Matthew Rhys Nude Novels & Stories

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

“Are you sure about this, Princess? I don’t want to take advantage of you. I want you to be ready. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.” “We’re taking a shower, not making a baby. At least not yet. I want to see all of you, and I want you to see all of me.” I then took a few steps back, reached down, and wiggled my thong over my hips and down to the floor. Matt’s eyes never once left my body. He made me feel like a goddess. I then grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it up over my head. I didn’t have on a bra, so I was completely bare and exposed to him. The steam danced around my skin, battling with the goosebumps that were trying to form.

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.

Maeve added in a voice that suggested that Andrea should keep her dreams where they belonged in her head. Andrea finally understood what she meant when Maeve pushed her phone under her nose. Andrea’s eyes had widened, and her jaw dropped to her chest. The images were of a shirtless and muscular Professor Matthew in nothing but speedo shorts that clutched the muscles of his thighs and a tanned body. And there was the girlfriend who looked like someone cut out from a Vanity Fair center spread. Her blonde air glistened underneath the Tahitian sun. Her body was svelte and tan, and she was also picture-perfect beside him on the yacht. Impulsively, she swiped through the pictures and saw more. The

"Watch your mouth." "Or what?" Marcus laughed. "You'll challenge me? You're not ready, boy. And the council knows it." The elders murmured, nodding. Marcus turned to me. "You've embarrassed this pack. A mute human with no wolf, spreading her legs for a half-breed playboy. Do you have any idea what this does to our reputation?" I opened my mouth. No sound came out. The panic was closing in. Kael stepped forward. "She's not a whore. She's my mate."

There is a black leather seating area and a king sized bed on a high platform, but other than that, it's sterile looking. He sits on the bed and just his chin to the right. “The bathroom is over there.” I nod and rush inside to get some water and come back. I falter when I find him unbuttoning his shirt, slowly revealing the hard ridges of his muscles before throwing his shirt aside. There's no doubt that Rhys's physique was sculpted by a god. He's not too bulky, nor too lean but he has a perfect eight pack and wife shoulders that fit his height.