Matthew Rhys Nude Novels & Stories

Damien said, stepping out of the fabric. I nearly gasped but bit my lip at the last moment to keep the sound in. Nevertheless my eyes widened at the sight of him. The parts of him that hadn’t been visible to me were just as perfect as those that had. Seeing Matthew, naked and gleaming, was like witnessing a sculpture brought to life.

This woman is disgusting. [Hurry up and expose that guy! Ruin her completely!] [We support you, Matthias!] Watching the numbers climb higher and higher, Matthias grew visibly excited. He walked over to the big screen and connected his phone with a cable. "Now, let me show everyone this woman's true face!" He shouted and hit play. The giant screen flickered and began loading the file. I struggled desperately against the chair, the nylon ropes cutting deep into my wrists, leaving bloody marks. Tears streamed down my face, soaking the tape over my mouth.

I couldn’t say what I was thinking, it was related to a man's pride anyway. “What should I do next?” I asked. Matthew hugged me tightly, saying, "Help me undress." “Turn off the lights first.” I hesitated to get out of his arms. Matthew reached for the remote on the nightstand and turned off the light. I listened to him, reached out and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his enchanting chest, and his solid body became more attractive. I looked at his body. There were a few scars, probably the scars left after the accident.

That agony that once tore me apart was stripped away and reshaped, stroke by stroke, until it became the silent works hanging on the walls. Renee sent me a text. "Congratulations to our great artist! Have a few extra glasses for me!" Just after I replied to her, a familiar figure that appeared at the entrance instantly drew everyone's gaze. It was Landon. Dressed in a perfectly tailored dray grey trench coat, he moved through the crowd straight toward me, carrying a bouquet of irises. "I hope you don't mind me showing up uninvited, Ms. Holden," he said, handing me the flowers. Mom and Dad were visibly curious.

The burn made Elias’s eyes water, but his cock leaked a steady stream across his stomach, betraying him. Matteo stood abruptly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His monk’s robe was already tented obscenely. He unbelted it and let it fall. His body was a map of violence and devotion: scars crossing his chest, a thick treasure trail leading down to a cock that made Elias’s throat dry. Heavy, uncut, flushed almost purple, a fat vein running the underside. Bigger than Luca by far. Matteo spat into his palm and slicked himself once, twice. Then he notched the head against Elias’s hole and pushed.

I still shook my head. “This isn’t right,” I whispered. “Why? What’s so wrong about a man wanting his mate?” he growled, not pulling away. “I’m still married to Ryder…” “Lie,” he hissed and I blinked, confused. “What…?” But before I could finish, a breathy moan slipped out of me as he started circling my clit through the soaked fabric. My hips jerked forward, shamelessly chasing that feeling. I hated how my body responded to him, how every part of me lit up under his touch.

I took a deep breath, realizing this wasn't ideal, but I knew I had to do it to preserve my relationship with Ivory. I approached Ivory, wrapping my arm around her waist, maintaining a sense of closeness. I gently kissed her lips and asked, "If I do what you want, will you forgive me?" She nodded with a smile. I walked over to the microphone, held it, glanced at her one last time, cleared my throat, and spoke into it, "I, Henry Ethan, hereby reject you, Niylah Harry, as my mate." The words echoed through the speaker, making sure every student heard.

As soon as we arrived I went straight up to our room and changed into my night clothes that consisted of thin shorts and one of Ryan t-shirts while Ryan quickly went to go check on the pack. When he came back he was only in his jean pants and his shirt was hanging on his shoulder. His body was spectacular. It made me think of things that should be illegal. "What aren't you wearing your shirt?" To distract myself I logged onto Snapchat. I clicked on DJ Khaled's snapchat so see all his inspiration speaking on his plants and how they don't want for his plants to grow. "I did patrol in my wolf form." "Oh, okay. Can we talk?" "Mind if I shower first or is this something urgent?"

Even though she wasn't William's actual mate, being regarded as such felt undeniably good. "Wow, you're real!" the person exclaimed. "Most of us have never seen you, so we were starting to believe that our Alpha finding his actual mate, and not some political match, was just a rumor." "Indeed, I am very real and eager to see my mate. Could you please direct me to his study?" Natasha replied, adding a touch of pride to her words. "Yeah, sure, it’s right up there, then turn left. I’m Daphne," she said, extending her hand.

“Are you satisfied my Prince?” “Very much Rasmus,” he answered in the most soothing velvet voice he had ever heard that he was almost drawn to him. “You have done well,” he looked at him then and his eyes were deep blue. His midnight black hair looking so silky and soft on his head and Rasmus wondered how the man didn’t need a haircut after eight hundred years and then he remembered, he was already dead and so were his cells so nothing about him would change from what it was when he was still alive. He studied the man’s body, his broad chest and his defined abs, down to his slim waist, thick thighs and strong legs. When his eyes went back to his face, he took note of his midnight black eyebr