Isla Dawn Naked Novels & Stories

Isabella's POV I cannot wait to get rid of these clothes. I want to take a shower. I walk to the bathroom and get undressed. I am not ashamed of Dante anymore. He has seen me naked before. It's not like it's our first time seeing each other naked. The hot water of the shower flows over my naked body. I feel Dante getting in the shower with me. His nude, hard body presses against mine. I swear this man does not have an ounce of fat. Every part of his body is muscle. He must be working out. Damn it! He is turning me on. I turn around to face him. I run my finger down his body. Dante grabs my hand before I can touch his stiff shaft. He kisses my finger and pushes me against the shower wall, pin

How can I play nice with wolves? He walks away after several attempts to try a new angle and I’m left in peace once more. I want someone to be interested in me, not just what I look like naked. Of course... this dress and this bar probably weren’t the best ways to get that sort of interest. In all fairness, I’m probably judging too harshly. I came here to get laid but not finding someone suitable. I want some good muscle and abs with a good face, it has been long since I've had cardio and intend to make the most out of it.

he said. Ezekiel’s POV. I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath and letting the peaceful surroundings wash over me. As I stared at the endless stretch of the sea, I spoke aloud, “Naked…” “Kissing in there…” “Holding tightly…” “Feeling the warmth…” “Hearing the heartbeat in rhythm with the waves…” “Under the moon…” I was still speaking when I froze mid-sentence. Isabella had stepped toward the water. My breath caught as I saw her fingers slip to the straps of her dress. Slowly, she let it fall, the fabric pooling at her feet in the soft sand.

Isla’s POV I didn’t believe in Brenda’s so-called girl’s night but the morning of the full moon. I had soaked myself in the bath with my all-time favourite lavender wash. I spent long hours in the bathroom, pampering myself and washing my hair. I decided to change my dress. Instead of wearing my usual gown filled with ruffles, I settled for a short mini-skirt, which I paired with a crop top. I packed my hair in a loose bun. I felt chic. With my bag swung over my shoulders, I headed downstairs for breakfast. As usual, Dario wasn’t there, and so was Brenda. I was happy about that and wasn’t in the mood for any chit-chat this morning.

"Sounds great, Megan. See ya then." The brief conversation had been time enough for Candy to snap a picture and send it my way. It was Isa, shirtless, glaring in frustration at the camera, which was zoomed in enough to show a mesh of off-white flecks clinging to bare boobs. She's so fucking embarrassed - you have no idea OMG

The private jet touched down smoothly on the tarmac of Isla de la Rosa, a secluded island paradise owned exclusively by the Blackwood Group. White sandy beaches stretched as far as the eye could see, surrounded by crystal-clear turquoise waters and lush greenery that seemed untouched by the rest of the world. Draven stood up, straightening his tailored shirt, and turned to offer his hand. His grey eyes, usually sharp and unreadable, were soft, warm, and filled with adoration.

There once was a princess that lived on a faraway island. And That island was full of lush green forests, but very little farm land and civilization. The princess's name was Anatonia. She was very beautiful with long wavy chestnut hair that went to her knees, sparkling emerald green eyes with full black lush eyelashes that tipped off her full syrupy brown lips, and a warm tanned skin. Her mother, Queen Amera had jade black hair that reached just about her shoulder blades, warm honey brown hazel eyes with dark full lashes, with pale white skin, and light pink lips. Her father, King Albus, looked much more like his daughter. The same hair and eyes except with redder lips.

DANTE Our day one on the island begins with the sun barely cresting the horizon, painting the sky in soft pinks and golds. We step out of the villa hand in hand, both of us naked except for the thin layer of sunscreen I rubbed into her skin myself… slow, deliberate strokes that had her squirming and wet before we even left the bedroom. The beach is empty, pristine, and all ours.

SEBASTIAN'S POV I was halfway to the door, ready to chase after my mother and demand she tell me exactly what she planned to do to Vanessa, when the bathroom door opened behind me. I turned. Isabella stood there. Completely naked. Water still glistened on her skin from the shower, droplets sliding down between her breasts, over the flat plane of her stomach, down her thighs. Her blonde hair was wet and tousled, falling over her shoulders in waves. Her lips were parted slightly, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

A few moments and then a reply, "I'll be home in a minute, I'm gonna make him cum." I groaned, leaning back into the sofa, a bizarre wave of relaxation overcame me, almost as if I feel into a momentary trance. Just as I was about to drift into a sleep the sliding door opened. Isabella walked in, disheveled, but she wasn't scantily clad. She was actually still in the same dress that she wore to work, but her lipstick was smeared. She looked down and saw my exposed dick, and the mess I made. "So... I guess you liked the video?"