on the air conditioner, this place just got hot! Don't you just want to walk up to him and give him a kiss, while he spanks your ass and- shut up! What was I thinking? I swear I didn't know how to shut this mind of mine up. "Okay, who pressed the slow motion button?" I asked Maya who was also in awe. It felt like Bellamy was walking in slow motion. "Some body catch me I think I'm falling," I whispered to Maya and damn! he caught me starring.

How could I say no? I slowly nodded as I reached down and grabbed the hem of Blake's shirt and lifted it up and over his head, leaving his torso bare for me to stare at. He wasn't as big as Blair but was still muscular. There were no tattoos that I could see and with his clean shaven face and tight hair cut, he almost looked innocent compared to the beast that was Blair. His entire demeanor was different from his brother's and it excited me beyond anything that has ever excited me. My skin was on fire and my nipples were already hard from the anticipation of their pleasure.