Obanai Shirtless Novels & Stories

“Sit down. Regain your strength.” I turned, startled. And froze. Ronan was shirtless. He had shrugged off his soaked shirt and wrung it once before draping it over a jagged rock The flickering shadows of the cave fire danced over his sun-kissed skin and defined abs, each muscle carved like stone. The sight made my breath catch in my throat. I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

Antonio added. "Inform me when his ship will land on shore and ask our men to turn ship into different direction." Damien instructed. "OK sir." Antonio then went to complete his task. Damien looked at the photographs. There was a woman in a sapphire blue gown holding the arms of a smiling man who was wearing blue tuxe. On each side there stood two boys wearing the same tuxe as the big man. The boy on left had a cold, expressionless face while the one on left had a naughty smile.

Anthony was sure that Shanon would become the beach men's meal because she was sunbathing alone and there were no fierce bodyguards around to watch over her. Anthony only showered for about five minutes. The shortest shower in his history. He hurriedly dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt and shorts. He wore whatever he first got from the wardrobe. There was no time to choose clothes. Even though it was very contrary to his usual habits. But, Anthony was more worried about Shanon than what clothes he was wearing. He didn't even know how long Shanon had been on the beach without his supervision. Shanon was really cunning because she didn't tell him directly about her plan to sunbathe when he was e

I couldn’t help but find him and the whole situation sexy. Ryu was wearing a sleeveless white shirt which left his arm muscles exposed. The more he moved, the more they coiled and flexed beautifully. Like a work of art. The vein lines were visible and his arms have never been so attractive to me before. I could just picture him pinning me down with them and having his way with me. Not to forget the fact that the shirt did nothing to hide his abs. In fact, they were accentuated for I could see all the lines and ridges of his muscular chest. Even the big pecs. And then those strong jean clad thighs… oh lord...

I shook my head at my own reflection. I was bold but I wasn’t that bold. “Fuck it.” I tugged the sash loose and let the fabric fall open anyway. **** He was on the couch when I stepped out, and my mouth very fell open. Literally. He was shirtless. Like, completely, entirely shirtless — bare from the waist up, and I had never in my life been this close to a shirtless man who looked like that. Like him. The breadth of his shoulders, the definition of his chest, and the narrow taper of his waist had me swallowing.

Sometimes it would even be as different as how they dress. For example: their pack was the only one who wore kimonos to prominent events. Shiro wore a simple black one. There was no need to have intricate designs or artwork. That would distract them from the things he needed to say. His hair went to his lower back when it was down. He got it from his mother and grandfather. It was as black as night and as straight as the wooden boards on the ground. He had put it up in a simple ponytail, allowing it to lie on his neck and blend in with his dark outfit. The only thing that stood out against his clothing was a necklace that his grandfather had given him. It was a red medallion that rested on h

The door was slightly ajar, and soft sounds of movement and heavy breathing drifted out. I stopped right at the edge of the doorframe, pressing my back against the wall, and peeked in through the gap. Oh. My. God. He was there. Shirtless. Gone were the suits, the crisp shirts, the buttons, the ties. He was wearing only dark grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt, no shoes, nothing else. His back was to me, hands gripping the pull-up bar high above him, and he was moving—smoothly.

Everything was for her. And then there he was. Cassian stood shirtless, his body a map of power—defined chest, lean muscle, a line of ink that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. He held a leash in one hand. The other held a camera. “You’re late,” he said. She wasn’t, but she didn’t argue. She let the coat fall from her shoulders and stepped forward completely naked, the plug glinting under the light. Cassian’s lips twitched.

“WOLVES!” I steal a glance over at them - totally by accident, of course. My eyes find Ronan almost instantly. He’s in that sleeveless training shirt that makes it impossible not to notice the way his shoulders flex when he moves. He wipes sweat off his forehead with the hem of his shirt, and suddenly, hello abs. Tight, tan, and carved like they’ve been sculpted out of arrogance and gym hours.

His lustful eyes stop at my heaving chest. Then the movement begins. Ibhaan slowly unbuttons his blazer and shrugs it off. He stretches his body a bit, refluxing the bulging muscles as he takes an intimidating step forward. Consequently, I took several steps back. The dreadful feeling of getting overpowered is back. I feel suffocated. I want to run away...anywhere far away from these monsters. Another step forward. Another step back. He loosens his tie. His nostrils are flared. And then he does the unmentionable. He rips his shirt off and throws it away.