Lacey Bloom Nude Novels & Stories

The owner of the club was the shifter who gave access to everyone to have fun as it is adjoined by all territories from all the packs of Supernaturals. Lyceon seldom attracts attention because of his original royal bloodline. He prefers to be elusive and confidential about this among the crowd unless and until the problem walked to him itself and now the problem had left the footprints behind which He followed to erase it permanently. “Hey handsome. Wanna join me in room number nine?” A tall woman approached him, blocking his way. Her sultry voice and shortage of clothing on her thin body almost ruined his good mood. The red lipper she applied on her augmented lips was a big turn off because

Intentionally, I let my shoes hit the floors in a loud manner while I make my way to the king sized bed as to gain his attention. But much to my demise, the frame on the bed remains unmoving. "Greetings, your majesty, the Lycan King. I, the Luna of Lumina would like to have a word with you." Even at my introduction, I got nothing as a result. His breathing remains calm and undisturbed. "You could easily be killed this way, your highness." I whispered while making my way closer to the left of the bedside. I couldn't get a clear view of his face since he's facing the balcony windows and once I did, I stopped dead on my tracks.

She wore a lace panty in purple colour, with stone only covering her nipples. The rest of the body was shown, her hair was long till her hips, all red, the skin was tan and a tattoo of the letter 'J' was on her left side of the boob. The girl named baby lightened up a cigarette and handed it to Jewel. "Let us teach you the pole dance," Sweetpea said to Amelia who refused to do it. The little girl was too stubborn, she was too innocent, also. "Anyways, leave her. Van Dough will teach her a lesson." Jewel said and all of the girls left her alone, practising the pole dancing.

She poured a small glass of sherry from a crystal decanter on the side table and offered it to Laya. “To new beginnings,” she said. Laya hesitated… then took the glass and clinked it gently against Cybil’s. “To Kyle,” she whispered, and drank. That night, Laya stood by the window of her apartment, the city lights flickering below like stars caught in glass. Her dress for the ceremony hung on the back of the door: simple, elegant, ivory not white, clean and unsentimental. She hadn’t told Kyle. Not yet. He was too weak, too fragile. And besides… how could she explain it? How could she make him understand the weight of what she was about to do?

"This appears similar to your other side. The text is elsewhere?" "Yes. My legs, my chest, and my back." Lily told her. "Well, it's just us two if you feel comfortable enough to take your shirt off for me." Rayleigh said. Lily hesitated a moment, but there was a slight pause and an incline of her head. After that moment passed, Lily pulled off her sweater to show more of the faint glimmering text across her stomach and chest. Her nude colored bra was the only thing left to keep herself covered decently.

Rayna warned. "Ok I won't." Liam assured her. They are in their bedroom and he's sitting on the bed waiting. "Ok you can remove the blindfold." Rayna replied. When he did she's standing in front of him in a white lace negligee with a see through matching robe. Her baby belly on full display. Liam is amazed. "Wow! You're sexy as hell. But honey? We can't." "Wrong. I can't, but you can." Rayna replied.

LUCIAN She quickly rises from the floor and scrambles into position on the bed, her ass raised up, her back arched perfectly, her legs spread wide for me with her wet cunt dripping and begging to be ruined. “Fuck,” I step closer, my mouth watering at the sight of her eager pussy and the rest of her body. A beautiful rose tattoo is inked on her spine, the red petals stretching across her creamy smooth skin. My eyes trail lower, landing on her perfect ass cheeks.

He stepped toward me with his hand reaching for my face. “Your eyes are a rare azure blue and stormy silver. Like a gem. It must be hard to go around with eyes like those, and hair with that tint in it.” He grabbed a strand of my hair, and looked at it. His face was in awe, but also had a hint of wonder. What was he thinking? “My name is Layla. What is yours?” I asked again, trying to get an answer. He was still looking at my hair. “Theodore..” He dropped my hair, and stepped back.

Slowly, Layla undid the buttons of her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders before undoing her bra with ease and letting it drop to the floor. Atreus watched her, looking as if it was taking all his power not to ravage her right there. She watched his eyes as she kicked off her shoes and undid the buttons on her jeans before sliding them down her thighs and stepping out of them. Her silk panties shortly followed. And there she stood, naked and vulnerable to his gaze, with her skin glowing softly in the firelight. "Have I ever told you how stunning you are, Layla?" he asked in a husky voice.

Rhye grunted, feeling as if he’d just been hit in the stomach with a sledgehammer. Against his will his eyes lowered, feasting on the slender limbs that were toned with muscle and covered with flawless ivory skin. She wore a flimsy bit of lace that covered her breasts, but it was no barrier to his greedy gaze. Not when the rosy nipples hardened beneath his hot gaze. A roaring need to tumble her onto the nearby bed instead had Rhye backing away until he banged into the wall. "Lily, what the hell are you doing?" With a wicked smile, Lily casually reached up to snap the tiny clip of her bra, dropping it on top of her shirt.