Novel & Cerita Jasmine Skye Nude

I said it without batting an eye. Elias was so mad he could not even speak. Just then, Jeannie's eyes landed on the urn I placed by the grave, still unburied. She picked it up. "Elias, I want to bury Daisy here." She looked at me with a smirk that sent chills down my spine, icy as a snake. "Noelle, my Daisy's gone. You don't need to use a fake urn to hold a spot just to catch Elias's eye. Daisy was a real life, and I hope she finds peace in heaven. So, let's leave this place for her."

My blood boiled in my veins. I opened the door to the dressing room forcefully. Tears were streaming down my face as I looked at him. “Filthy? Slave? That’s what you really think of me!?” “Isn’t that what you are?” His reply was so cold it stunned me. “You were a fool to think that I would ever mate with you, even if the Moon Goddess fated it.” I blinked. What? “I reject you, Skye. I, Alex Wilder, reject you as my mate.”

And there he was. Damian. Topless His hair was damp, curling slightly at the ends like he’d just stepped out of a shower. His skin gleamed faintly in the moonlight filtering through the hall window—strong shoulders, sculpted chest, a faint trail of water running down his sternum. He looked like something out of a fever dream. His golden eyes found me instantly. “Skye,” he said, voice low and unreadable. I froze. Panic shot through me like lightning. My brain scrambled for an excuse. A lie. Anything.

"Oh, come on, Aria. Don't be like that. It's just a piece of jewelry anyway. Besides, look... it suits me much better, doesn't it? The color brings out my skin tone." She tilted her head, posing slightly, admiring herself in the reflection of the glass window. "And Gavin said so too," she added, her voice dropping to a whisper, full of satisfaction. "He said I look more elegant wearing it than you." I felt like I was going to faint. The room started spinning. But the nightmare wasn't over yet. Just then, Gavin walked down the stairs. He was wearing his bathrobe, his hair still messy from sleep. He looked fresh, completely different from the drunk man I saw last night.

Skye's palms slapped flat against the glass as I pressed her down‚ her cheek turning to the side against the cool surface‚ her breath fogging the glass beneath her mouth. I pinned her there with one hand flat between her shoulder blades while the other found the waistband of her jeans. I popped the button‚ yanked the zipper down‚ and dragged everything off her hips in one rough pull‚ jeans and underwear together‚ shoving them down her thighs until they bunched at her knees. Cool air hit her bare skin. Goosebumps raced across her flesh. She shivered but didn't pull away. Instead she pressed her palms harder against the glass and arched her back‚ lifting her hips toward me.