Dane Halo Nude Novels & Stories

She strolls down the hallways to enter the bathroom and sees it wasn’t locked, she just entered it anyway. Frozen at the door, Alissa’s mouth was open wide and her eyes widen in shock. In front of her was Daniel standing in all his glory. Toned biceps, hard marbled chest with fine hair scattered across his chest. Six-packs that just go a long way. His abs were something she had seen in a fashion catalog. On the tan left side of his abs was his birthmark. Dark with an oval shape print right next to the second row of his marbled abs.

‎ ‎I followed her gaz‌e—and⁠ froze. ‎He sto‍od un‌der the‌ low amber light, surrounded b⁠y power like it was his natural e⁠lement‍. Damon Hal⁠e looked like sin car‌ved‌ into human form—b‍lack tuxedo, sharp jawline, eye‌s the‍ color of a⁠ storm trapped in glass. He wasn’t talking‍; people⁠ talk⁠ed to him.‌ And he listen⁠ed with th‍at unnervin‍g stillness⁠, like‍ h⁠e wa‍s always a few steps‍ ah‌ead. ‎

My heartbeat skips when the voice, which I know very well asks, and I pause in my steps and turn back around. This time I see Dane up the stair naked from the waist up. My breath becomes rigorous as my eyes scan him from the head down his broad shoulders, hard chest covered with a few golden dark hairs. His refined abs toned and his muscles rigid. I can't see him from so far away but I can tell there is a faint treasure line that starts from his navel, travelling to the centre of his narrow hips where the waistband of his joggers is. I notice both sides of his rib are covered with tattoos and looking back up, I see that his arms and shoulder also bears the dark inks that although I can't see

Gathered for a summit, televised for media streaming in the next two months. Halo moves through the masses, avoiding contact on account of his unfamiliarity with his noble roots. He makes it to a grand bar, much closer to the entrance than the performers ahead. Clad in their shimmering, revealing apparel to a popular Scandinavian waltz. Bustling in the activity of the private event, with arriving guests and prompt valets. Halo stops at the bar, greeting the closest bartender. An urbane twenty-something woman with blue eyes, dark olive complexion, and curly light brown hair cut short. She leans her towering and well-built frame over the counter.

"Don't be stupid, he's the Don of the Hale family! He might be carrying a gun!" Indignant, Damian peeled off his shirt, lifted his arms, and flexed his biceps. "So what? I work out every day, I've got muscle too!" I covered my mouth, giggling. Turned out there were eight-pack abs hidden under that baggy T-shirt. [is this the right character profile? how does a tech nerd have a body like this?] [ladies! I almost licked those abs right through my screen!] [sexy brain plus a sexy body, who's supposed to survive that?]

My head fell back, and I arched my back, pressing into him wanting more. Dane lifted me into his arms and found a soft bed of grass, laying me down gently. The cool blades tickled my skin. He pulled away to remove his suit, and I couldn't help but admire the intricate tattoos that adorned his chest and arms. They were a testament to his strength and power, and I loved them all. He leaned down and kissed me again, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve and crevice. I moaned softly as his lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake.

The man had played me for a fool and despite me fighting everything just to prove a point, I found myself being put in this situation where I was just foolish. The sound of the shower stopped, followed by the quiet creak of the bathroom door opening. I didn’t look up immediately, lost in my own head, but I heard the soft shuffle of feet on the floor. “Sienna,” Damon’s voice was low, softer than I expected. I turned slowly and found him standing there, towel slung over his shoulder, drying his hair. His dark pants hung low on his hips, his chest bare, water still dripping from his skin. The moment my eyes caught his, I looked away, my heart stammering.

The shift energy was still glowing at my fingertips. I felt like I could break the trees with my bare hands. A branch fell beside me. I turned around, my wolf claws already pushed out. Damon was at the other end of the woods. He wore only loose pants. His chest was bare, and his muscles were tight. His eyes glowed in the dark as they moved over my naked body. “You should not be here,” he said, his voice low and rough at first as he stared at me. But he did not order me back. Instead he stepped closer. His scent filled my nose. It was war smelling the mate bond.

We could both understand that very well. ‘Thank you, Ziyah. It is very good to see you again, my friend,’ her musical voice trickled through my mind. “This will be the best blood you will ever consume in your life,” I promised Dante. “There is nothing more satisfying than consuming that blood and body.” Dante licked his bottom lip as he looked her over from head to toe. He faked it well because nobody would have seen anything other than eagerness for it. Haleen was a gorgeous woman. She was about 6’0 with a voluptuous body and the most mesmerizing golden eyes that matched the light blonde hair that hung down to the middle of her back.

When she bends over to remove her thong, her luscious tits hang towards the floor and I pump harder into Janet's mouth, as I savor the sight. Danae, now completely naked, is walking towards the couch. Her entire body is tanned, including her porcelain smooth pussy mound. Fuck! I could shoot my load just looking at her. She looks like a goddess with her golden skin tone, Eurasian facial features, hairless pussy, and perfectly round tits. Danae stops about a foot from me, taking in the action on the couch. Daryl is frantically fucking Janet, while she is bucking her ass fervently against him and vigorously sucking my cock at the same time.