Drake Bell Shirtless の小説・ストーリー

Two guards flank his left and right and as they pass, the servants instinctively bow their heads, their bodies lowering in deference. Drake stops in front of me and pulls off his dark blue shirt, revealing his muscled torso. “Put this on,” he says and I accept it with trembling hands, quickly slipping it on. It was traumatic to be forcefully stripped in front of the crowd and I have to wonder if my mind is playing tricks on me when I catch Drake’s eyes lingering on my breasts momentarily before he turns his attention back to the servants. I shake my head. Drake is not like that. My mind is not thinking straight.

"Damn how come I didn't realize earlier.My touch produces current?" Drax frowns, looking at his hands like he has never seen them before. "What nonsense are you upto?" I exclaimed in both confusion and annoyance. "I mean it has to be the case for you to react like that" He backs off, stuffing his hands in his jeans pocket.A soft cream color shirt with half the buttons undone, leaving his chest and the abs for the show. Why bother wearing it when he can't even button his shirt? Roam around shirtless instead.

I uttered, but he glared at me like he's threatening me not to speak. "Shut up, wife and allow me to carry you until we reach our room. I wanted to do this because I didn't want my wife to feel tired." Drake uttered towards me and I didn't know how to react. I just heaved out a deep breath and allow him to carry me until we reach the room. Drake put me down too cautious and my heart pounded so fast inside my chest when he take off his shirt in front of me. His six-pack abs reveals in front of me and they seemed shimmering in my eyes.

The bottom of the dress fell mid-thigh with a short slit to the right of the bottom. As I slipped on strappy heels, Drake came out of the washroom looking stunning in a black suit, with a red tie contrasting the suit. He walked over to me, “Maybe we should stay in and just get room service again,” he suggests. Laughing as he wraps his arms around me grabbing my ass and pulling me close to feel his hard edges. “No way, you look too good not to show off tonight,” I say teasing him. “I am the one that will have to growl at all the men who will be checking out my mate,” he says.

Period. Drake walked into the men's locker room and tugged off his T-shirt and shorts before slipping out of his shoes, socks, and underwear. He wanted a cold shower, and then he would call Jake to check on Sicily. He needed to stay hands-off until she contacted him. She had seen him at his worst, anger and aggression being the main characteristics that she'd attacked back at the shop. He had fucked up royally, but it was her move. The ball was in her court.

They ate each other's lips as they both struggled for dominance in the other person’s mouth. While they were kissing, Rissa grabs the helm of Drax’s black t-shirt and lifts it up to undress him. Drax raises his hands and the t-shirt comes sliding off his body, revealing his white tank top. She grabs the tank top also, and in the same swift motion, the tank top comes off, revealing his sexy chiseled abs, and they continue their intense kissing.

Theo threw a piece of the shirt at her. It wasn’t particularly her shirt, she sensed. Running her fingers over the silk, she could feel it. Bringing it closer to her eyes, she realized it was a black shirt. “Wear it,” Theo muttered, reaching for a leather electric shock collar. He sighed, watching her as she pulled on the shirt. He walked toward her and pulled her neck close. Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.”