Elijah Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

It wasn’t just physical. It was charged. Like touching something you shouldn’t. Like wanting something you’ve told yourself to resist. “I can remove the shirt if that makes it easier,” Elias said casually, breaking the silence. Maya froze. “No… I can manage.” But he was already unbuttoning it. Her breath hitched. One button. Then another. His fingers moved slow, deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. She looked away. The shirt slipped from his shoulders, revealing smooth, toned skin and the kind of build that was impossible to ignore. There was a scar near his collarbone—faint but jagged, like a story untold. She wanted to ask about it, but her voice failed her.

She didn't know what he intended to do, but she wanted more bare skin from him. He paused and pulled his T-shirt off. Under that was a dark vest made from Kevlar worn over a white undershirt. He winced as he ripped the Velcro straps free. Both vest and undershirt were shed quickly, giving her the first glimpse of a shirtless Evan. She sighed and smiled, pleased with the view. Miles of muscular planes sculpted his chest and stomach. He leaned over her and bumped her nose with his. "Happy?" She laid her palm against his chest. "Very. Now the pants."

My attention was taken away from the person who spoke so I followed him with my eyes. I froze in my tracks when I saw Elijah who had just come out of the bath. It wears a black robe and its front is open. Its body looks like it was molded by a sculptor. His abs with a washboard abdomen and his chest muscles are like an art. He was wearing only black pants underneath. Her long hair was a bit wet and loose. "Daddy—I mean Elijah, I'll be right back when you get dressed." I quickly turned around and felt my face burning from the heat.

I said. I led Ava out of the room and down the hall to where Elijah and Felix were waiting for us. Elijah looked absolutely gorgeous, it was almost enough to take my breath away. He was wearing a grey three piece suit with a teal shirt. His hair was tied back neatly and his shirt was slightly open at the collar so I could see my mark clearly on his neck. “You look so beautiful,” Elijah said as I closed the distance between us. “Thank-you, you don’t look so bad yourself,” I replied. He pulled me into his arms. He was smiling at me and I could feel his love for me flowing through our bond.

I think Elijah likes to do cooking that's why the counters are big in size and comfortable for me to cook. I was wearing a white t shirt and black loose pants. The thing is you can see my arm tattoo which I usually don't and people wants to see it full and I have never done for anyone so they can only contemplate what type of dragon it is. I can see the maids looking at my tattoo but this is normal reaction. I guess my black hai ,black eyes and six pack body with height does makes me look like a mafia but it is okay.

Red from our kissing, still. My eyes travelled down to his broad throat down to his chest and over his muscles. His biceps was fully out as he was sleeping shirtless, as was his hard six pack and v-line. He was sleeping only in his underwear – I couldn't believe my eyes yesterday when he had taken off his clothes. "Do you mind?", he asked, unbuttoning his shirt. I froze as I threw back my blanket. "What – of course I am! Michael, I'm not ready for-"

"We are on a tropical island—I thought a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of shorts would suit me." I shake my head at him, covering my twitching lips with my hand. "Please, lose the shirt—blue doesn't fit you, neither do the bright flowers on it." "Lose the shirt, huh?" "Yeah," I look up at him, craning my neck. "Pick something—"I trail off, blinking when I notice the shirt is gone, and... Azrael's ripped torso is on full display, naked to the eye, literally. My heart is pounding. I knew Azrael was good-looking, but my entire body is tense from seeing his muscular body under the sun.

Ella is going to be their Luna, whether they like it or not. ELIJAH'S POV Last night was a complete catastrophe. First, I didn't expect to react the way I did when I set my eyes on Cassie. I had gotten the smell of her pheromone from the dressing room, but I didn't want to believe she was the one so I shrugged it off and put on my clothes. When I finished, I went out to check who it was and I froze on my tracks when I saw Cassie. Her pheromone hit me so hard that I had to stutter and I know Ella noticed that it affected me.

He got up from his chair and came towards me angrily and holding my hand said “What are you wearing?” I innocently said, “The clothes are good, they were the clothes of the doctor's wife and look, they fit me perfectly.” I turned around and showed Elijah the dress but I could feel his anger and inside I was afraid that I might become the target of Elijah's anger. When I turned around to show off my dress, Elijah grabbed my hand and pulled me tightly towards him and said, "Take off those clothes, I don't like them at all." I waved my hand and said, "But I am liking this dress very much and it is blooming very well on me."

Not with his condition. But it was there, the feeling raw and undeniable– what was that? That thing blinking on the wall, a tiny red light- “Oh shit!” Someone was watching. Someone saw everything. The mask. The fight. Elijah's face and now… his face.