Drake Bell Shirtless Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.”

Drake was waiting. He stood on the threshold, backlit by the soft, controlled lighting of the house’s interior. He was still in his tuxedo, but the jacket was gone, the tie yanked loose, and his shirt was partially unbuttoned, exposing a sliver of that powerful, scarred chest. He looked less like a corporate titan and more like a captured beast. The moment the car door closed, muffling the sound, his eyes locked onto mine. There was no greeting. No small talk. Only raw, concentrated possession.