Isla Dawn Naked Novels & Stories

But a certain someone was not at ease. Lisa buckled the seat belt and turned 180° to face Brad. "You are still supporting your friend? He is cheating on Celestine openly and you are defending him." Lisa pointed her long nails at Brad. "Ocean is always large and deep. We passersby' can only see what is on the surface but deep down only that ocean knows what it is hiding." Brad wanted to rip Athena but his hands were tied. "You mean Damien is Ocean and he is trying to hide something big. Do you think I will fall for this nonsense?" Lisa scoffed.

Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.

She was still confused about the man's identity. "Yes. He's my brother." Anika pondered. "Your brother??" They all asked at the same time. They were surprised to know that it was Anika's brother. Anika hasn't talked anything about her family. She hardly answers their questions about where she came from. "I hope you'll trust me now. Dubheasa and her armies are already approaching the island. Though we already made it rain, her desire to set the island on fire is still persevering." Edgar informed them.

As he stood there, his bare chest still glistening with droplets of water, Isla couldn’t help but let her gaze wander over him. His body was nothing short of stunning, with strong, well-defined muscles that only added to the natural allure he exuded. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him, standing there in nothing but a towel, which barely managed to cover his nakedness. The sight of him made her heart race, and she felt an undeniable pull toward him, a desire that she struggled to control. It was all so overwhelming, so raw, yet so beautiful.

Every adult pretended not to get turned on by the way he filled out those red swim shorts. Isla had watched him every day. He never looked back. Until yesterday. She had bent over to tie her sandal, too slow, her ass high, the neckline of her tank top gaping. When she glanced up, he was watching. Just once. A second too long. That night, she hadn’t slept. And now, here she was. Naked. In his territory. She dove into the water with barely a splash, her body arching like a ribbon. She surfaced and flipped onto her back, hair fanning around her like seaweed, eyes closed, nipples poking through the surface.

A headline screaming across the top of a gossip blog: Billionaire Noah Frost Spotted on Secret Getaway With Mystery Woman #WhoIsShe #FrostAffair #MysteryGirl Pictures. Pictures of me. On the balcony. In his shirt. Laughing. His arms around me. My throat closed. “Dawn…” My voice cracked. “Baby, breathe,” she whispered. “Just breathe.” “But how—how did they get these photos?” I whispered, panic slamming into my chest like a truck. “The island is private.” “Someone leaked it. Someone sold it. This happens with big names.” My eyes filled. “Oh God. Dawn, I look—I look like—like some secret side chick.”

I know I probably don't look any better, I'm beginning to smell myself and I don't sleep nice. Isla stands up, her knees popping and she gives me a pointed stare. "We need to bath, Kyan. I swear my skin is starting to crawl." She watches me for a moment then sighs. She pulls out a short dress from her bag and walks away. When Isla returns wearing the fuchsia tulle dress, I have already put off the fire and I'm more than ready to eat.

I hissed out. Isabella wrapped her mouth around my cock, sliding up and down the shaft with her juicy lips. Her hand grasped the base and moved in sync with her mouth. She was driving me crazy. I gripped the back of her hair, and Isabella moaned on my cock. The hum of it on her lips sent vibrations down the length of my shaft. “God, you’re going to make me cum, bunny,” I growled. “But I want your pussy.” Isabella stood up and slipped off her dress. She was completely naked underneath. “This pussy?” She said, sliding her hand down between her legs.

Sexy. I reached for him, fingers hooking into the waistband of his sleep pants. “Your turn,” I said, tugging them down over his hips. Isaac helped me, kicking them off entirely, and then he was naked too. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of him. I’d known he was fit—I’d seen him shirtless earlier—but seeing him completely nude was something else entirely. His cock stood proudly erect, thick and long and utterly perfect. “See something you like, Princess?”

The room felt quiet, the air thicker. Then came the knock. “Go away, Sienna,” I muttered, voice low. “I’m busy.” No answer. Then a hesitant voice — “It’s… not Sienna.” My hands still. “Come in,” I said, quieter this time. The door creaked open, spilling light from the hallway across the dark floor. Isla stood there, framed in the doorway like some misplaced item. She was barefoot, wearing one of Sienna’s oversized shirts that hit mid-thigh, her hair pulled up in a lazy bun. The glasses were gone, and without them, she looked even hotter.