Novel & Cerita Morgana Robinson Nude

"Heather, don't cry, please! I would never hurt you like this!" Morgan stirs at the voices. He stretches and smiles, his manhood on full display. He sees his beautiful mate across the room and winks. Morgan's face falls as he sees tears fall down Heather's face. Why was she clothed? Didn't they just....? Morgan turns flips to his side and stumbles away. His best friend is sitting next to him, with only Nathaniel's jacket covering her. "What the hell?!" He shrieks at her. "Why are we naked, Selene!?"

She blushed fiercely when he looked at her in confusion as if he didn't understand her, but she knew he was messing with her, seeing the mischief underneath that seductive gaze of his. “Like this?” Morgan asked, touching her in a teasing manner with her clothes on. He touched her hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure what she was talking about. “No,... My clothes... Take them off; I want your hands on my skin,” she said breathlessly, letting out pants in between. “That's wild. Are you sure?” Morgan asked in feigned hesitation. Looking at her with a dangerous look in his eyes. “Because if you get naked right here in front of me, I can't promise the beast within me can be tamed.”

A shiver of desire overcame the trio as she slowly looked up, and then she took off her robe. Morgana's breath caught in her throat as the fog finally cleared from her brain. She was standing in the snow, facing three golden mountains. 'Wait one minute; they aren't golden mountains..good lord! They are three mountains of gold!' The Seductress had never seen so much wealth amassed in one place in all her life, and that was saying something. Then her eyes honed in on three more gorgeous treasures, walking towards her, and subconsciously she licked her lips as a come hither smile played upon her kissable mouth. The men were identical, of Asian descent with jet black hair and mouthwatering abs,

Chapter 6 Morgana’s POV: I ran a hand over my black gown, smoothing out invisible wrinkles as I examined my reflection. The V-neck hugged my curves, while the long slit along my right leg gave just enough allure without being too revealing. “Everything is perfect.” I said, to my reflection. Tonight, I would no longer be the woman hiding in the shadows, secretly aiding Xavier from behind the scenes. Tonight, I would step forward and take my place beside him, no matter how much he tried to keep me sheltered.

"What… exactly are you two doing?" At the sound of my voice, Morgan's defiance instantly faltered, though his tail snapped straight up behind him. With a reluctant rip of fabric, he finally yanked his shirt off, voice tight with resentment. "Fine. Let's just get this over with." Unlike Eli, Morgan's build was obvious even through clothing. Shirtless, his sculpted, bronze-toned body radiated raw, masculine power—every muscle sharp and solid. Raw power… for what, exactly? I was completely lost.

Another maid carefully manicures her hands, filing down the jagged nails left from weeks of hard labor. Then they move to her private part, using practiced, clinical movements, and smoothly shave her private parts. They pull her from the water, drying her skin with thick, plush towels. One maid steps forward with a small jar of honey. Carefully, she rubs it over Morgana’s lips, then applies it directly to her nipples. Finally, they drape her in her attire for the night. A crimson nightgown made of a flimsy, see-through silk that leaves nothing to the imagination.

I made sure she drank plenty of the water with truth potion. Leaning against the desk, I asked, “What is your real name?” She blinked wide. “Morgan,” she replied. “I changed it to Morgana after traveling with the gypsy werewolves.” I smiled, was working. “Do you love me?” She smirked. "I don't give a shit about love. You have the body, and Goddess knows I love a filthy good fuck. I'll take every drop of your cum and ride your hard meat all night long. The more cash and diamonds you throw at me, the better I'll spread my legs. I’m not after your silly little heart like Rima; I’m after your money, Ronan, and her bloody wealth, too."

Theodora's POV The woman who descended the stairs was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. That was my first thought. Not fear. Not a strategy. Just awe at her impossible perfection. Long dark hair that moved like water. Skin that glowed with internal light. Eyes that shifted colors as she walked. Blue. Green. Gold. She wore white robes that looked ceremonial. Ancient. Power radiated from her in waves that made my teeth ache. This was Morgana. The cult leader. The monster who orchestrated everything.

Morgana instantly pushed him back and grabbed her gown to slip into it whilst Victor pull his pants up and stood like a culprit. “You made him accept you for what?” I raised my voice at Morgana, who couldn’t even raise her face up to look me in the eye. “I ca---n explain,” she murmured shakily. “What can be a good enough explanation for this act of lewdness?” I yelled with all my might. How dare she unleashed her mother on me to ruin my every peaceful moment for her daughter while her daughter has already found someone she was giving her all to.

The idea was perfect…keep her near, under my roof, where I could watch every move, slip something into her wine when the moment was right, find the one weakness centuries hadn’t erased. I will kill her. I swear on my life. Morgana laughed…low, amused, the sound slithering down my spine. “Oh, sweet child,” she said, patting my cheek again like I was a slow-witted pup. “Worry about keeping yourself in shape, not me. These old bones of yours are starting to sag in all the wrong places. As for blending in…” She stepped back, smoothed the plain servant’s dress she wore, and gave a little twirl that made the fabric swirl innocently. “I have the perfect cover.”