Duke Depp Naked Novels & Stories

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

A blonde girl lay asleep on the bed, wearing almost nothing. Every single one of them was beautiful. Yet, he felt absolutely hollow. "Rose…," Derrick whispered, his voice barely coherent. "Did you call me, Duke?" Brown hair and brown eyes. The woman resting on his lap groaned softly, waking up at the sound of the man’s murmur. "No." Derrick stared blankly at the dark ceiling. He had no idea how many hours he had been languishing like this. "Do you want to play again, Duke?" "With you?"

“Darling, stop this madness! I already found you a notable suitor who will make you become the most powerful duchess in the country.” “Spare me that, mom. The Duke isn't someone we can get our hands on, despite how wealthy we are! I just found out about him, he is never interested in a woman. Some even suspect that he's gay. Do you think such a man will be attracted to me? We need to get rid of her pregnancy, mom. Getting pregnant before marriage is wrong, and you know that!” “Okay, okay, if that will make you happy, I'll do just that.”

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”

His fingers brush my jaw, hesitant, like I might disappear if he touches too hard. Then the storm shifts. Low footfalls. Mud squelching. A slow clap. Jake’s eyes snap open. He turns. And Duke steps from the shadows of a half-collapsed neighboring tent — casual, elegant, smug, wearing the aftermath of war like a tailored suit. His long coat is drenched and torn, blood splattered across one sleeve, hair slicked back by the rain. He looks annoyingly beautiful. Deceptively calm. But his eyes— Cold. Silver.

All she wanted now was to be naked with them. As if Dux had heard her thoughts, he pulled back, his eyes fierce and bright. She watched as he lowered his boxers to the floor, kicked them away. She’d barely taken in his amazing length and girth, barely registered just how fucking gorgeous he was with all those tight, tattooed muscles, when behind her, she heard a rustle of material. When she glanced over her shoulder, there stood Drake, naked and just as massive and beautiful, with the same salt-and-pepper chest hair, the same strong collarbone.

Disreputable Adjective: Not respectable in character or appearance. "This is BBC Radio 4 and here is the news read by Chris Aldridge." "The artist son of The Duke of Shettleham, Jasper Neyve, who is the Marquis Prybourn was photographed by the press early this morning rescuing a runaway horse at the gates of Hyde Park. It seemed that the rescue happened on the spur of the moment as Marquis Prybourn was naked except for a pair of women's red silk and lace underwear. He ran across the road and jumped on the back of the horse to stop it, running into traffic. When asked about his attire, the Marquess said that he jumped out of bed and his girlfriend's pants were the first thing he picked up. He

I twisted the door, not at all surprised that it was unlocked and stood with my arms folded, tapping my foot at him as he stepped into the shower, not even attempting to hide his nudity from me. I had known that he would wake up naked, obviously, wolves couldn't shift in their clothes. I had been prepared for that. What I hadn't been prepared for was the sight of all that golden skin, glistening under the spray of the shower, the water running down his body, making me think all manner of dirty things - mainly my tongue following the stream, licking my way down his body... "Are you planning on standing there salivating or would you like to join me?" Duke grinned, snapping me out of my delicio

Goosebumps spread over her skin as she remembered his anger, the cold steel of the pen pressed against her neck, and his breath was so raw and menacing. “You’re late…” The Duke’s voice cut through her thoughts, low and almost predatory. Her head snapped up just in time to see him step out of the bathroom, naked. Water dripped from his muscular frame, his dark hair slicked back. Her breath seized as her eyes involuntarily raked over his body—the sharp angles of his jaw, the broad expense of his chest, the hard lines of his abdomen, and lower still, where his erected cock was hard to ignore. He caught her staring, and a scoff escaped his lips, laced with disdain and amusement.

“They are ready for you,”the moderator said softly, peeking into the waiting area. Ashley adjusted her blazer and glanced sideways.“Are you breathing or just pretending again?”her voice calm but edged with quiet humor. Duke let out a slow breath.“I am breathing. I think. My chest just forgot how to do it properly in front of cameras.” “You built empires in rooms scarier than this,”she replied, checking the notes tablet once more.“This time you are not standing alone. That changes everything.”