Novel & Cerita Mira Murati Nude

He pushed the bathroom door open to deal with the maid personally before handing her over to the guard to dismiss her. Derrick had not thought he would see Miranda naked. As the bathroom door opened, Miranda got out of the bathtub, and she was shocked to see the deep blue eyes looking at her with so much rage. Miranda felt stunned for a moment as Master Derrick's eyes roamed all over her body. She had an hourglass shape; her breasts were full, and her hips were extremely seductive. Miranda stood before the house master completely nude, and Derrick, who had not seen a naked woman before, now found it extremely hard to control the arousal he felt.

"I'm here, baby. I just need to get your clothes off so we can get in the shower, okay?" I rip off her dripping shorts, and a red, string thong comes into view. My cock stirs in my slacks. Fuck! Even soaking wet, and probably in the risk of getting frostbite, Mira Fernandez makes me so fucking hard. When she is finally naked, I pause for a second to take her in. God, she's beautiful. Her dark hair lies like a halo around her face, painfully highlighting her pale cheeks. Her plump breasts jut above her chest, her nipples rosy and fully erect from the cold. I catch a sight of her pink pussy just above her smooth thighs.

She watched Nina approach, and her hand clenched around her phone, her back straightening. Nina was also tall, and with high heels, she appeared taller than Candice. She exuded a natural air of delicacy and nobility. She looked down at Candice, raised her right eyebrow slightly, and said, "You know, in families like ours, I can tolerate him having affairs outside, but I absolutely cannot tolerate the appearance of a child." Nina paused, glanced at Candice's belly, then calmly withdrew her gaze, raised her wine glass, and left the balcony.

I slowly looked around the chamber, already knowing that whatever had happened during the night had given the priestesses exactly what they needed. Mira stood near the far wall with four guards around her, while three priestesses stood between her and everyone else. Her face was pale, but she was standing straight, and there was no sickness in her eyes or weakness in her body. She looked frightened, confused, and angry, but she did not look cursed. My wolf became strangely still when I looked at her, almost as if he was telling me to pay attention to what my eyes were seeing instead of what everyone else was saying.

She could sense the darkness looming over her, as if someone was right behind her. These supernatural creatures possessed exceptional night vision, so Mira was certain the person could see her clearly. Naked, she fell to her knees, her body trembling. She lowered her upper body until her shoulder pressed against the cool floor, spreading her knees wide open to expose privates fully. Carefully, she avoided touching her buttocks and instead grasped just beyond them, reaching for her vaginal folds and spreading them apart as much as her position allowed. A growl rumbled from the dark room, startling her to the point of crying out. It sounded much closer than she had expected.

She'd gone without underwear for the occasion, something that Arthur seemed to appreciate. Shamira removed her hand and scooted back. "Kira, would you mind?" she asked pointing towards the top of her pants. Kira dutifully knelt and pulled them, pressing her face against Shamira's muscular ass. The vampire kicked her pants away. "I seem to be the only nude one here," she said. She grinned. "Is that how it's supposed to work? Kira, help Arthur with his --" She looked at his cock straining against his pants. "-- problem."

Draven and Myra follow Uria to the last room, which Myra, the slave, opens to a queen-size bed, clearly for two, just as she watches the elder head out. "You must change quickly," she bows. “Thank you for having us,” Myra says towards the elder, but the woman just stares at her for a few seconds that seemed eternal before she leaves Myra, who stares at her retreating frame as she closes the door. “Okay, I think we have a few minutes, and it seems—oh my God.” Myra screeched just as she turns the last second to see Draven's human and naked frame , just as they see the expanse of his muscles and tattoos across his chest and his length firm with no shame.

His fingers elongated, tips sharpening into obsidian claws. The handle turned. The door swung open. Mira walked in, carrying a stack of textbooks and an iced coffee that was definitely mostly ice. She stopped dead. She looked at Kai, half-naked and growling. She looked at me, sitting on the bed looking thoroughly flushed. She looked at the jar of peanut butter. "Okay," Mira said, kicking the door shut behind her. "I have several questions. First, why is the Captain of the Elite Guard shirtless in our room? Second, why does he look like he wants to murder me? And third... did you eat all my peanut butter?"

We kept standing while she gradually unbuttoned my short sleeved shirt then she removed my tank top with my aid. Mira’s hands were all over my chest. She kept feeling and touching my entire muscular structure. I tried not to think too much. I'm a mafia gangsta I can do whatever I want. I kept assuring myself. Mira unhurriedly knelt down before me, our eyes both locked onto each other’s. I tilted my head downward, admiring the beauty before me. No, I wasn’t still in love with Mira, but she was still as pretty as before. Her features were unique to her only. The fact that she wanted me made it easier to fuck her without feeling responsible—unlike Ari.

The woman survived poisoned tea and assassination attempts daily, yet still couldn’t be bothered with basic security. Moonlight streamed through the sheer curtains, painting silver stripes across the rumpled bedsheets. Mira lay curled on her side, one bandaged hand tucked beneath her cheek, Julise nowhere in sight. The blanket had slipped to her waist, revealing the thin linen shift she slept in. In sleep, without her usual armor of sarcasm and steel, she looked younger. More vulnerable. The dark circles under her eyes stood out starkly against her pale skin. I exhaled slowly through my nose. The Mate Games trials were taking their toll on all the competitors, but Mira… She’d entered this ga