Levi Shirtless Novels & Stories

I raised my head to answer, but what I saw left me breathless. ‎Leviathan casually stepped out of the bathtub in nothing, but his birthday suit. His crown jew on full display. ‎###################### ‎

She just stuck out her tongue at me. “I brought my clothes that I’m wearing tonight, so show me what you’re wearing.” I went to the closet and pulled everything out for her to give me her approval on what I wanted to wear. After, we both were going over make up, nails, and the hairstyle we both want. Not too long after Legion and Levi walks into the room. Levi was wearing blue jeans with a black belt, a white t-shirt that wasn’t button all the way up, a gray inner vest, and a black leather vest on top of the grey. Legion was wearing black pants, black button shirt, and a medium shade brown leather vest. I can’t believe just how sexy Levi looks in his outfit, and I guess he caught me staring

Old shelves stand half-empty, looted long ago. I lower Levi onto the floor against the counter, already digging through our bag for the medical kit. His breath is shallow. Too shallow. “Take your shirt off,” I say, my voice too tight. Levi raises a brow. “Eliana. If you wanted me naked, you could’ve just asked.” I *glare* at him. “Not the time.” He smirks, but it’s weak. And when he pulls his shirt off, I forget how to breathe.

The lethality of seeing your precious baby, looking completely unguarded and vulnerable, wearing only a shirt… just in arms reach… in front of a large bed… as if asking to be pushed down and fucked thoroughly… Levi… …was a complete goner. ○|￣|_

Her eyes looked too big, haunted by a past she couldn't reach. A soft knock on the double doors broke the silence. Lily tensed, pulling the lapels of the robe tighter around her throat. "Come in." The door opened, but it wasn't Gideon. It was Levi. He had discarded his suit jacket and tie. The top two buttons of his crisp white shirt were undone, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing strong, tan wrists. He carried a leather-bound folder in one hand. Without his formal armor, he looked less like a corporate deity and more like a dangerous man relaxing in his own territory.

Luna said. "Okay, fine. You are going for an unusual job interview, but it comes with a criteria. Cooper has already given one to you. You need to put on something that is so not last season but the clothes you're talking about aren't even branded clothes. They're just normal and plain." "Which is much better," Luna said smiling. "I can just say I had a world-class designer make it for me and told him not to put any logo to show who made it."

That probably sparked a nut in Levi's head, he reached his thumb to touch my chin, as if you release my pouting lips before stealing them in a kiss again. My fingers searched his chest but couldn't locate the buttons of his shirt. I forcefully cut the kiss with a hard pop of our lips, realising he had a polo on instead. I took it off him. And since I had a simple light dress on, I easily slipped it over my head. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I caught Levi’s heavy gaze down on my chest. My sizable round boobs were still intact in the cover of my breast tube, but my nipples poked fucking hard against the fabric.

Mateo never took his eyes off Faith since he entered but Faith couldn’t keep up with his gaze. Once Levi was gone, she didn’t have any option but to look at him. She slowly blinked. She waited for him to say something to her but he didn’t. He was dressed in a black button-up shirt with grey pants. Two of the buttons of his shirt were undone while the sleeves were rolled up to the mid of his forearm. Faith could see the tattoos on his forearm peeking through the fabric. His hair was properly gelled, unlike the last time she saw him. A few grey hairs still stood among the majority of the black hair and stubble – the peppery look doesn’t make him look old – I realized those few grey strands wer

A quick rinse in the shower and some lipstick will suffice. I’m in and out of the shower in a heartbeat. My hair is too short for a bun, but it looks fine when it’s wet. No problem. The rest is just a quick, a little bit of red lipstick and a fresh shirt and pair of jean shorts. I tear the slit in them a little higher for Lev. Steam and perfume floods out of the bathroom as I open the door to see Lev sitting patiently on my bed, looking out the window thoughtfully. Anyone else would be on their phone, but he’s a peculiar man. He doesn’t take an interest in the same things as everyone else does.

Levi. The glass dropped from my hand and landed softly on a nearby bench. I didn’t take my eyes off him as I stepped closer. “Levi?” I called gently. “Hey…what are you doing out here?” No answer. He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. I stared him up to down, he was shirtless, dressed like he was about to get into bed. He had to be freezing, because as covered as I was, I could feel the chill air creeping into my bones.