Marika Rossa Nude Novels & Stories

"Hang on just a little longer! You'll look even hotter when you wear it!" The cold sensation of the beachside air at night forced Rossa to open her eyes. When she managed to do so, the woman had returned. "Put this on, my dear!" The woman once again lifted Rossa's body and put on a semi-transparent black bra. Rossa, who could now open her eyes, could see in a mirror at the end of the bed where she lay that it was a very minimal bra, not only highlighting her large, firm breasts but also revealing her nipples vaguely.

I snarled, “She’s got an injured leg.” “She looked like she was doing just fine,” Marina hissed, “You baby that woman and it’s disgusting. She’s a mere human. How can you even believe that she could be your mate?” I grit my teeth, biting back the knowledge that Rosa isn’t actually a human. “She is my fucking mate,” Onyx pushes to the surface, “Human or not, she is mine. Get over yourself, Marina. And if you keep disrespecting Rosa,” I step closer, crowding her space as I stare down into her defiant gaze, “I’ll make sure that you rot beneath the Earth. No one will know what happened to you except for you and me.”

"Signor Rossi, you wanted a private session after hours?" Marco Rossi stood in the center of the sunlit studio, barefoot on the wooden floor, wearing loose black shorts and a fitted tank that showed off his powerful arms and chest. Tall, olive-skinned, with sharp cheekbones and intense hazel eyes that always seemed to see too much. At 35, he owned half the luxury villas along this coast and moved like a man who controlled everything around him. He watched me unroll my mat. "Call me Marco. And yes, I need you to push me today, hard."