Ezra Miller Shirtless Mga Nobela at Kwento

The sheets tangled around my legs felt different and foreign. Ezra stood there, staring down at me. His face twisted in anger and disbelief. He was shaking. Shirtless with his skin pale in the morning light. Shorts hanging low on his hips low enough that I could see the V of his muscles dipping down. The trail of dark hair leading lower. His hands balled into fists at his sides. Chest rising and falling fast. Like he was fighting something. God, he looked good like this. Scared. Exposed. Mine.

We stay there goofing for a while before Helena goes silent. "What?" I asked and looked back, following her eyes to see what had commanded her attention. And I cursed. Of course, he'd pull something like this. It's Nate, shirtless and in shorts. Those kinds that leave nothing to the imagination. Really? He had to do that right now?

Jessie smiled and came to lay the dresses on the bed beside Ana. Ana eyed all of the dresses and saw they were all nighties. “Am I supposed to wear this to meet with Mr Miller?” She looked at Jessie in question. Jessie nodded. “One of the staffs gave me these, they are all sent from Mr Miller. He wants you to be very comfortable while you're having your rest in his home.”

She hadn't recover from the mind blowing feeling yet. Elijah got out of bed and began to remove his belt. He removed his jean and shorts. His erection sprang free, standing all proud and tall. Emma looked at his manhood and gulped, she hadn't seen him yesterday clearly. She felt shy seeing Elijah's manhood. He was huge and Emma could not help but stare at it. Elijah found her expression amusing. "Why not feed your mouth too?" He told her sexily. She looked at him not sure of herself.