Dabi Shirtless Novels & Stories

Zara’s POV By morning, the power was still out, the storm was raging, and Caleb, well, was still infuriatingly hot. I padded into the kitchen barefoot, my oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder. He was already there, leaning against the fridge, shirtless again, sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, and his V line on display for me to lust after. I didn’t say good morning. I didn’t need to.

due to the fact she assumed he had been fabricating her falsehoods. "No, I'm being honest," answered Abhi in a grave manner. Sashi inquired while examining Abhi from head to toe, "Holey, a tiger attached itself to you, yet you didn't even sustain a single wound?" He had the precise appearance of a dapper businessman, complete with impeccable attire. His wide shoulders were accented by his fitted charcoal-gray suit, which was further enhanced by the immaculate white shirt underneath that exuded refinement. A well-selected silk tie, properly tied, suggested his meticulous nature. His well-groomed black hair accentuated his sharp jawline, and his piercing eyes exuded a combination of charm and

The morning mist clung low to the ground, cool against my skin as I stepped outside. And then— I stopped. Damien was already there. Shirtless. Breathing slow and controlled, muscles moving fluidly beneath skin kissed by dawnlight. His hair was tied back loosely, a few strands falling against his neck, damp with sweat. He was stretching, rolling his shoulders like a predator preparing for a hunt. I felt it. That sharp, unwanted heat. Moon help me. I cleared my throat loudly. “Is a shirt illegal where you come from?” He turned.

“I wonder if you’ve improved at all.” “Enough talk,” Damon replied, already reaching for the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. His torso was lean but muscular, marked with a few scars from previous battles. I’d seen him shirtless plenty of times over the years, but it was still an impressive sight. Not to be outdone, Andrei removed his shirt as well, letting it drop to the ground at his feet. My mouth went dry as, unbidden, thoughts of seeing him completely nude with his cock inside of me just days ago flitted through my mind.

He made a lot of followers out of this, had fan pages which consisted mainly of fangirls who were crazy about him. Pictures from the photoshoot also shook the internet. Girls, particularly were going crazy over Liam. The pictures of him that trended the most were the ones which he had taken shirtless, revealing his six packs, abs and all. He had worn only a pair of black trousers that dropped down his waist, revealing his powerful, aesthetical V-line and a slight bulge underneath his pants.

Nollace was taking off his shirt, and it was only then Daisie realized that he was ripped. He had a lean, toned body. His muscles were not particularly big, and they all looked well-proportioned. He was the type who looked thin when putting on clothes and muscular after taking off his clothes. What’s more, his v-cut abs were very well-defined. She moved her gaze down, and her face turned red in embarrassment. She quickly turned around and shouted, “How can you suddenly take off your clothes!?”

Her other breast begged for justice as he brought it out and placed his mouth on it and his other hand massaging her other bud. Celestine closed her eyes and threw her head backwards, sweet soft moans left her mouth. Damien left her breast and kissed her hot lips again. He stopped suddenly and looked down at the panting little kitten under him. He removed his shirt and threw it away. His toned body was before Celestine's eyes. Something she had never noticed before. His sexy abs were before her and she was mentally counting them. His chest was broad and hard so were his muscles, there was no doubt that he worked out a lot. His muscles weren't to be exaggerated but they were just the perfect

Aira whispered, leaning close to Nurse Mel. "I can't believe I'm getting to bathe in the presence of these Greek gods," Nurse Mel whispered back, covering her mouth with her hand as if to hide what she was about to say. "Oh my god, the main course above all main course," Dr. Aira gasped the moment Devon Dalton took off his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs and perfectly sculpted muscles, complemented by his sun-kissed skin.

But Damien was. He stood at the marble island, shirtless after what looked like a late workout. Grey sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, revealing deep V-lines and a trail of dark hair disappearing beneath the waistband. His body was sculpted — broad chest, defined abs, powerful arms. At 39, he looked better than most men half his age. He was drinking water when he noticed me. His grey eyes darkened instantly as they raked over my body — my hard nipples visible through the thin fabric, the way my shorts barely covered the curve of my ass.

"Why are you dressed like that?" "Ma'am, you are back." He turned with a smile and looked down at his black shirt. It was a tight fit on his body and unbuttoned all the way down, revealing his toned six pack abs and a delicious V that led down where her eyes itched to look. He had a large belt securing his pants. When she was tempted to look below the belt, she averted her gaze back to his face. "What absurdity is going on?"