Novel & Cerita Imogen Lucie Nudes

Cool air kissed my bare flesh, goosebumps scattering across me as I stood exposed in my underwear. Both men devoured me with their eyes. “All of it.” Lucien’s voice was thick, filthy. Shame burned through me as I unhooked the bra, baring my breasts to their gaze. My nipples were stiff, aching, betraying me. Last, I slid the panties down, standing utterly naked, trembling under their stare. “Fuck.” Lucien’s growl was feral. His hand cupped my ass from behind, squeezing. “So soft.” Gareth’s gaze sharpened, his nostrils flaring like he could scent my arousal. “She’s wet already.”

Livi stayed still, brimming beneath the surface but I felt my fingernails tingling, ready to swipe should this tiny little bitch try anything. My gaze slowly dropped from her aqua-tinted eyes, down past her delicately freckled cheeks and smirking lips towards her throat. I couldn’t see anything, perhaps I was imagining things. “Allow me Luna,” Imogen whispered, taking one of my hands and lifting it up towards her slender, pale throat. “I believe this is what you’re looking for?” My fingertip brushed against the slightly rough edge in the very top of her neck. Such a thin line it was invisible to the naked eye, hidden in the natural curve of her jawline. But unmistakable.

The way she is giving herself up just to try and give me a chance to leave shows even more how much she was made to be a Luna. This fact was bittersweet. Maybe in another life, she could be mine. "Okay, wrap it up, love birds," Kragen quips, pulling us out of a moment I never wanted to end. Lucy steps back and smiles at me. I could stare at her all day. Being nude isn't all that abnormal in our community when you've shifted, but I forget that Lucy isn't used to this. When I shift back, I notice her eyes darting straight down to my package.

Anyway, Lucien, the center of attention right now, has just finished showering in his room downstairs and has just walked into Juliet's room half-naked with just a brief on. Droplets of water are dripping from his hair, down to his chest, all the way to his abs, and finally to the floor. He looks more like a sea god who has just walked out of his kingdom, his skin glowing in the dark and his biceps glistening. A definition of food worth eating. He is making his way toward Juliet, who is lying on the bed with her eyes closed, dressed in a red nightgown that does nothing to conceal her fair skin and body. The nightgown is both sexy and see-through.

“Don’t hide from me. Not tonight.” His fingers found the zipper on the side of my dress and pulled it down with deliberate slowness. The fabric whispered as it fell, pooling at my feet. I stood there in nothing but black lace underwear, fighting the urge to cover myself. Lucien’s eyes darkened. “Exquisite,” he breathed. He circled me once, like he was admiring something he now owned. Then he stopped in front of me and unhooked my bra, letting it drop. My nipples tightened instantly under his gaze. He hooked his fingers into my panties and slid them down my legs, leaving me completely bare.

'And I'm not scared of taking what I want—you, and somehow, I don't think you would mind seeing me naked. An image of Lucy in his human form, forcing me down onto my bed to lick my skin, plays within my mind. I can visualize his lean body, almost feel his large biceps keeping my arms locked behind my head with ease. God—keeping my poker face is troublesome when Lucy is physically the most attractive man I've ever seen.

Whatever it is, it unleashes a wave of desire within me. My cock soon resumes its call to be let in on the action. It strains against my briefs. Precum soaks into the cotton of my briefs. Excitement pounds behind my ribcage. I reach down, letting my hands settle on the curve of her hips. Lucy’s hips are fire. She once modelled for some swimwear brand; and the images went viral. That’s how sexy she is without clothes. She purrs her approval against my tongue. I pull her towards me, not wanting even for a second for anything to get between us, not even our clothes. As though reading my mind, she presses herself on me as though she wants to burrow into my skin.

73 Lucia stood before him, completely naked save for the towel wrapped around her hair. His eyes widened in shock, his heart pounding as a wave of forbidden desire washed over him. "Lucia... you did not just do this," he rasped, his voice heavy with lust. "You can turn away... or take me to the counter," Lucia smirked. George wanted to turn away, but he couldn't tear his gaze from her. The most tempting part of her body was her small breàsts, with their perfectly pointed nïpples.

Juliette's Point of View My heart slammed against my ribs. Lucian stood before me, completely naked, and I couldn't look away. Water droplets from the shift still clung to his skin. His chest was broad, sculpted like he'd been chiseled from stone. Shoulders wide enough to block out the sun. Arms corded with muscle, veins running down his forearms. His abdomen was a ridged plane of hard lines, each muscle defined and tight. A trail of dark hair ran down from his navel, disappearing below his—

She started to remove her brasserie, but Solomon grabbed her hand. “Let me.” Lucia took a deep breath as Solomon undid his bra, and pulled it away. Warm air swirled around her hard aching nipples. “Mmm, so hard for me.” Lucia’s vision wavered as Solomon ran his thumb back and forth across a nipple, teasing her very sensitive skin. Unable to help herself, she thrust into Solomon’s hand. The scent of chocolate spiked, and Lucia licked her lips. But Solomon stop and released her. But when she took a look at both of them, was she realized that there's something so naughty about being totally nude while her mate was half-dressed. But while it was hot, she still preferred skin on skin.