Lilith Landon Nude Novels & Stories

It was his way of showing his dominance towards the intimate moment we were both engaging in. After giving in to our sexual hunger, I sat down on the bed, and wrapped myself with a blanket, while Xander flaunted his naked body sitting near the window frame. "X-Xander?" my voice was now as soft as mellow music. He responded to me while pouring a drink, "Yes, my wife?" "Make me understand why you have to kill those innocent people. My conscience couldn’t take it," I strongly shook my head in disagreement. Xander lit the tobacco in his mouth, "The fewer people know about your real identity, the higher chance for us to move freely. It’s what you call a clean slate, Lilith."

he demanded. Having fully understood the purpose of the room she was in, Lila had worn the bare minimum today. It took no time to remove her crop top and toss it toward the door, followed by her sneakers and black yoga pants. She was horribly shy about standing before the wolf of her dreams in the nude, but that had everything to do with Thorne and his lurid gaze and not all that much to do with the nudity itself.

Lilith furrowed her brow even deeper. Noah didn't immediately answer Lilith's question, but instead stood up from his seat and stood quite close to Lilith. Noah lowered his head slightly and took a long breath, making Lilith even more uncomfortable. Lilith even tried to move away from Noah, who was smiling cynically. "Nothing. I think Lucas has a very specific type of woman. Long hair, eyes that always look curious but also fearful, and also... a body odor that is still very intoxicating." “You! Don't be rude to me! I don't know you at all! So don't say things about me that aren't true! Or I'll report you to Lucas!” exclaimed Lilith, feeling that Noah's words had really insulted her.

"Ronan, don't. You're going to wrinkle the fabric." "I'm not touching the fabric," he murmured, his fingers sliding higher, tracing the bare curve of my hip where my underwear should have been. I could feel every single callus on his palm. "I'm just making sure you remember who you belong to when you walk in there. You're shaking, Lilith." "I'm terrified," I admitted honestly, and my thighs instinctively parted just a fraction for his hand.

The shock and excitement hit me at once when he plopped me against the table. "I know I said you would have to beg me before I touched you again, but still..." He stared at my face as his hands massaged my bare thighs. He rolled my gown up to reveal the remainder of my thighs, and he began to spread my legs. "You're so fucking beautiful, Lyla." His long lashes fluttered beautifully against his cheeks as he looked down at my legs. His hands were still there. Rubbing. Massaging. Worshipping... The heat that came from it... The way my body yearned for his fingers to be pumping into me like the last time. I couldn't help it. My breasts were yearning to be touched, to be...

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.

And then she arrived. Lilith stepped out of the car as if she had been sculpted for the flash of cameras. Black silk clung to her figure in all the right ways, the gown’s slit revealing a flash of long legs with every step. Her dark hair fell in soft waves over one of her shoulders, her lips a bold red that could make a man forget his name. For a second, the noise dimmed. Conversations faltered. Even the photographers forgot to breathe. Beside her Cassian.

Ron admired Lil's ass as he readied himself to take her. It was true she had nowhere near the tight, toned posteriors so often displayed by Pam and Beth, but no woman or girl he'd seen on this island had compared for that matter. Still, for a 40 something mother of three, Lil's body was exceptional. Her ass was still bubbly and round, and was just firm enough to allow an inviting jiggle across her buns as his hands wandered randomly, palming first one cheek, then the other.

To the extent that he sent her out to be auctioned off. When Alpha Torreltini discovered that his successor, Lily, was a slave wolf, he remarried another she-wolf and crowned her Luna in order to bear other children. He indeed bore a son and a daughter, both alphas, and Lily was seen as the As a slave and was unwanted by her father. As a prestigious alpha, it was a huge shame to have birthed an omega wolf. Lily looked down at her almost naked body. She was dressed in a beautiful white chiffon skirt and a well designed bralet— coated in diamonds. Her whole body was exposed to the werewolf men present in the hall, and they all whistled joyfully at her.

From the corner of my eye, I could still see her lingering in the hallway, her gaze burning into my door. I opened the door to my room, hoping to find some peace. What I found instead was a shock. Lisa was there, standing in the middle of the room, looking at me with wide eyes. She was adorned in a silver dress, strikingly similar to the one Kiara had worn at our mating ceremony. I found myself staring wide-eyed at her face, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her beauty was stunning, almost breathtaking. Lisa was undoubtedly the spitting image of Kiara. She stared back at me, equally stunned. My eyes roamed over her body, taking in her curves, before landing on the broken picture