Morgan Stark Nude Novels & Stories

Not even remotely prepared for the vision standing in front of me. There’s Marcus. Half-naked. He’s not wearing a shirt, so all that sculpted muscle, his solid chest, the ridges of his abs—everything, is right there, on display like some walking, breathing sin. His hair is a messy crown, like he’s been dragging his fingers through it restlessly, and sure enough, he pushes one hand through it again, making it even messier in the most unfairly attractive way. And he’s wearing grey sweatpants. Just grey sweatpants.

Though he really needed to have a serious talk with her about modesty and how it wasn't appropriate for her to even risk being naked near a man, even if that man was her best friend and pretend husband. Sighing heavily, still trying to keep his mind from going far enough to cause a tree trunk to rise up in the front of his pants, Morgan felt Charlie shift beside him, just enough to get a little closer to him, pinning him against the wall. He theorized that she was sleeping and tossing and turning without realizing it, although he would never have the heart to turn her face to check. As things were going tonight, it was likely that she had her legs spread wide, giving him a privileged view of

"Just be there. *** I slip into our quarters, the clock ticking past 2:55 p.m. Dropping onto the sofa, I wait, the anticipation a subtle thrum in my veins. Margo's routine is a precision drill – gym, home, shower – and today's no different. Today, though, we're gearing up for more than just her post-workout cool down; we're preparing for a trip to New York City. A trap set for Preston. The door swings open, and Margo steps in, her gym bag slung over one shoulder. She halts mid-stride, eyes darting across the room to where I sit, disguised and nearly unrecognizable. Her body tenses as she backpedals slightly, confusion etched into her features. "Uh, excuse me, but who the hell are you?" A chu

Smiling, I had to come back to reality. Nathan was already awake, he was getting ready to head out. I finally got to see him clearly. He was a handsome young man with striking silver hair that cascades in waves around his face. His piercing eyes, the color of storm clouds, hold a mysterious allure, framed by dark lashes. His chiseled jawline gives him an air of strength and determination, softened by a charming smile that lights up his face. His complexion is fair and flawless, accentuating his aristocratic features. He carries himself with confidence, his tall stature and lean build adding to his undeniable charm. He shared no resemblance with Morgana, apart from his silver colored hair.

Xander's pov A group of rebels armed with the new weapons concerned Magnus and Draven never the barracks. Magnus was strong and holding his ground against them but Draven looked cornered with his back pressed against the wall of the castle. I rushed over to them, tearing any one who stepped in my path. I lunged at the rogue closest to Draven, the unexpected movement made the weapon fall out of his hand and clatter to the ground. I wasted no time in crushing it under my paw then tearing into his shoulder. The sickening sound of crunching bones was like music to my ears.

The next second, Ashley screamed, and all the drowsiness disappeared in an instant. In front of her is a picture of a handsome man just out of the bath. He has wheat-colored skin and a tall and slender figure, the muscles of the chest, arms, and lower abdomen are fit and well-proportioned, and the proportions of the inverted triangle are perfect and impeccable. A bath towel is loosely tied around the waist, and the mermaid line is obvious and sexy. Ashley widened her eyes and pointed at the half-naked Morgan Blackstorm, "You...you..."

They hung out in the yard for a little while longer when suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance. The boss came in, leading a tall guy in a baseball cap. He was around six feet with a slim build. Sophia's eyes darted over, full of curiosity. If Ronald was out fetching Heartless Rogue, then this had to be Morgan! Morgan stepped forward, whipped off his cap, and yanked down his mask to flash a dazzling grin. He was drop-dead gorgeous, with a kind of beauty that made you do a double-take, and his eyes were like something out of an old painting—sharp and upturned, just like a nobleman from the past.

***NATE*** “Yeah, you should probably get going,” I said to Morgan as he struggled out of bed. “Now I don’t want to leave,” he said as he grudgingly found his way up on his feet. “Come on, hit the shower!” I said to him and he just groaned and walked into the shower but naked from last night.

Completely naked. What the hell?

She tried again, but she don't know what was wrong with the zipper, because it wouldn't move at all when pulled. "Uh, damn, come on!" Sarena grumbled to herself. "Sarena, are you still in there?" Morgan knocked on his bedroom door while asking. "I'll make breakfast, what do you want to eat?" Sarena gave up on the stubborn zipper of her dress and she took several breaths to calm herself and kept a straight face, as she opened the bedroom door. Morgan was standing in the doorway of the room, wearing only pantaloons and nothing on top, showing a fit body, with muscles in the right places, broad chest, stomach shaped like torn bread and tan skin. Exotic.