Man Kneeling Silhouette Novels & Stories

However, my eyes are glued to one person. Kell Cross is standing in formation with the other football players. He’s shirtless and wearing simple gray basketball shorts, and his hair is damp as sweat drizzles down his face, neck, and muscled chest. Chest heaving, he leans down with one hand on the ground and the other on his back. His strong legs are positioned for a play. One bent in front, and the other stretched behind his back. As he and his opponent stand face to face, I lick my lips as I watch a drop of sweat glide sensuously down his neck.

“Up. On your knees.” She blinked in surprise. Still curled in his lap, wrapped in the thin barrier of his jacket, Lila hesitated. Lucas didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. His fingers skimmed under the fabric, trailing down her spine. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Her heartbeat kicked harder, not out of fear—but recognition. She moved. Slowly. Carefully. She slid from his lap and turned, positioning herself between his legs, kneeling. The soft carpet beneath her knees contrasted with the burn in her chest. The jacket slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her arms until she was bare again.

Aoife demanded. Without a single ounce of word, Keyller knelt with both knees bent on the floor while his face still looking firmly at Aoife. Siri was still sitting on the bed with a lolly in her mouth, watching them interestingly. Both she and Aoife were wearing the same black box pleated skirts. The moment Keyller knelt on the floor, Aoife rested one of her legs on his shoulder, making the skirt hike up just at the base of her legs. Keyller could see that she was not wearing underwear, so when she held the back of his head, his face faced directly at her cunt. He felt disgusted and just wanted to bite that entrance, but before he could complain, Aoife spoke above his head.

"Then get on your knees and earn it." I sink to the hallway floor. The hardwood is cold against my stockinged knees. He towers over me – fully dressed, his belt at my eye level, his cock already straining his jeans. The power imbalance is visual and electric – him clothed, me naked, him standing, me kneeling. "Hands behind your back."

It showed two figures in a dark tunnel, one on her knees, the other pressed against a wall in a position that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The caption read: “What’s going on here?”

I mean jock. Especially some football playing Neanderthal who obviously thinks he's god's gift to the female population of Barnett University. Ugh. Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll pass. A proposition of a sexual nature from the likes of Roan King… I accept! KingOfCampus.com With my head bent forward, my caramel colored hair falls over my face like a thick curtain, shielding it from view. Tapping my foot nervously, I wait until Mr. Abs of Steel swaggers his way up front to speak with the professor. Just as I’m about to make a break for it, he saunters back over to his desk before picking up his backpack and strolling out the door like he has all the time in the world.

All of these people had their legs put together, and their arms were also bent as they knocked their foreheads on the ground. After all, they were all martial arts practitioners and so, every one of them maintained the same angle and posture as they kneeled. They looked extremely neat and uniform. Moreover, all of them were kneeling on the ground in a very pious state. This was especially so for Porter, who was kneeling at the forefront. Even though his face was hidden within the bend of his arm, he had a guilty and ashamed expression on his face. As for Cadfan and Sheldon from the Schulz family, although they did not dare to slack off, their body strength could not support them at all. It d

​The silence that hit the room was brutal. ​He walked toward Kael’s table, every single step looking like it cost him a gallon of blood. When he finally stopped in front of him, Kael didn't move. He didn't even bother to take his earbuds out. He simply lowered his feet from the chair and pointed directly at his sneakers. ​Ethan dropped to one knee.

As he searched where the rustle is coming from, he slowly stood up while holding his bow with his right hand and leaned on the trunk before he silently peeked on his left side. What he saw stunned him; a silhouette of a person double his height, wearing an armor and holding a shield submerged in the earth and disappeared. Then after a while, a person wearing a dark green cloak step into his view while stretching like it has just woken up. Holding his breath, he continued watching the person as it stands still while looking up in the sky; like it was waiting for something to happen. But then, Kane immediately hid when he noticed someone who approached the person.

The pressure increased. Her knees didn’t hit the ground, but her head was forced low enough to make her feel every inch of submission. The fury that burned in her blood was silent—but present. Her breath shook, her fists clenched at her sides. Her wolf snarled—pacing, teeth bared—not in fear, but in protest. Kaelani’s gaze lifted, peering through strands of her hair. The crowd slowly parted, revealing a table crowded with players, though one figure stood out—seated at the center, holding a handful of iridescent cards.