Kim Hunter Nude Novels & Stories

The bulge in his boxers was more evident than ever. Silvia hesitated. She was scared but at the same time, she wanted it. Hunter gently stroked her thighs before he pulled the strings of her dress from the back and it came undone, baring her breasts to his eyes. Silvia skimmed out of her dress after pulling away and Hunter did the same. He got rid of his pants and boxers. Silvia was sitting on her pegs with her back to him. She was stark naked and was shy. His eyes widened when his gaze flickered over the scars on her back. Her beautiful back was littered with healed whip marks.

Why can’t I shoot? “Elena…” a deep baritone calls out from behind me and I whirl around to come face to face with Hunter. His jet black hair is slicked back, it is damp and he has clearly just taken a bath. Droplets of water stain his grey shit, creating little darkened spots. “Hunter!” I gasp. “I’m sorry, I know we’re not supposed to train at night but I’m not getting any better–“

He held her gaze the whole time, dark eyes steady, letting her feel the weight of his control before he even spoke. “Undress for me,” he said. Ava’s hands moved to the buttons of her blouse. One by one, she opened them. The fabric slid off her shoulders and fell to the floor. She reached behind for the zipper of her skirt, pulled it down, and let the skirt drop too. Her bra came next, then her panties. She stood naked in front of him, skin warm under the low office light, heart beating fast. Hunter did not move. He only looked, taking in every part of her body like he was already owning it with his eyes.

And Kimber was totally, stunningly naked. Deke was barely able to do more than gape and feel the impact of her nude beauty all through his tight-strung body before Luc wrapped his hands around her thighs and gently pulled, spreading her legs wide. Kimber drew in another ragged breath as Deke took in the view of her pussy. Juicy, swollen, ripe. Perfect.

and for weeks after that, I regretted it. The view in front of me was so breath taking that if I could have pass out at the sight of him, I would. He stood rigidly in front of me, his veins bulging through his skin and his body was sculpted to perfection, lean and pure muscle, where you could see his stomach contours, his bone and the slender snap of his waist and neck before the connected to broad shoulders and to the long shape of his arms, which was holding an axe. The glisten of sweat on his hair and body made his body even more sexier as it reflected under the sun. His mass of black hair swept over his eye, the blackness of it complemented the warm honey tone of his eyes, that looked

“Even though your mind is bound and your powers warded, they are not completely taken. With discipline and training you will be able to use power. However, what I did here tested the extremity of what I am able to do.” Hunter mulled what she said as she pulled him away from the ledge an over to her group of friends. He looked over to Giesle and the others with a smile they returned with round eyed in amazement. Kim took from a girl with reed-colored hair and green eyes a vial of pungent, flora scented liquid and a bar of soap. She handed over the soap and walked behind him where she untied the leather strap that bound his hair at the nap of his neck. She told him to dip his head beneath the

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

I feel cynical because I don’t want to get my hopes up only for them to be squandered. “They won’t,” Hunter claims, and steps nearer to the road and starts to wave her hands. “My aspect is image manipulation, or rather, creating illusions. I can make myself look younger as if I were a child. If they are humans, normal, mundane humans, they won’t abandon a teenager and her family down the road with nowhere to go.” “Her what now?” Kiran asked, blinking.

To tell Cathy about that dark moment in his life when he was finally giving her a chance to illuminate his life with her light did not sound pleasing to him so he settled for half-truths. "It's one of the many secrets of being a Hunter." "I know many Hunters and they don't seal the way you do. I didn't recognize that seal you put on the door of your apartment the other day and I don't recognize this one." They were on the highway. Ted looked away from the road long enough to look at her with a lopsided grin and Cathy reminded herself to breathe. "Just how many Hunters do you know?" He teased. She rolled her eyes at him. "Not as much as the women you've known obviously."

And my scent is in him as well, that’s not something he can get rid of. The wolf is so pleased about it I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from saying something territorial. "You're staring," he says, eyes shut, face tipped into the water. "You're wet and naked in my gym. Not sure if you don’t have mirrors in your bat cave, but you’re kind of attractive. Arrest me." That’s the biggest understatement of my life. Noah Hunter is hot as fuck. From the raven hair to the emerald eyes to the sculpted body and the tattoos that cover half of him to the cock piercing and delectable ass, there’s not an inch I don’t want to get my mouth on.