Eminence In Shadow Nude Novels & Stories

he’d said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Marcus sat in a chair by the fireplace, the flames casting an eerie glow on his sharp features. His dark eyes fixed on me as if he could read every thought I was desperately trying to conceal. The corners of his mouth curled into a faint, almost predatory smile. I wrapped the coat tightly around my body instinctively. I only had my briefs for stripping on, as I wanted to get the job done as quickly as I could. “Sit,” he said, gesturing to the chair opposite him.

In the shadow of the Sap-Siege, our intimacy was a Biological Anchor. We made love in the damp dark, our heartbeats a defiant, irregular rhythm against the slowing pulse of the Tree. There was no gold-violet light, no cinematic glow. There was only the sound of our breathing, the salt on our skin, and the frantic, rhythmic effort to prove we were still alive. It was an intimacy of the mud—visceral, unpolished, and fiercely human. Every thrust was a declaration that the "Wild" could not be simplified into static lead. As we reached the peak, the sheer heat of our connection seemed to push back the gray blight on the surrounding roots, leaving a small, temporary circle of living green. "The Sh

He broke off the kiss and stepped out of the jeans that pooled at his ankles. Shadow sat on the bed to do the same before shuffling back to the centre and laying back against the pillows. The sight of him, the lean length of his body, the wide shoulders and ridged stomach muscles, super-hero handsome square jaw and mess of overgrown brown hair flopping over his forehead, laying out waiting, unembarrassed, his erection evidence of how turned on he was, made Raven’s heart stutter. “F-k you’re gorgeous, Shadow,” it was said before Raven had finished the thought behind the words.

My heart did that familiar, treacherous skip. The Shadow: I keep thinking about the way you looked against the door. How quiet you tried to be while they were right outside. It’s driving me insane. Then, the screen flickered as an image loaded. It was a photo—Luca in his bedroom, his jeans pushed down, his Cock hard and straining against his hand, the moonlight hitting his muscles just right. The Shadow: See what you do to me? I want you again. Properly. Somewhere we don't have to listen for footsteps.

An examination of her neck assured the young couple that although there was a scar, in time it would fade, not that it mattered to Shadow, who promptly declared that he found it badass, and definitely a turn on. Isabella felt herself blush, and would've tripped over her own feet if he hadn't had a firm hold on her; that was the day that she had remembered her dreams, and since then, every conversation seemed to be filled with sexual innuendo. Shadow grinned, glad that his little mate couldn't see his shaft standing to attention as they walked, he could smell her arousal, wafting up into his nostrils and it was driving him crazy, but he wanted to respect Isabella's choices and move at her pac

We have been waiting seven years for our mate, and now that we finally found her, we won't ever let her go. I know, I do too. She's perfect. I replied back to him. I crawled in bed trying to push Winter's face and scent from my mind so I could sleep because the sooner I fell asleep, the sooner I can see her tomorrow. As I closed my eyes, Shadow thought it would be funny to send me images of me and Winter having sex in different positions. The first image was us in the missionary position. She's lying on her back with her legs wrapped around me while I pound into her as she massages my balls. The second image that Shadow displayed was doggy-style. We are in my office and she is bent over my d

But I know he’s here. My body senses him before my mind does. And then he appears. Out of the shadows—like a beautiful curse. Naked. Shadow’s skin gleams in the firelight, and he looks more beast than man. His breath is deep. His golden eyes blaze. There’s a restrained violence in his expression, as if he’s on the verge of breaking. Or breaking me. "You came," I whisper. "I always come when you need me," he says, his voice ragged… but fierce.

Inside the hidden basement room, the air was thick, humid, and stifling — heavy with the rich scent of wet earth, blooming jasmine from the garden outside, melting candle wax, sweat, and the sharp, sweet musk of two dripping, aroused pussies. Kien “Shadow” Nguyen, 41, stood naked in the flickering golden candlelight. Tall, lean-muscled, and covered in dark tattoos that gleamed on his sweat-slick golden skin, his massive cock stood rock-hard and throbbing. The thick, veined shaft pulsed visibly, the fat purple head swollen and angry, leaking thick beads of precum that stretched downward in slow, heavy drips onto the wooden floor. He had dragged Mai Linh and Hương Vy here when the first sirens

She sucked greedily, drooling all over it, taking him deeper until she gagged. “Good little slut,” the shadow groaned, pushing more of himself into her room. His free hand reached down and roughly squeezed her tit, pinching her nipple hard. Another shadow appeared in the mirror. This one stepped through completely, solidifying behind her on the bed. Strong hands grabbed her hips and yanked her ass up. Elena moaned around the cock in her mouth as she felt a huge, blunt head rubbing against her soaked cunt lips. The shadow behind her didn’t tease. He slammed inside her in one brutal thrust, burying every inch into her tight pussy.

His deep baritone jolted me violently out of my daydream. I screamed. My scream cracked even more when I saw Shadow coiled around his neck. He was shirtless, and my eyes couldn't help but roam over his chest. My gaze flicked, fast and calculating, counting the ridges and the impossible perfection. Eight… eight fucking packs. He was sexy... unbearably, sinfully sexy. My knees threatened to buckle, and my hands itched... no, begged to touch the hard planes of his chest. "Like what you see?" His voice cut through me, low and teasing, yet edged with something dangerous.