Lilith Landon Nude Novels & Stories

Staying buried inside her for a moment, I caught my breath, then reached out and tapped Rylan's tensed arm. "Let her breathe." Rylan pulled back slightly, a thin strand of saliva breaking between their lips. Sure enough, Lilith immediately gasped for air, her chest heaving, silent tears tracking down her temples. Her glazed eyes reflected the dim light, looking like a well-used sex doll, yet holding a heartbreaking fragility. The moment I slipped out of her, a mix of my cum and her arousal gushed out. The thick, white fluid trickled down her slightly swollen lips, pooling on the floor beneath her.

Her wedding ring weighed heavy on her finger, a reminder of the choices she had made… or perhaps those made for her. Then the door creaked open, revealing Lilith, Rylan's mistress. Lilith's beauty remained undiminished since the day she entered their lives. The cascading red curls framed her features while her eyes radiated an ethereal glow. Standing at five feet eight inches, her slender form was accentuated with her clinging dress. Stark contrast between her skin tone and crimson lips gave her an intimidating presence as she gazed down at Naida. Silently Lilith grabbed a glass of juice. Accidentally spilled it on the spotless floor. Naida, a reserved Luna standing at 5'4" with hair, eyes,

Lilith stood in the doorway. She wasn’t wearing the blood-red robe this time. She’d changed into something deceptively simple: a black silk slip that clung to every lethal curve, thin straps slipping off one shoulder, hem barely brushing mid-thigh. Her long red hair spilled loose and wild, catching the afternoon light like liquid fire. The half-healed wound on her ribs was barely visible now—just a faint pink line against flawless skin. And those violet eyes… Goddess, they glowed faintly, like amethysts lit from within. Isabella actually gasped—loud, involuntary, the sound of someone who just got hit with a truck made of sex appeal.

The amber liquid burned down my throat when I swallowed it in one rough gulp, the harshness grounding me back into my body instead of my thoughts. I poured another. Slower this time. Letting the warmth spread through my chest, dulling the sharp edges of desire into something more manageable. As I turned back toward the desk, the study door opened. Lilian walked in naked. Completely naked. Not even pretending this was accidental. Her hair was styled. Makeup still flawless. Skin gleaming under the soft light like she’d staged herself for a goddamn photoshoot instead of a marriage. “Hey, babe,” she purred.

Lilith. And pictures. My heart pounded again, harder this time, as I unlocked the phone. I shouldn’t look. I shouldn’t. But my hand was already moving, my thumb hovering over the images. When they loaded, my breath caught in my throat. Lilith. In a bathing suit. Her skin glistened with moisture under the sunlight, her curves on full display, and just like that, all the restraint I’d built up under the cold shower evaporated. "Shit," I whispered, gripping the edge of the sink as my cock twitched to life again.

Landon did you a favor for choosing a wolf-less woman like you. Instead of listening to my haunting thoughts, I slam the door wide open. The tears are freefalling from my cheeks now and I don’t give a hoot. Malia shrieks covering her naked body-as if there’s something to look at in the first place. Landon, always calm and composed, six feet tall with an athlete’s body, covers half his naked body. To think I have never seen him naked. I have never been on the receiving end of what Malia just experienced minutes ago.

Lila stepped out completely naked. Her hands tried to cover her breasts and her pussy, but she couldn’t hide much. Her skin was soft and pale. Her nipples were tiny and pink. She stared at the floor, trembling. “Hands at your sides, Lila,” I said. “Let me see properly.” She slowly lowered her arms. They were shaking. “Turn around slowly.” She obeyed. Her ass was round, firm, perfect. When she faced me again I stepped closer. God, she’s beautiful. My cock is rock hard now.

~ ~ Eden ~ ~ Both are seated up in bed naked and fucking. Edmonton is seated in bed, while Lilith is seated on his lap and she's bouncing to and fro on his dick. She's pounding his dick with all the strength she got. They're panting the hell out of them and they are discussing at the same time.

"Fix up your face while you're there. You wouldn't want to make the headlines looking like a mean girl." I rolled my eyes at her. "See you two love birds then. I'm off. Take care of your babydoll Lilith, Mr Roman Argentero." And with that, she strutted off.

“And what are you doing here at VI Tech, Lilith Rumero?” Lorenzo asked with a smile that … did things to her breasts. He was so handsome, not a black hair out of place, his suit clinging to his shoulders, perfectly tailored. Lilith flushed as she unwillingly recalled what she knew to be under that suit: muscles for days. she had seen his spread in Rolling Stone. Fine. she had obsessed over his spread in Rolling Stone, clipping the photo of him on the phone poolside, shirt unbuttoned and parted by the wind and a chest that looked like it was chiseled from marble. It had a place of honor on the wall in her dorm.