Elijah Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

I took in a deep breath, “But that was a long time ago, since high school years and clearly she has moved on proving to be better off without me. I didn't mean to do all that to you sister but I was pushed.” “Lies, all lies,” “What do you want to do with me? I'm sitting nake…” I was instantly cut short by a glorious sight, never had I seen anything like it before. Elias had stripped, he had taken the black dress off completely, what's more surprising? He had no underwear on. His shoulders wide and hard, the tattoos on his arm and chest were more visible when he flexed his muscles.

Only rain and the occasional squall can be heard. Elijah returns from his forty minute hot tub session. He had been on the beach before that, caught in the rain and terribly chilly. “I needed that”, he says, strutting through the room, “I was so cold.” I have the brilliant idea of looking up, coming face to face with his naked torso. His hair is still damp and he is only wearing a towel. “Geez”, I gasp, covering my eyes quickly, “couldn’t you have put a shirt on?”

"What would you like for breakfast?" Josephine inquired. After they shared a silent moment on the balcony Josephine and Elijah decided that they freshen up, Elijah wanted to take a shower with her saying that it will save more water but Josephine declined so they showered separately. Josephine wanted to feel casual so she wore her black sweatpants and a white crop top, topping her look off by wearing white Nike socks. She brushed her hair down and only applied mascara and lip-gloss. Elijah had some extra clothes in his car so he wore an oversized black and white flannel with black jeans, and his signature bean necklace. His midnight hair is natural styled into bed head as a few strands of hi

By ten o'clock, the sun is no longer negotiating. Mia changes out of the sundress before they go in, and the rash guard Elias rented goes on. The rash guard is fitted in a way that leaves absolutely nothing ambiguous about her proportions. She turns around to find him already shirtless, white board shorts, the kind of build that makes the surrounding beach rearrange its attention without him doing anything in particular to cause it. She looks at the ocean and picks up her board. "Nervous?" His voice comes from just behind her.

Voss walked closer until he stopped an arm’s length away, threatening, “You can take them off yourself, or I can do it for you, and one of those options is a lot less pleasant.” I held his stare, my pulse loud in my ears, until I finally reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head after a long second. The air in the room was colder than I expected, but I folded the shirt once, set it on the chair, and shoved the sweatpants down to step out of them. Left in only plain black underwear, I felt the cameras tracking every inch of my newly exposed skin. Elian nodded once, as if checking a box, and ordered, “On the table.”

“I’m just… tired.” “Mm.” Ellis’s tone was noncommittal, but her eyes glanced toward the hoodie again. “You know, he wore that all the time in high school. I remember him falling asleep on the couch in it, notebook on his chest. Sometimes I think he liked it better than his friends.” Amelia forced a smile. “I doubt that.” “I don’t.” Ellis’s voice was softer now, almost warning. “Micah gets attached to things. He doesn’t let go easily.”

"Lina" I jumped up and saw Mykel standing beside the bed. I didn't even hear him coming in but that thought was banished and replaced with the sight of him infront of me. He was shirtless and his body was glistening with sweat. His hair was all over the place as if he was tossing it all day. His CK boxers were peaking over his dark blue jeans that hung low revealing his V-line. I swallowed as I forced myself to meet his eyes.

Micah said, stepping away from her clutch, "but I will never forget what you did, Melania. To me and especially to Mason." Melania laughed. "I never swayed Mason to do anything he didn't want to. It's not my fault he wanted to please my every whim. Unlike someone here. I love this shirt on you, by the way." Instantly regretting wearing a shirt, Micah stripped and ripped it into pieces. A second later, it reappeared on his body. Melania laughed. "Deep down in that gorgeous body of yours is the man who fell in love with me," Melania said, trailing a manicured nail down his chest. "I just have to find him."

I gasped, my cheeks turning bright red as his hands brushed against my bare waist. "Take off the sweater, Cassy," Elijah ordered softly, his voice thick with a quiet, intense heat. "It's time to stop hiding." I swallowed my fear, raised my arms, and let him pull the heavy grey sweater over my head, tossing it onto the floor. I stood before him in just my small cotton camisole and black jeans, my long chestnut hair cascading over my shoulders in a soft wave.

There was also a thigh-high slit on the left. I had my hair sleekly straightened and I had just finished applying my lipstick when Elijah stepped out of the bathroom, already dressed in wine-red pants and jacket with a black shirt underneath it. His hair was styled sexily, letting his natural waves fall over his forehead, his sandy brown hair now sprinkled with a dusting of silver. He licked his lips as he looked me over his eyes flashing cobalt blue and his tongue piercing catching the light. Goddess, he still made my core throb, just like he always did. I could never resist this man.