Kaos Tanpa Lengan Pria Novels & Stories

he said curtly as he finally took off his tie, leaving him with just a black tank top I walked over to the table and placed the letter down, stealing a quick glance at Kai. He looked tired, the weariness evident in the lines on his forehead. He had just a black tank top and black pants on, and i could see his tattoos. Even though this wasn’t the first time i would be seeing him almost shirtless, i still couldn’t get enough of it. I could literally pay to see him this way each day of my life. "Is there anything else?" he asked, his tone clipped.

Here he unwound his cloak and, listening attentively, dressed quickly. The pants turned out to be quite the right size, but all the shirts were very tight in the shoulders. I had to limit myself to a sleeveless jacket that did not converge on the chest, and he left it open. It remains to find boots and pick up a scabbard for swords. There were no shoes in the bags, but Yarsi did not take them off the corpses.

We stare at each other with the same stern expression as we check out one another. He was huge and tall, the exact opposite of me. He had black wild hair, and black medium length beard that made him look much older than twenty eight. It made him look extra manly and masculine especially since it was supported by broad shoulders, hard rippled arm muscles, and no doubt a well shaped six pack underneath his black, button down, long sleeve shirt. The shirt was untucked, and the sleeves were rolled up to just below his elbows. He was wearing a black skinny jeans underneath.

Once the expensive cotton fabric was off his body, he casually tossed it onto the leather chair. Kael now stood bare-chested in the dimly lit room. His physique was the perfect representation of discipline and a strictly maintained upper-class lifestyle. His clean, bronze-toned skin stretched over a frame of well-defined and proportionate muscles. His broad chest was sculpted with firm contours, perfectly complemented by a flat abdomen where the faint outlines of six-pack abs became visible every time he exhaled. The subtle veins running along his arms and broad shoulders further emphasized his intimidating masculinity—a body capable of making any woman lose her ability to think within secon

He watched us with an unreadable expression, we couldn't figure out if he saw potential, or failures. I hated the man before me, I despised everything he stood for, and yet, the second he crossed his arms, his muscles flexing over his black shirt, I gulped. Kai's all-black attire did nothing to hide the perfectly carved body beneath the clothing. Whoever had created him had to have spent three years doing it, maybe even earned a degree or two. There were tattoos on his right arm, a Celtic knot woven with thick lines on his upper arm, and abstract, wave-like spirals that extended down, right above his wrist.

Hіѕ ѕkіn іѕ a deep tаn undеr thе white hіgh quality соttоn. Thеrе’ѕ nоt a hаіr on his сhеѕt, аnd his nіррlеѕ аrе ѕmаll аnd pink. There are no tattoos on this mаn; juѕt thе ѕсеnt of еxреnѕіvе аftеrѕhаvе. I ѕlоwlу rеmоvе the ѕhіrt and wаіt. He’s lеft іn his раntѕ nоw, but hе stops my hands as I reach fоr thеm.