Lavender Mulder Nude Novels & Stories

At first, I didn't want to pick up the call, but after giving it much thought, I answered. "Hello," I muttered. "Good morning, Dante. I hope you got the surprise I planned for you," Lavender's voice came through. I should have known it was her. And if I had known, I wouldn't have bothered taking the call. "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I didn't see anything. Wait, you sent something? I mean, I literally saw nothing—or do you mean the Photoshopped photo?" I mocked. "What do you mean by Photoshopped?" Lavender asked, sounding pissed.

Damn it! Anindira nodded resignedly, answering Halvir, then showed a forced smile in front of Hans. Hans gently undressed Anindira. Anindira's body was used to Hans' touch. Letting him do whatever he wanted. Hans gently lifted and put Anindira into a large bathtub filled with warm water with Lavender Flowers in it. ''I'll rub it on your hair first…'' Hans said while he leaned Anindira's back. ''Hey, that's... *Aloe Vera?!''

He carried her up the steps and rapped on the warped wooden door with the butt of his rifle. It opened without a sound. A man stood framed in the lamplight. Older than Jonah, his beard gray-streaked, his frame wiry but unbent. His eyes, pale and sharp, missed nothing. “Rowan,” Jonah said, his voice tight. “She’s been marked.” Rowan’s gaze dropped to Evelyn, lingering on the glowing crescent beneath her skin. For a moment, silence stretched. Then he stepped aside. “Bring her in.” The cabin smelled of smoke and wild herbs. Dried bundles of sage and yarrow hung from the rafters, jars of roots and powders lining crooked shelves. A fire roared in the hearth, casting long shadows across animal pel

I eased the door open just an inch—just enough for my hand to slip inside. Steam rolled out immediately fogging the air and carrying the scent of my vanilla shampoo with it. It made my head swim. Or maybe it was the fact that Landon was naked just a few feet away, behind the shower curtain. My pulse pounded as I peeked in further. Water droplets clung to his taut, muscled back and trailed down his spine in tantalizing rivulets. They gathered at the small of his back before plunging over the curve of his firm ass.

He squirted the shampoo into his hand, “turn around, Little One.” She didn’t hesitate as the heated water cascaded down the front of her body and Mal rubbed the shampoo into her copper locks. She closed her eyes, relaxing and giving in to his touch. Mal reached around her to pull the shower head from its perch on the wall. He hit a few buttons on the touchscreen controls and water spewed from the jets Claire hadn’t noticed before. He massaged her scalp and rinsed the soapy bubbles from her hair, his hands grazing through the thick locks. “Lavender and vanilla. Have I told you how much I have missed your scent?”