Kol Mikaelson Shirtless Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was sweating and shivering slightly. . “Are you sure you found nothing about that transfer student?” Mason's eyes were closed, and he was leaning against the wall, his voice was chilling, and his aura was emitting freezing coldness. His school shirt was untucked and three of his buttons were opened. His tie seems to have disappeared, and he appeared like a typically rich, handsome bad boy.

It’s odd to hear my boyfriend, who also happens to be a freaking Nephilim, panic at the thought that his foster dad will be mad at him for being late. I pull back, laying my hands over his pecs. “Are you sure?” Kell sifts his fingers through the tendrils of my hair and kisses my temple. “Yeah. Can I borrow a shirt, though? I kind of left mine in my car when I flew over here.” I scoff, amused. “Are you serious? You flew over here shirtless? Someone could have seen you.”

an even voice comments as Miles steps up to the table. I groan internally. He looks hot. He is dressed in a v-neck, white t-shirt, his leather jacket over the top and dark pants. He has sunglasses pushed into his hair, even though it's nighttime. His muscles can be seen through his t-shirt and I suddenly wish he wasn't here while I was drunk because my mind is suddenly imagining me licking those rock-hard abs of his and now I'm questioning myself as a human being.

In this moment, that was all I really cared about. While Kairos worked to on getting me naked, Max came closer. Along the way, he removed his own shirt and then kicked off his shorts so that he was fully naked by the time he reached us. Not to be outdone, Kairos tugged off his black tank and shoved down his shorts. So much hot muscled flesh was on display, I had no idea where to put my eyes first. They must have been wide as saucers, trying to take in everything.

I used to think he looked good whether it was casual or corporate attire, but I never thought of the possibility seeing with stark naked would give me nose bleeds. ' please don't wake me. I don't want to wake up.' I kept on chanting in my head. My body was completely immersed in water, but hell, I felt my in-between legs getting wetter; the warmth was building up. His actions were fluid and drew me in. His belt was already undone thanks to my naughty hand. He could have just pulled it down quickly; no, he didn't do that. He was Mikhail, after all, the tease king, as my eyes trailed down from that face that gave me a hundred reasons to be reckless to that perfectly toned body. It was no shock

The door eased open, and Marcus stepped out. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs that clung to his powerful thighs and did absolutely nothing to hide the heavy, semi-hard outline of his cock. His hair was tousled from sleep, his broad chest and defined abs catching the low light. He looked dangerous. Masculine. Like pure temptation wrapped in muscle and sin. Our eyes met instantly.

"You always hide under those heavy clothes, Milo. But tonight is special. For Elena’s sake, and for ours, we need to show the Vances that this family is a collection of treasures." Milo retreated behind the screen. He stripped off his armor—the baggy hoodie and the loose jeans—and felt the cool air hit his skin. As he slid into the cream trousers, his breath hitched. The fabric clung. It hugged the wide, feminine flare of his hips and smoothed over the "bouncy" curves of his rear in a way that made him feel utterly exposed.

I said, trying to pull my hand away. But Amelia wouldn't let me go. "Come on, you need to get out and have some fun. Don't let one bad guy ruin your whole life," she said, her expression softening. I sighed, knowing she was right. I couldn't let Jonathan's betrayal consume me forever. "Okay, fine. I'll go," I said, reluctantly. "But what should I wear?" Amelia's face lit up with excitement. "Yes! You won't regret it, I promise. And don't worry about the outfit, we'll find something perfect for you to wear."

But it would still be alarming, and it would show her that it had all truly been a farce. It wasn’t that she had hope that it wasn’t. Or maybe she did. She didn’t know, couldn’t be sure. Because Mikael had let her go. She wouldn’t just ignore that and act like it didn’t happen. There were signs that he wanted to kill her. He hit her over the head to prevent her from leaving. She woke up to him sitting naked with a machete across his lap. And she didn’t understand why he was naked before but since she saw Kane, she understood that whenever they changed skins, they had to take their clothes off or they would most likely tear. The same probably happened to Mikael. So he had shifted in the room.