Carmen Amara Nude Novels & Stories

Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully athletic build, his dark skin gleamed under the moonlight as he approached. Amara turned, eyes dark with hunger. “I don’t want the polite version,” she whispered. “I want the raw one.” Rohan smiled darkly. He closed the distance and pulled her into a deep, commanding kiss, his large hands sliding under the bikini to explore her curves. The contrast between his scorching palms and the warm sea breeze on her exposed skin made her shiver. He slowly peeled the bikini off her body, letting it fall. The warm tropical air kissed her naked skin while his burning touch left trails of fire wherever he caressed.

--- At noon Amara appeared in the living room doorway. She was not carrying the sketchbook. She was carrying something else. Small. She stood in the doorway. She looked at Noah. She looked at me. She looked at the living room. "I finished something," she said. We looked at her. She walked to the low table. She put it down. I looked at it. A small piece of fabric. Square. The size of a handkerchief. The earned white. From the commission. Cut from a remnant. And on it.

It was done. That night, Amara bathed in scalded water. The blood didn't come off her soul, but it came off her skin. She stood naked before the mirror, staring at her reflection. Not broken. Not whole. Something else. She touched her chest — white the cartel ring now hung on a chain. Her crown. Her curse. There was a knock on the door. She didn't speak. But it opened anyway. Luca stepped inside, his eyes roaming her bare skin, then lifting to her face.

They were content to sit on the couch and talk about the ridiculousness of the show that was currently running. ***************************************************************************************************************** The next morning, Amara woke after a heated dream about a certain man in a motorcycle helmet. The dream had left her feeling unsatisfied. The idea of a helping hand was not foreign to her. She was still a virgin but not a monk. Amara helped herself so that she was not completely wound up the next time that she saw Damascus, which she had a feeling was going to be sooner rather than later.

Lights, microphones, the backdrop of the DeLuca insignia, all readied for a live broadcast that would stream not just in Manhattan, but across continents. Amara stood before the mirror in the dressing room. No diamonds, no designer gown—just a simple black dress, her hair pulled back. Vulnerable, stripped of armor. She studied her own reflection, and for the first time, she saw not the frightened girl Ethan wanted the world to remember, but a woman forged through fire. Luca entered quietly, holding her hand in his. “You don’t owe them perfection, Amara. You only owe them yourself.” Her lips trembled into a faint smile. “Then let’s give them me.”

I couldn't be easily affected by that kind of wind. "You're quite strong, huh!" Amara said to me, her beautiful face showing no emotions. I looked at her real form. She was tall for a woman and still had an hourglass figure despite her age. She was wearing a fitted black halter dress, with smooth and fair skin. Her eyes were pure black, which would frighten any normal person. She undeniably looks like Jennifer and I, and we bear a resemblance in looks. "Strong enough to end your life, Aunt Amara!" I replied confidently, grinning.

Amar took off all his clothes and returned to confine Axelina's body. "Let this time I will spoil you," said Axelina in Amar's ear. Amar nodded his head and lay down beside Axelina. Axelina took off her underwear and climbed on top of Amar's body who was already wearing nothing. Axelina directs hers to Amar's. Axelina immediately groaned when Amar's belonged perfectly to hers. Axelina started to shake her body up and down. Amar is really crazy about the game that Axelina is playing.

But she didn't mention to me that she wanted to take her bath or was unclothed, especially when she saw that I was preparing to take my bath and to go to church too. Holy Mary, Amara's áss was so on point, curved, full, and her bọobs. I couldn't take my eyes away from her. My body reacted immediately I saw her smoothly nàked body in my bathroom. My member rose, throbbing to receive her touch. Well, I stood motionless, frozen at a spot and admiring her physique. Damn it! If I wasn't this stupid. I was so horny the last night that I was unable to sleep. Jenna refused me from touching her, and seeing Amara now, my member was fully erect and was only hidden by my black shorts.

The older woman was gazing down at her and holding her in the arm. Fear tormented Amara’s chest, and her heart became uneasy because of the presence of this older woman in front of her. She panicked and got up immediately, trying to move away from the stranger. Based on her sweet foreign scent, Amara knew that the stranger was a human. “Why are you sleeping here in the woods, young lady?” the woman asked worriedly, and then she looked down at her body. “And where are your clothes? What happened to you?” As if that became Amara’s cue to check on herself, she looked at her body and realized that she’s naked. Her forehead immediately creased. Her mouth was left half-open, but she couldn’t utter