Matthew Rhys Nude Novels & Stories

I watched Mr Mattias take off his shirt, then his jeans. He's eyes fixed on mine. “Take off your towel,” Mr Mattias commanded. One that I couldn't refuse. I took off my towel, standing naked before him. My breathing was heavy, heavier than it should be. I watched Mr Mattias's eyes run down to my nipple. A sly smile crossed his lips.

And his body, oh goddess. Maybe it came with being the pack alpha, but Mathias’s body was a work of art. She let herself drink in his muscles, every rippling one as he crossed the room; the ones in his back, in his long, powerful legs, and her personal favorites, his abs. “Keep staring like that, and you might not walk straight out of this room.” Matthias called over his shoulder. Raine giggled, ducking her head beneath the covers so he wouldn’t see her blush. “Stop making promises you can’t keep, old man.”

My family was falling apart, and I felt powerless to stop it. As I reached the lake, I slowed to a walk, my thoughts racing. The tranquility of the water contrasted sharply with the turmoil inside me. I barely noticed my surroundings until a sudden splash drew my attention. Startled, I looked up and saw someone diving into the lake from the opposite shore. My breath caught as the figure emerged from the water. It was Rhys, and he was completely nude. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, we were both frozen. His gaze was intense, filled with a mix of surprise and something else I couldn’t quite place.

I hesitated for only a second before gripping the hem of Ryan’s oversized t-shirt and pulling it slowly over my head. The cool air of Matthew’s living room kissed my bare skin, making my nipples tighten instantly. I dropped the shirt to the floor beside the couch, leaving me completely naked in his lap. Matthew’s eyes darkened as they roamed over me — unhurried, appreciative, almost reverent. His hands slid up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts before cupping them gently.

“Tell me right now that you’re not already mine, Isabelle. Tell me that your body doesn’t respond to my voice the way it’s responding right now.” I couldn’t. Because it was true. My nipples were still hard, visible even through the towel. My skin felt too tight, too hot. And between my legs, I was wet—and not from the shower. “That’s what I thought,” Matt said when I didn’t answer. “Now, I want you to do something for me.” “What?” “Drop the towel.” My breath caught. “Matt—” “Drop it. I want you naked while we talk.” “I can’t—what if Sage—”

Chapter: 74. ***** "Take your clothes off," Alexander panted. He smiled when Matthew immediately obeys, stepping back as he pulls off his shirt, quickly followed by socks, jeans, and underwear. Alexander’s mouth practically watered as he stared at his perfectly sculpted strong body. He wants to touch every part of him, especially that glorious, hard cock. He was wickedly huge, it made his heart throb. But it seems only fair that he should get naked too, so he begins undoing the buttons on his shirt.

his moan signaled the end of our long kiss. While feeling our saliva dripping from the corner of my lips, I flashed a seductive smile at him who was catching his breath down there. I straightened my back, straightened my shoulders, and pulled off this dress in one try. Then the breasts, which had been idle on the other side, appeared in the air. I let those hands play with them, touch them, grip them as they wish. But apparently, Matthias didn't have too much patience in stock. As soon as he saw that I was completely naked, he immediately straightened his back, causing me to fall on my back.

Matt ran to David and clung to him now. "What happened?" He asked again. Alex was in a daze, his mate looking so hot in his half-naked body. His muscles, his biceps on full display. David was only in his loose trousers. His upper body is naked. Alex has slept the whole night resting his head on this good build chest but he couldn't get to take his eyes off or get impressed whenever he sees it. It mesmerizes him. "You are drooling." He was pulled back to his senses by Matt pulling the hem of his shirt.

“Yeah, you were right there. We agreed on this one over the strings you were trying to buy.” “This is a fucking string! Your ass is falling out, babe, and let’s not even get me started on the twins here,” I said while pointing to her chest. “Matt, your entire chest is exposed. Every single ripple of muscle under your perfectly tanned skin. And don’t think we can’t see the large imprint of your dick through your trunks, or your tight little ass either. This is swimwear—deal with it.”

One son, Caden Ashford, age 19. Since his wife's death, Matthias had been linked to dozens of women. Models, actresses, businesswomen. But never the same woman twice. The articles called him a playboy. Said he was cold, ruthless, and impossible to pin down. I opened another tab and searched for images. The photos showed a man who looked far too handsome to be on the same planet as me. Long, perfect hair left in messy waves. Cold blue eyes that looked right through the camera. And a body that screamed I worked out. He didn't look like a 40-year old man, if anything he looked young.