Novel & Cerita Derek Hale Shirtless

The agony screamed louder than my disoriented mind. “Ahh!” My attempts to turn were met with metal restraints. “What?” My arms were spread and handcuffed to the headboard and my ankles were tied to a wet rope. “Clover, shift,” I ordered. “No,” she replied. “Now’s not the time to be stubborn,” I growled. “I can’t shift Summer. I can’t penetrate the substance on the restraints.” “Oh fuck. Can you reach Ezra?” “We’re too far away.” The door burst open and Derek strolled in. He was shirtless and his hair was wet. He let in loud laughter and heavy metal music when he opened the door. He kicked the door shut and marched over to the bed.

He reached for his clothes and began to remove them. “What are you doing? Aren’t you going to think about this first?” Fighter asked, whispering into Derek’s ear. “We should do as he says. It’s not like we have any superpowers we can boast of. Let’s find out,” Derek responded in a whisper, and Fighter nodded reluctantly. He also reached for his clothes and began to remove them. “So what next?” Derek asked after he was done stripping. He was totally naked in front of Noah—and so was Fighter. “Now, close your eyes and think of something. A memory that would trigger your emotions.

I opened it to find Derek standing on my porch, looking more handsome than I had ever seen him before. He was wearing a simple white shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing his toned forearms, and the collar was open, showing off his strong neck. His hair was perfectly messy, and his eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief behind his sunglasses.

{Vanessa's POV} Perfect. I noticed as I was mingling, I saw that Hailee went upstairs. I excused myself and crept my way upstairs. I barged into Derek's room and couldn't believe my eyes. "Oh. My. God" In my disbelief, I see Derek and Hailee on the bed. Derek was shirtless and on top of Hailee. They immediately stopped as soon as I came in. "What the hell?!" I shouted. "Oh, shit," Derek said.

his cloths were rumpled and dirty . "hey Derek " I called "hummm " he hummed . "you look really happy what's the occasion " I stylishly ask but ended a chuckle from him "am just happy " he said and push his door open and we both walked in . he took off his dirty jacket and tossed in on the coat stand beside his reading table .he took off his boots too ad in no time he was completely naked in front of me , damn he doesn't know what he's doing to me . I could already feel my pussy getting wet by mare looking at his naked body .

He didn’t need to be told twice. He rolled off the bed and stood up – “Slowly,” I whispered. “I want to watch.” He stopped and stared down at me in the candlelight, then nodded like he was dazed. You know how hot guys in the movies take off their shirts? They reach up behind their backs and grab the fabric and pull it over their heads, and the whole shirt lifts up from their abs, and it looks really sexy? Derek did that, and it was even hotter.

CHAPTER 33 Freckles Derek stood motionless as he scrolled through his playlist for the perfect song to play. He had almost nothing on except a pair of tight designer briefs, the kind where the elastic waistband is all that covered your rear. His chest was patterned with crisscrossing tan lines from high school football workouts, each one a reminder of his commitment to discipline and excellence. The track finished loading, and soft music began to emanate from his speakers. "What do I do for love?" Derek sang along in a smooth voice that would have melted any heart within a half-mile radius. There was nothing to do for love but he sang along anyway. All these were done to take his mind off th

My fingers ache, nails biting into the wood as I close the distance. I’m halfway to him when the sight of him hits me like a sledgehammer to the lungs. Hale Holt is a goddamn disaster. He’s reclined in his oversized leather chair like he owns every inch of this room, this city, this planet. Bourbon glints in the half-empty crystal glass in his right hand, the bottle beside him drained past the halfway mark. The collar of his shirt is gone—no, not just the collar. The entire thing is hanging open, sleeves rolled to the elbows, buttons undone and forgotten. His bare chest is on full display, a perfect canvas of power and corruption, covered in ink that looks like it was carved into him by demo

Maybe he would slide those long fingers back inside me again. Maybe this time he wouldn’t stop. I wanted all of it. I just didn’t dare say it out loud. I picked up my bag and the bathroom door opened. Derek stepped out completely naked, that limp, useless dick dangling between his legs like a sad afterthought. “Where are you going dressed like that, Sloan?” he asked, walking toward the closet. I’m going to get my pussy fixed, you dumb fuck. The one you’ve ignored for years while I lay next to you every night burning up.

Framed fight posters showing a younger, snarling Derek in black trunks and gloves, veins popping, sweat shining off his delicious, jacked body. …shirtless with gloves on. “I’m not the only one who eye fucks you,” I echoed his earlier words, dumbfounded. “Because you're a wrestler. Like, professionally. Not a man slut with a hundred whores you expect me to tolerate.” Derek threw his head back and laughed until his whole frame shook. My whore body was on fire with embarrassment… and something else. Raw, primal, hungry. Of course my sex god, devil husband was an athlete. “I, fuck. I'm drunk, aren't I?” I said, watching his body still.