Erin Moriarty Ever Been Nude Novels & Stories

“Didn’t I say I don’t like betrayal? Especially from my woman!” “What the hell!” I screamed breathlessly. Miron emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his dick. His hair was still wet, water trickling down his abs. He was just blatantly telling us to leave together? I'd seen her fully naked before, just a glimpse, and I wanted to make sure I never saw it again. Because something else inside me seemed to awaken. Curiosity about something you've long kept from doing. That kind of desire. “One” he counted “What did I do? You just showed up half-naked, and I’m wrong for seeing this?”

taking a minute to breathe Morana slowly moved to the sink, when her eyes connected with her reflection in the mirror she gasped, unable to recognize the woman staring back at her. She just noticed that he was stark naked, her hair was in a state not suitable to even be called a bird nest, Morana resembled a ragged doll, maybe even worse, her lips were swollen and red and she had deep purple hickeys that looked more like a wild cat had gotten to her. Not to mention the bright pink claw marks that were scattered all over her body.

It was normally cluttered with her skincare products, jewelry boxes, and a few framed photos of them together. Now, the surface was completely bare. No, not completely. In the center of the polished wood sat a photograph and a folded piece of white paper. Dante picked up the photo, and his pupils contracted. It was a close-up of Alessia's collarbone. Where the Moretti family crest had been, there was now only a faint, white scar. The tattoo had been completely removed. The skin had healed, but the scar was a silent declaration—Dante Moretti had been permanently erased from her body.

THE NEXT MORNING. The maiden got out of the bathroom, eyebrows slightly raised, narrowing her eyes, and angrily pouted. She throws a dagger look at the culprit reading a book. "Why do I have so many hickeys on my body? You know I have a beach photoshoot today? And I need to wear a bikini? You beast!" Sumire hissed as she removed her red thin robe in front of Mort, revealing her body full of love bites, fully naked in his sight. The hunk closes the book and his lips curl into a smirk.

On the bright side, when it came time to film the episode of Turn Me On that dealt with domination, she’d be well prepared. With a sour smile at her own bad humor, Morgan rose and fished around the room for something to hide her nakedness and ward off the morning’s chill. A huge sweatshirt of Jack’s that hung to mid-thigh and a pair of socks later, she finger-combed her hair to rid it of the worst of the tangles. Damn, she couldn’t even find a pair of underwear. And the rest would have to wait. The way her stomach was rumbling, she needed food. With a deep breath, Morgan opened the bedroom door and stepped into the hall.

"Heather, don't cry, please! I would never hurt you like this!" Morgan stirs at the voices. He stretches and smiles, his manhood on full display. He sees his beautiful mate across the room and winks. Morgan's face falls as he sees tears fall down Heather's face. Why was she clothed? Didn't they just....? Morgan turns flips to his side and stumbles away. His best friend is sitting next to him, with only Nathaniel's jacket covering her. "What the hell?!" He shrieks at her. "Why are we naked, Selene!?"

I hold it tight so that it will not be grabbed from me. “Give me that,” The voice of the woman from the dark said but I don’t want to let go of the blanket that is covering me. “Give it to me, I’ve been cold since I came here,” She said while still grabbing my blanket but I am holding it tight for her not to grab it. Until she reveals herself. She is totally naked and only her messy hair is covering half of her body. Her private part is full of bruises and it is bleeding too. Her right breast is gone; she was chained and she is crying in pain.

Sarah and Rena Gasped. “Excuse me Luna but could you remove your bottoms as well. It seems It extends lower than your waist.” I took off my pants. Fully nude in front of them felt somewhat uncomfortable knowing my scars were in full view. She took a picture for me and told me that I could dress. She handed me my phone and I was shocked.

I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth to take it back. Dozens of photos of me... Fully, completely naked, the way you only are when you're certain you're alone — stepping out of the shower with my hair dripping down my spine, sprawled on top of the covers on several hot nights, on my knees on the mattress reaching for the lamp, legs mostly open because who closes their legs alone in their own locked room? "Jesus," I whispered. “This isn’t happening.”

His eyes moved across the screen with the kind of focused attention that meant something had captured his interest. “You’re up early,” he said finally still not looking up. “Couldn’t sleep.” He set the tablet down and studied me. His gaze moved down my body, lingering on the breasts and hardened nipple that was because of the cold. His eyes darkened as he trailed down then back up. “What’s up with the tablet?” I asked to keep the attention away from me. “There’s been some rumors online about Morana Mortaine supposedly coming back. Some anonymous post about the heiress emerging after years of absence.” He turned the tablet toward me.