Novel & Cerita Emilia Mernes Nude

"Do you think he will be able to move on that fast?" "I don't know." I shrugged as I took a sip of my drink. "You and Celine are so different." Adam said as he gestured me to sit down. I sat across him and put my glass champagne down on the table. "Different? Tell me more.." "Celine is pretty much the perfect girl. If there's an angel on earth, she's the girl. Well-mannered, understanding, caring, loving, supportive and the list goes on. She's that perfect and everyman was jealous of Leon." Adam said as he put his champagne glass on the table.

It's going to be a disaster. Pulling the bathroom door open, I freeze at the sight I'm met with. Emiliana has one leg on top of the shower bench and her head is thrown back, eyes closed as she pleasures herself. I've never seen anything so erotic. My cock instantly gets hard. She's too busy to notice my arrival, so I take a moment to watch her. Glad that I didn't use glass walls to separate the space. A smile curves her lips and I know she knows I'm here. Wrapping my fist around my aching cock, I ask,

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Neru scratched the back of his head and answered, "Emilia is my mate, Luna." "What?" in incredulity, I mumbled. Slowly, my body relaxed though it took time for my brain to process what I have learned. Who would have thought that the weakling beta of the Dark Moon pack would be so fortunate? Emilia is a pain in the ass, yes but I could tell she's a fine woman the men are wishing for. "Freaking unbelievable." Shaking my head, I snickered.

My hands twisted the knob, eager to welcome Lorraine back and make sure she never leaves the house without my knowledge. I hissed loudly as the unwanted visitor flashed me a warm smile. "What in God's name are you doing here?" I questioned. Emilia furrowed her brows and ushered herself in. I glanced at her in irritation, and wondered why she would dress like a harlot to visit me. Her strapless yellow dress clung tightly to her body and the length hung under her butt. Her upper breasts were barely covered by the low neckline which stopped just below her nipples. She should have left them opened as there was no use of covering them.

Kane drawled when she tossed her dress aside and stood in front of him in her underwear. “It doesn’t matter. She’s not here.” “I love Emilia.” “I know. I want to be your Emilia tonight, Kane. Please, let me be her for just one night.” She removed her underwear and stepped closer to Kane, rubbing her boobs in his face. “Please, tell me you like that,” she whispered desperately. “Tell me you love me.” “I love Emilia,” he moaned even as he began to touch her. “I am Emilia. Tell me you love me,” she said, unbuttoning his shirt feverishly.

Yet, here she was, drawn back by a cryptic letter from an unknown sender. Emilia is a vibrant 23-year-old with an infectious zest for life. She stands at an average height of 5'6" with a slender, athletic build that spoke to her active lifestyle. Her warm, olive-toned skin glowed with health, complemented by her deep brown eyes that radiated warmth and intelligence. Emilia's long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, often tucked behind her ears to reveal a pair of simple, elegant earrings. Her style is a mix of casual chic and bohemian flair, often seen in flowy dresses or well-fitted jeans paired with colorful, patterned tops. Emilia’s smile is her most striking feature, lightin

f***. when I saw emliys when she was fully went man she looked soo seductive .I immediately got a boner

[A/N: Just a little reminder that this book is rated 18+, as there will be sexually explicit scenes that some readers may find disturbing. ] Marcelo~ The constant pitter patter of rain drops against my window sill, was the only sound keeping me company, as I sat alone with my thoughts. Thoughts that revolved around a particularly interesting female. Emilia Anderson! She grew up to be a fucking goddess, one I'd love to worship on my bed. Those baby blue eyes and the sadness they seemed to hide, I couldn't get them out of my head. Not that I even wanted to, I've always had a thing for her.

It looked way too false. This might just be the kind of smile she will be wearing from now on, no thanks to you. I shut my subconscious mind down and dropped the picture on my table like it burned. I was just about to ring for one of my men to get a reply ready for him when my door opened and Emilia walked in. She was dressed in one of those skirts of hers— the kind that hugs her body and leaves little to the imagination— and she had on a white crop top that stopped an inch above her belly button so her skin was exposed from her belly button down to her waist where the red skirt stayed.

“Fitting.” They sat in silence for a while longer, watching as the first drops of rain kissed the petals of the wisteria. The quiet was comforting. Emilia reached into her pocket and pulled out her notebook again, this time not to write names, but to sketch—lazy lines of vines, blossoms, and runes she remembered from Elira’s lessons. Mochi leaned against her side. “We’ll be okay,” she murmured. Emilia glanced down at her. “Even if they hate me again?”