Kol Mikaelson Shirtless Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mikael whispered to her. “I’m more than ready. I need you, Max,” she told him, pushing her ass back, seeking contact with his body. She could feel his erection through his tight pants and wanted nothing more than to strip them of him. But Mikael had told her to keep her hands on the car, so she fought back the urge and focused on the feeling of his claws travelling up her body. Then they were gone. She was about to object when she heard a zipper behind her and then the soft thud of pants hitting the floor. She smiled and waited. Mikael kissed her neck and then his claws were back, moving faster up her body and finally they severed the last ribbon on each side and the front and back piece of

He mouths two words at me and I read them without sound. *Thank you.* I nod. I can’t speak. If I speak right now, I am not sure what is going to come out that I’m not ready to say. Mason finally pulls back. Runs to Mia’s room to show her, the jacket slightly too long in the sleeves in a way that makes him look like a small businessman with big plans. Nick stands. Neither of us says anything. “He’s wearing that to the resort,” Nick says. “You know that. He’ll wear it in the pool.”

He appeared behind me, so close I could feel the lingering warmth radiating from his body. “Hey,” he said, his voice a low rumble, right next to my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “I needed to go get my shirt.” My breath hitched. My eyes widened in horror. He was still shirtless. Completely, utterly and magnificently shirtless. And Andrew was still on the phone. “Sage? Who was that?” Andrew’s voice, suddenly sharp and filled with suspicion, boomed through the phone. I spun around, practically leaping away from Michael, my face burning. Michael just stood there, still holding his shirt with a look of pure mischief in his eyes as if he’d orchestrated this entire moment for his own perverse

I said. "Uhmmm Mia we need some shampoo for the boy's hair, we found something that looks like shampoo but we are not so sure it's the right thing. I don't want to burn the kid's hair, so you don't strangle me." He said and I was immediately speechless. What in the world is this man doing in front of me shirtless? I have never gotten to his body before, and I just can't take my eyes off his chest.

He just hadn’t anticipated HOW good Michael would look in it… “Moo,” Michael said with a mischievous pout. “You can say that again…” Edwardo all but panted, his penis straining against its confines. Michael grinned, taking in the view himself. For all the time they’d been dating, and even with living here the past week and a half, he’d yet to see Edwardo shirtless. Even that time a few days ago where Michael had suggested they go swimming in Edwardo’s indoor pool, he’d worn a shirt. But those arms, that chest, the six pack, and that v-line that drew the eye so perfectly down… Michael bit his lip.

I looked at the side he was looking at but I couldn’t see anyone so I turned my eyes back to him as he was standing there saying something to someone and taking a t-shirt in both of his hands and started to put it back on. Why was he shirtless in the first place? And where was he? With who was he? The questions kept playing on my mind as I couldn't help but feel as if it would be better if I didn’t know. Just the thought of him with someone else made me growl, which caused Damon to look at me surprised as he followed my line of sight. Marcus finally stood dressed as he laughed what seemed like wholeheartedly at something someone just said. The rising interest as to who he was talking to was

She didn't know what he intended to do, but she wanted more bare skin from him. He paused and pulled his T-shirt off. Under that was a dark vest made from Kevlar worn over a white undershirt. He winced as he ripped the Velcro straps free. Both vest and undershirt were shed quickly, giving her the first glimpse of a shirtless Evan. She sighed and smiled, pleased with the view. Miles of muscular planes sculpted his chest and stomach. He leaned over her and bumped her nose with his. "Happy?" She laid her palm against his chest. "Very. Now the pants."

The gym was empty when she walked in. Mayeli had just dropped her bottle of water in its place, and climbed the treadmill when Killian walked in. He was wearing black shorts and black shirt. He wore an ankle socks and Nike sneakers, exposing his well-built, hairy legs. Killian ran his gloved hands through his messy hair. He looked incredibly sexy. “I didn't didn't know you would here”, Killian said with a confused expression, watching Mayeli with careful eyes. Mayeli caught a glimpse of masked pain in them. She knew Killian too well, but at the moment, she didn't care.

He was breathing deeply, and indeed appeared to still be as deeply asleep as the first time she'd been here, the first time she'd touched his dick, Lil thought to herself. Mike looked at his wife, the woman he'd never been able to convince to buy a bikini, or show a little cleavage, or even wear her one pair of short shorts out in public, and now here she was, kneeling next to a naked teenager, her braless nipples blatantly tenting her new sexy dress, and her pantyless crotch mere inches from exposure as the red material parted and slid from her thighs. He joined her in examining the boy's face, Lil concerned that Ron might wake up, and Mike similarly concerned that the boy might not remain

I kiss his chest and we rinse off and jump out of the shower. "Alpha Desmond and Alex's mate should be here anytime now." Michael says coming out of the closet wearing a dark blue button up that highlights his soul shattering eyes and black dress pants. I threw on a pale green summer dress that flows nicely with my white flip flops. "We better hurry down stairs and eat then." I say with a grin. We had just finished eating when Shane links Michael letting him know Alpha Desmond just came to the gates