Jules Bond Nude Novels & Stories

I am saved from answering by Natalie coming out of the bathroom. “I am done,” she announces.” She is dressed in a lime-colored, sheer nightgown that falls just above her knees. And I am seriously reconsidering my decision to stay back. My mate is sexy. “Still want to be a gentleman?” my wolf snarks. “Shut up,” I retort. “Damien? Are you okay?” Natalie asks as she walks towards me. “Um. I am okay, just uh, lost in thought. Do you feel refreshed now?”

The silky fabric clung to her curves perfectly before trailing behind her like liquid jade. From the front, it was elegant and deceptively modest but when she turned, the dress dipped low, very low, exposing her toned back and her spine tattoo, trailing all the way down to her waist. “Okay, what's the idea for tonight?” I asked, sitting on the bed as Jules fastened the strap of my heels. “Well it's kinda like a charity thing.” She explained. “Nolan's best friend’s dad is some big shot apparently.” “Oh,” I tilted my head. “Who is he?”

Something had changed for her, and it wasn't just my arrival. The bathroom was large for an apartment, with a wide garden tub and hand shower, instead of the usual combination tub and shower. Jules shut the door, and then went to run the water, bringing steam to the air. I stepped out of my sandals, but she took over undressing me before I could do anything else. I raised my arms when she lifted my sweater over my head. She knelt to open the button on my pants and then slid them down along with my panties, while I removed my bra.

“You wouldn’t dare try to claim me as your mate.” “Why not? Both our mates are dead, and there is no one to get between us unless you count your little boy toy. Do you fantasize about him as you play with yourself at night?” A downright devious smirk rolled across Jules’s face as he rolled over onto his knees on the bed. Before I had a chance to retort, Jules climbed over the top of me. “Get off me, you sick bastard.” “Oh, you know I love it when you talk dirty to me, angel.” Jules shuddered as he spoke.

Sydney picked up the iodine and demanded, "Take your shirt off." It was warm inside the apartment, so Julien was wearing only a shirt. When Julien heard Sydney ask him to take off his shirt, his eyes sparkled. He then looked back at Sydney. Seeing the iodine in her hand, he realized that he was wrong. Sydney just wanted to apply iodine to his wounds. Thinking about it, Julien showed a disappointed look in his eyes. But soon, it disappeared. He took off his shirt, and his naked body was revealed. Julien was in great shape. He spent a lot of time in the gym. He had pecs and abs.

“You're practically naked, and you're asking what's wrong with your clothes? Did you even look in the mirror before you stepped out of the room?!” I folded my arms and pursed my lips. “Go and change out of those clothes.” “No.” “Logan!” “Why? Are you afraid you will get aroused while working out?” His eyes narrowed further. “What the hell —” “You're straight, aren't you? You don't need to worry about the clothes I wear indoors. Besides, it's not as if in wearing it out. I'm not a flasher.” Jules closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled before he opened them. “We're going for a workout. You will meet others —”

His thick, hard length sprang forward, and she climbed onto his lap in one smooth movement. His hands gripped her waist as she positioned herself, guiding her hips as she slowly sank down onto him. They both groaned, their breath catching at the intensity of the first connection. “Oh, Kyla…” Jules murmured, his voice thick with lust. She rolled her hips, setting a slow, deep rhythm, grinding against him, her body welcoming every inch of him with aching familiarity. It was even better than she remembered. Her hands went to her shirt, undoing the buttons until it slipped open. Jules wasted no time reaching behind her, unhooking her bra and letting it fall. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs bru

He peeled her dress over her head, his eyes trailing down her breasts with longing as he made her lie on the bed. Her breasts were soft and full, her nipples already peaked with arousal. He leaned in, his tongue circling one nipple as his hand kneaded the other, drawing a breathless moan from her lips. Her fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, revealing his sculpted chest and broad, familiar body. She trailed her fingers down the ridges of his stomach, her touch light and trembling. His hand slipped beneath the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs slowly. He kissed every inch of her thigh as he went, until she was naked beneath him.

"Our grandfather stole our bond, but now we have a chance to rewrite our destiny, to rediscover the love that was robbed from us." Her words resonated within me, the revelation of another sister, Lila, leaving me breathless. The truth of my identity as the true Luna mated to the alpha brothers, remained unchanged. But the existence of Lila, a supposed dead sibling, added a new layer of complexity to the web of secrets and desires that surrounded us. Her words echoed through my mind, and I couldn't help but be drawn to the possibilities her presence held. However, a nagging feeling lingered a doubt that whispered in the depths of my heart. Was this reunion truly as innocent as it seemed?

saying that she grabbed her bag and tried to run out but a hand held her from behind and yanked her closer to him and she yelled in pain. “Stop pretending to be innocent “ Jules whispered into her ear, “ I know what girls like you do and I am ready to mingle” saying that he cupped her right breast and gave it a squeeze, she yelled in pain and the next moment she was pushing him away so hard and her dress got ripped off revealing the red bra she was wearing.