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.

After Mew confirmed all ran, he turned into his human form and turn his gaze to his omega. The scene before Mew made him froze. Gulf was just in Mew's jacket lying on the mud grassland showing his whole body exposed with half lid eyes, fully erected dick, his smell making Mew's wolf take control. Gulf totally lost his mind because of his heat and his alpha's musky smell making him more aroused. So he decided to help himself like always he can't take anymore. Gulf rubbed his cheeks, neck with his slender fingers by seeing his mate. Mew can't take his eyes from Gulf, he can't move nor speak. He also doesn't know what to do but Gulf 's action making him aroused his dick is getting his life.

All three eyes snapped back to mine. I froze. They've been doing this a lot all morning. “I-I-I’m not." I said quickly, too quickly. The hope in Melanie's an Nymeria's eyes dimmed and they sighed. Only Aria continued to watch me unblinking. She tilted her neck and I avoided her gaze. It was the truth. I wasn't lying. I wasn't his mate. I couldn't be. “I-I can't have a mate.” I whispered. Aria's calm expression creased and replaced with a frown.

I snickered, mumbling that he was a demon too and my mother glanced down at me with her stern look. "I had hoped that once your maturity had come and you experienced it for a few years that your mate would have changed to Igor or Rodion. They both are descendants of the actual Rasputin and might be hung like…oh nevermind," my mother sputtered. I had already heard about Rasputin and his thirteen-inch weiner. I wasn't a pristine primrose like my mother thought. I had been corrupted by my dearest friend Noah's debauchery and had not minded in the least. I also didn't believe a huge penis was something I was interested in since my first time was painful and not enjoyable and his size had been av

“Hi.” “Hey baby.” He scrubs his face, giving me a peek at the bulge of his bicep and his forearms. He’s shirtless, laying back on his bed. There are some scattered files by his side and he looks a bit exhausted. Or maybe turned on? I’m not sure. His hand drops away from his face, running down his chest. His shoulder muscle flexes and his lips part. “You’re so fucking sexy, Peaches.” Rhys grins. He’s totally touching himself.

Sharon got up from the sofa; she walked around his room, staring at the exclusive work of art hanging on his wall. The bathroom door was suddenly swung open, and Sharon froze as she turned to glance at Matthew. It felt as if the world had come to an end. Matthew was coming out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, water dripping from his hair down his neck, tracing a path to the rocky abs partially visible beneath the fabric. Slowly, he undid the robe, revealing his broad chest. With a gentle motion, he let the robe slide off, exposing his toned body. As the elegant fabric fell away, Sharon found herself breathless, unable to look away from his perfect physique. “Why? Is something on my body?” Math

He closed his eyes, imagining Arabella's face while his hand began stroking, but then suddenly he sensed the approach of someone behind him. Startled, he whirled around, and instantly froze at the sight straight out of his vision. A scant foot away from him, Arabella stood staring at him without a stitch on her body. Shock robbed Matthew of speech and he couldn't be more dazed even if he was looking at a ghost instead. For an instant, he thought it must be his overheated imagination that conjured her from the air, but when she remained there, he realized that it was really her, not a figment of his imagination. And it turned out that reality far surpassed his imagination. For the first time

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.