Matthew Rhys Nude Novels & Stories

beautiful. I love your mind. Your eyes. Damn you're so fucking sexy" Rhys said the words hungrily. Pearl melted. Melted right there in his giant living room in his giant suite. "I want you, Pearl. Is that ok?" "Yes. Yes that's ok, Rhys. I want you,too." And with that, still kissing her, he lead her to the side bedroom. He wasted no time taking off her jacket. Her shirt. He cupped her breast, still in her bra and didn't even bother to take it off. He wanted her jeans off. He wanted to take her and make her his and was impatiently working her out of her clothes to make that happen. Pearl slid out of her jeans and sat back on the bed, on her elbows. She watched him take off his jacket and his

But I had no intention of giving it away. Instead, I held it up, high enough for them all to see the seal. “The Moon Matron line,” I said. “Forgotten, not broken.” The room fell silent. Then, from behind the dais, a door opened and Daxon entered. Every time he walked into a room, it was like the oxygen shifted. He was dressed in formal black, no tie, his shirt open just enough to reveal the mark at the base of his throat a faint crescent scar that pulsed faintly under the light.

Don't ask me how I knew, Dad usually tell me that whenever I bring up the conversation that he travels a lot. We were walking towards the stairs with Matt leading the way when my gaze shifted to the wall and my eyes landed on a large picture frame of shirtless Matthew. He was standing in the surf, with the water up to his ankle. He was only clad in a blue beach short, water was dripping down from his curly brown hair and down to his bare chest. He had a finger pressed on his abs, his lips parted slightly and he raised a palm up to his face, shielding his ocen blue eyes from the sunlight.

“You need more.” Matthew reaches back and takes off his t-shirt and flexes his humongous muscles. He cracks his neck. I stare wide eyed at him and pull out my phone. I raise it and click a picture. Grey’s head whips to me. “Did….did you just take a picture of the shirtless Goliath?” He thumbs to Matthew. I nod slowly. “It’s proof. The girls are never going to believe this.” “Grey! Wes! Get in here.” Blade yells.

he hangs the lantern on a rusted hook, its light spilling across the room. Khatri then turns around and God help him, there is Matthew. Tied to a bed in the center of the room, he’s spreadeagled, wrists and ankles pinned to the posts with coarse ropes that dig into his creamy flesh. Matthew’s back arches off the mattress, sweat, and dry vomit streaking his pale skin, plastering dark hair to his forehead. his eyes are squeezed shut, blood-red lips dried, flaky, and parted, chest heaving beneath a torn shirt. the sight of him…restrained and vulnerable makes Khatri’s throat tighten as a distant shameful heat stirs in his loins.

This time, Matthew was in a black short-sleeved shirt. He had thick eyelashes and azure eyes that were as charming as the sea of stars. Besides, he had a sexy Adam’s apple. Although he was only 21 years old, he gave off an aura that made women go wild. Freya gazed at him in awe. She had never seen such a handsome mixed-race man. He was just like a handsome prince from Greek mythology.

It was Matt. “Oh, hey? What’s up?” I stuttered as I wiped the water from my face. I slightly pulled away before I realized Matt was completely naked in the creek with me. His breathing was heavy, and his face was pale. His wary eyes scoured over me, trying to decide whether to kill or hug me.

Matthew suggested, standing in front of me. I instantly turn aside after noticing his nude torso. He was wearing only a boxer and no shirt, and the water streaming over his masculine body made him appear even sexier to the point that it felt like a sin to lay my eyes on him. "No," I said, refusing. "I felt good just by seeing the place." There was a deafening silence after I responded. And, out of curiosity, I slowly turned my head to where he was standing, only to find him staring at me with an amused smirk on his face. This is the first time I've ever wished for the earth to swallow me entirely.

With Matteo’s smooth gaze fixed on Isabella, he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing his strong, muscular chest. As he took his shirt off, he let it fall to the ground and exposed his flawless physique. Isabella’s stomach fluttered, and she wasn’t aware she was unknowingly licking her lips as her eyes took in the half-features of Matteo’s nude body. His shoulders were broad, his chest rippled with muscles, and his abs were strongly defined. Every part of his body was neatly shaved and clean. The sleeve tattoos on his arms and the prominent veins in every part of his arm make him appear breath-taking. ‘God!’ She thought she was hallucinating because Matteo looked like a sexy Greek male mod

She deliberately buttoned the buttons hindering his view of her chest. He swallowed hard and leaned down. Amara yelped as his strong hands grabbed the sweatpants she was wearing and pulled them down. Her eyes widened and she quickly pulled the shirt down to cover her naked legs. Rhys grabbed the wet clothes and with rigid posture, walked to the closet. When he came back after a minute, he had changed into grey sweats. His chest naked for her eyes to ogle. The sweatpants clung to his hips, emphasizing the sculpted contours of his muscular frame. His bare torso, defined and powerful, hinted at a strength that both captivated and intimidated.