Kristin Elise Nude Novels & Stories

She was here to reclaim space that had once been stolen from her. "Natalie Evans. I almost didn’t recognize you," purred Elise Langford, wife of a tech billionaire and queen of the social elite. Natalie offered a cool smile. "Elise. Still hosting Botox brunches and selling insider tips for charity auctions?" Elise stiffened, then forced a laugh. "You haven’t changed." "Oh, I have. You just haven’t caught up yet." As she turned away, Clara appeared at her side, whispering, "He’s watching you."

he replied in a curt tone. Cristine turned her gaze to Helen, scanning her carefully, and couldn't resist giving her a sharp look. "Helen Reynolds. Elise Peterson’s protégé." Cristine glanced back at Matt. "I heard you married this woman and that you two have children. You really kept that one hidden, huh, sweetheart?" Cristine nudged her nephew with a faint, smug smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Yes, just as you heard, Auntie. I have a wife and two beautiful children—well, we’re just dating, my beloved and I," he added with irony.

“We have everything to ourselves.” Elise set her satchel down in the library, the fireplace already casting warm light across the familiar space. She turned to Daphne, letting her gaze travel slowly over the girl’s body. The robe gaped just enough to reveal the soft inner curves of her breasts and the shadow between her thighs. “Take it off,” Elise said. Her tone left no room for hesitation. Daphne’s fingers trembled slightly as she untied the belt. The silk whispered down her body and pooled at her feet. She stood completely bare, skin flushed from the shower’s heat and the intensity of Elise’s stare.

Her eyes swept up and down, lingering on the bump with a look of distaste she barely bothered to hide. "And this must be... the wife," Elise said, her smile not reaching her eyes. "Sabrina, was it? I read the blogs. Quite the... whirlwind, wasn't it? From one husband to the next in a week?" I felt Sabrina stiffen beside me. "Sabrina is the love of my life," I said sharply, my hand tightening on Sabrina’s waist. "And we are very happy. Elise, what are you doing in Gstaad? I thought you were running your father’s shipping empire in Monaco."

Alejandro scrolled through the options, stopping at one with the naughtiest title. Elise wrinkled her nose. “Really? You want to see this?” “Yes,” he said with a light blush. “What’s wrong with it?” Her brows shot up. “Nothing at all. Totally educational.” His laugh rumbled low in his chest. When the film reached a particularly graphic scene, Elise groaned and buried her face in the throw pillow. “This is unsettling. It’s raw, nasty intimacy that’s… above me.” “Oh, stop acting innocent.” Alejandro turned, his eyes glinting. “If you’re that innocent, would you be pregnant?”

“Gabriel, I'm kind of occupied right now, can we talk later?." Cristela opened the door of her bedroom. She was in a robe, it was pale pink and silky. She was in many ways beautiful. My heart was doing a somersault in my chest because she was mine, I was lucky enough to have her. My brain forget place or time and what I saw was only her. " Going somewhere honey?." Elise asked breaking the trance that had the both of us staring at each other without blinking. “Yes, I want something that has citrus in it." Cristela said.

Her hands fly up instinctively to cover herself, but her wrists are seized in an iron grip and forced down to her sides while his other hand makes quick work of the rest of her clothing, tearing and pulling until she's standing before him in nothing but her underwear. “K-Kieran…” Elise's chest rises and falls rapidly, panic clear in every line of her body. She tries to twist away from his grip, but his hold is unbreakable. Kieran finally releases her wrists only to hook his fingers into her bra and panties, tearing them away with the same brutal motion. Her breath catches as the cool air hits her exposed skin. Vulnerability washes over her in waves and her arms move instinctively to cover he

Chuckling, I move forward until I’m mere inches away from Elise, and while she watches me, I snake my arms around her waist and pull her to me. “Did we come all the way here to talk about Rosco?” I husk, enjoying her warmth so close to mine. Growing quiet, I wait as understanding flashes in Elise’s beautiful blue gaze. “So that was why you brought me here.” She says, slowly untangling herself from me. “You didn’t have to try so hard.” As she speaks, she begins to pull off her shirt so that she is left standing in a lacy black bra that does nothing to hide her pierced nipples beneath and a pair of pants.

Elise took a step towards him. "Throw you out. You stink," "If you wish, mister," Elise unzipped her dress and threw it to the side. She was standing in front of him in her bra and panties. Somehow he found her body oddly familiar. A blurry vision appeared in his mind. He was ripping fabric off a woman's body and kissing her like a beast. Who was that? Never mind. It must be some dream. "Fine. Do it yourself," Kayden walked out, his face slightly red. He had to change his own clothes.

Elise reminded everyone that Halsey was pregnant and couldn't do much, implying it was her chance to steal Shaun's attention. Halsey understood what Elise was doing, and let out a cold laugh. Elise went up on stage, and the host announced, "Everyone, our very own Elise is back on stage! Let's give her a round of applause!" The crowd erupted in applause. "Welcome back, Elise!" Elise took off her jacket, revealing a tiny tank top and a short skirt. A large portion of her fair skin was shown, and even her slim waist was just barely covered. Every move showed off her graceful figure.