Lana Condor Nude Novels & Stories

She lay comfortably. He reached forward unzipped her jeans and pulled them off, revealing her beautiful curves. Next, he tugged her underwear off. Then he stared. His violet eyes were lit with an animalistic intensity so strong it made her heart race. she followed his gaze as he raked it over her naked body, wondering what he was seeing to affect him so strongly. As far as Lana can tell, she wasn't in her cleanest and sexiest state for him to feel so aroused. They had just gotten off a battlefield and she was dirty and had healed cuts that still left bruises on her skin.

I just want to make sure she’s safe. My eyes drink in her athletic form hungrily as she traverses through the water. I might not want to be mated to her, but I can’t deny that she’s extremely beautiful. Feeling heated, I longingly appraise how her tank top and cargo shorts cling to her firm breasts and arse. It is an amazing sight to behold. Swallowing deeply, I observe as tendrils of her blond hair escape her loose bun and her ivory skin glows like alabaster beneath the bright sunlight. Unaware of my appraisal, Lana wipes the back of her hand across her sweaty forehead and bends down to look at something in the water.

“Have you never seen a male body? Or have you never seen one like mine?” “What do you mean?” She tries to hide the fact that she was staring. “Is there something to see? I wasn’t looking at anything.” “You can look all you want, my little rebel. After all, this is all yours.” Connor removes the towel from his waist, standing completely naked in front of her while he dries his hair. “We’re mates; it’s only logical that we know everything about each other.”

To my confusion, all of it were image attachment. And with a flick of my thumb, I opened the images. I was immediately met with a series of nude photos—of Elisse’s, my alpha’s mate, in nothing but seductive lingerie. Each of her photo was a tantalizing display of her body, posed in ways that made my blood boil and my dick hardened instinctively. “Sweet fucking Luna,” I breathed, feeling my pulse quicken. There she was, her delicate slender body wearing lace and silk, every curve screams of perfect wild invitation. The first image showed her leaning against a wall, her back arched, the fabric barely concealing her breast and only revealing her sweet pink erected nipples. I couldn’t tear my ga

The Luna's sharp glare made me shut up and rearrange my thoughts. Looking down on my socked feet, I said, "I saw a guy and a girl naked...at La Stanza Nera." I didn't know why I added the last part. It was a dire mistake that would land me in trouble, no doubts. Oh, how I'd blown this up. How had gotten Mamma and I into trouble? "A naked guy, you say," the Luna sighed. "Describe him." What? I whipped my head at her. Her deadpanned expression pinched me harder. I pursed my lips. "Uhm...he, uh. He's uhm, dark-haired. Muscled, uhm...has a, uh, wolf tattoo on his arm."

Gasps curled around the room like steam. She stood tall and bare beneath the firelight—her body not offered, not given, but commanding. Her breasts caught the glow like altar stones. Her hips curved into menace. Her thighs gleamed where oil had been poured, rubbed in with care, with ritual. She was naked and untouchable. The music shifted. And Jasmine began to move. Not quickly. Not with the fever of performance or the clumsiness of seduction. But slow. Like the moon turning. Like hunger crawling. Like dominion.

Lira’s voice echoed through my head as I read it: “Come alone. Come unarmed. I’ll give you the truth.” I left that night. Unarmed, yes. But not alone. She waited atop the Red Cliffs. Wind snapping her white cloak. Moonlight catching the blade she wore on her hip. “You’re not who you were,” she said. “No,” I replied. “But neither are you.” Then the earth trembled. And the cliffs cracked, just like us. She dropped the glamour mid-sentence. No beauty. No grace. Just scars and fire where her eyes should be. “This is what your mother did to me,” Lira hissed.

She was simply too beautiful, but he reminded himself that it wasn’t time to be having lewd thought. “Please pardon me.” The unconscious Karina had no idea what he was doing, but Eden slowly removed her undergarments, leaving her with her bare skin. Nude as the day she was born. He tried to control his breathing upon the sight of her naked body. Down there he was having a hard-on but he needed to concentrate.