Dawn Frost Nude Novels & Stories

She pulled them back and— “What the hell?!” Frost was crouched on her window ledge, his black hair disheveled, his eyes red-rimmed and devastated. If he was here right now, in front of her window that could likely mean that he’d climbed up the building—which, given what he was, he probably had. Maya fumbled with the window latch, finally getting it open. “What the heck are you doing here? Better still, how did you even get here?” Frost didn’t answer. He just climbed through the window with an unnatural grace that reminded her he wasn’t entirely human, and the second his feet hit her bedroom floor, he collapsed against her.

He did not have any arousal. Frostina frowned in the dim candlelight. She thought he was exhausted from training. She tried harder to stimulate her fiancé by moving her hips, riding his thighs with a wet friction. She touched her breasts, pushing the red silk down to expose her pale skin to his eyes. "Look at me, Ardon," Frostina demanded, panting loudly as she rubbed her wet core against his soft length. "Feel how wet and ready I’m for you. Claim me now."

" Think, Caleb. Crack it open." The trail markers had been covered in ice.I had been wearing my heavy red winter coat. The memory expanded, and I had heard deep cursing from the bushes.The wind was blowing hard, and Eliot twisted his ankle on the trail. “Your hands are freezing,” Eliot had whispered. “Then warm them up,” I had muttered. It wasn't a polite request. It was a challenge. A dare. I was Caleb Foster. I didn't lose games, and I didn't back down from things I wanted. And looking at him right then, flushed and shivering in my passenger seat, I wanted him.

We all went to bed—well, Ares took the couch. That night, I dreamed of frost. The wind howled through an endless expanse of snow, a vast landscape stretching beyond the horizon. I stood at the center, untouched by the cold, unbothered, maybe even powerful. The ice shimmered beneath my feet, and I felt a strange pull, as if the winter itself recognized me. Then I woke up. Surrounding me were people holding candles, their faces hidden beneath hoods. Was this still a dream?

Brian would never let him live it down. Knox chuckled under his breath and shook his head. “I need a damn shower.” He moved quietly, careful not to wake Lydia as he padded into his bathroom. The shower was quick, but cold—he didn’t have time for comfort. He scrubbed off the scent, not because he was ashamed of it, but because it would distract him. And right now, he needed focus. Minutes later, Knox walked briskly down the stairs, fully dressed in a simple black tee and joggers, his damp hair slicked back. The chill of the late night wrapped around him as he reached the foyer.

Daniel and Savannah had woken up early this morning. Aerian was still asleep from working last night so we had them shower, eat and relax most of the day. Niven was able to find some coverage so that Aerain could have tonight off. She was exhausted from working these last three nights. I had noticed that the parking lot was full these last three nights. I was glad to see the place full, but I knew my dark princess needed a day off. Niven reminded me that we had decided to make these two nights by reservation only so they should not be as busy. The chef that was supposed to work the previous two nights had gotten sick but was back and was more than happy to take these two nights. I had let my

Motion slow and languid, like wading through honey, she rocked side to side, clit numb yet sparking faintly with each pass. No explosive peaks left—only rolling waves, gentle contractions milking soft dribbles of arousal onto the already sodden fabric. Her hands roamed idly, one cupping a heavy tit to soothe the abraded nipple with feather-light strokes, the other tracing lazy patterns over her stretched pussy lips. *This is me now—pillow slut,* the thought settled comfortably, no shame, just acceptance. Dawn's first light filtered gray through the blinds by 5:30, painting her sweat-glistened skin in soft hues as the final, shuddering release washed over her—quiet, profound, leaving her curl

I wasn’t sure if he’s a campus crush but he has the looks for it. I had to attend a few more classes after lunch and headed back home alone, without Angelo. … On Saturday, I got out of the house as soon the sun rises with my audiobook. I missed running and the safest hour to do that was early in the morning. I hope werewolves won’t be awake at that time. I wasn’t right the moment I saw Nana watering her plants around her house. I don’t know how old she was. There were wrinkles on her face, which were crumpled like paper. She’s still strong despite her looks.

Amora I open my eyes in bed, blinking into the soft darkness of my motel room. Something woke me—some noise or movement. I sit up, the blankets falling away from me, then shiver as I realize I’m naked. Frost stands in the corner, his pale eyes glittering. He’s focused on me, his body vibrating with barely restrained tension. A pastel desert print rests on the wall over his head, though it’s watery and insubstantial. More like the suggestion of a painting than the actual thing. Frost’s tattoos wave gently over his skin, just as insubstantial in the darkness. We stare at each other as headlights pass the window and illuminate the sharp angles of his face. Chiseled like granite.

The thought, terrifying as it was, held a seductive appeal. She was lost in this internal battle when the door to her suite quietly opened. Layla jumped, startled, her heart leaping into her throat. She hadn’t heard him approach. Colden Frost stood framed in the doorway, a dark, imposing silhouette against the brighter hallway. He wasn't wearing a suit, but a simple, perfectly fitted black t-shirt that stretched taut across his broad chest, hinting at the sculpted muscle beneath. Dark jeans clung to his powerful legs. His hair was slightly tousled, as if he had just run a hand through it, adding a touch of raw, unpolished appeal to his otherwise pristine appearance.