Sanemi Shirtless Novels & Stories

Ansel said. Klea lifted her head, going for the them to strike a conversation that the Slaves and Omegas are finally out of that hellhole. She was halfway out from the cover of the brushes when she relaxed at the last minute—at the broad shoulders, the joyful sun gilding Ansel's tan skin and veiling his face in shadow. He was shirtless, his trousers unbuttoned and loose at the waist, making Klea wonder what Ansel's hiding beneath those pants. And at the thought of Ansel’s length, his hardness buried inside her…heat pooled between her legs. Klea slid two of her fingers beneath. It was an effort not to make a sound when two glorious males were shirtless before her eyes.

“Why… why are they… are they all… shirtless?” The green-eyed man, Damon, appeared calmly behind me, shaking his head like I was the problem, as if my squeaky, panicked, human existence were the real disaster. “Relax,” he said. “They are… normal for us. Well, mostly. You’ll get used to it.”

"Oh! Sorry, Miles! It seems like you're shirt didn't make the cross. I'll fix that bug later!" "Woah, dead eyes... you have six-pack?! You're skinny, but you have a solid body build. How are you so weak?! "Hahaha! Miles is shirtless in the middle of the city!" I'm shirtless! Don't tell me... The only shirt I brought from the previous world is gone?! "Ishigami! What happened to my shirt?!" "It probably disintegrated." "What?!" Forget about it! That isn't the worse thing these brats have done to me! I don't mind being shirtless cause damn! Do I have a sexy body!

My white nape and shoulder lines, sitting demurely in the water with my back turned, shone like transparent white porcelain under the sunlight. Sam-seok did not utter a single word from his lips. The hierarchy between a Highborn Lady and a lowly servant, or any vain dignity, had long evaporated in this primal space of wildness. Merely exhaling rough snorts from his nose like a rutting predator, he stripped off his sweat-reeking hemp clothes into the air. His muscular naked body, as if intricately sculpted from bronze, and the blood-red crown surging from between his crotch were explicitly exposed under the intense sun.

[Gia’s POV] As we entered back into the bedroom, The sharp and sexy looks of my mates took my breath away. Damen is dressed in dark faded and very well fitted jeans, with a button up white dress shirt, and a dark jacket. His top buttons are left undone and show off his strong neckline, including my bite mark. Sam has a formfitting charcoal suit, with a satin-like fitted t-shirt under his unbuttoned blazer. Max, with his hot bed hair that lays wildly past his ears, has on dark slacks that show off his well sculpted ass, and a fitted black t-shirt which allows his tattoos on his arms to dance when his muscles reflexively tighten.

Strong hands shot out and grabbed my waist, keeping me from falling, and Cassian raised an eyebrow at me when he saw the shirt in my hand. I gave him a sheepish smile and stepped backwards and — HOLY SHIT! How had I not noticed this before?! The man was shirtless! And not just shirtless. He was sweaty and breathing deeply. His hair was slicked away from his face, the ends curling slightly from the dampness, and his muscles seemed to be bulging more than normal. "Um...hey." My voice sounded hoarse and high-pitched at the same time, and I coughed, my ears hot with embarrassment. "I mean... Hi. Good morning. Um... I didn't see you there. I mean..."

Hіѕ ѕkіn іѕ a deep tаn undеr thе white hіgh quality соttоn. Thеrе’ѕ nоt a hаіr on his сhеѕt, аnd his nіррlеѕ аrе ѕmаll аnd pink. There are no tattoos on this mаn; juѕt thе ѕсеnt of еxреnѕіvе аftеrѕhаvе. I ѕlоwlу rеmоvе the ѕhіrt and wаіt. He’s lеft іn his раntѕ nоw, but hе stops my hands as I reach fоr thеm.

"Do you not need to bandage it? Is there no need to apply an ointment of some sort?" "I heal faster than others, I do not need anything to assist me. I simply mustn't wear a shirt my chest must be uncovered for the rest of the day." "That works for me." I teasingly smirk up at him and he flashes his canines at me playfully understanding what I am hinting at. If it were up to me I would forbid him to wear a shirt for the rest of his life but he already gathers too much attention with just his appearance and aura if he were to be shirtless most of the time it would cause unimaginable chaos among females.

I pulled it out and saw a notification that Sebastian had posted on his story. Yep. I followed him on every social media account now just to make sure I didn't miss anything he posted. I opened the story and a it was a picture of himself at the gym, shirtless, with a pair of battle ropes in his hands. He only wore navy training shorts. His skin glistened with sweat, every muscle in his arms, shoulders, and chest tense from the workout. "Damn..." I muttered under my breath as my eyes shamelessly wandered over every inch of him.

His white shirt is hidden under his black jacket, perfectly enhancing his features and making him look even sexier. The color suits him! ‘Is it legal to be this handsome?’ Her subconscious asked her but Sanam's deep honeyed voice didn't let her even listen to herself. "Heer," he called her name, waking her up from her thoughts. "Y-yeah?" She asked, out of her trance and suddenly she realized what she had to tell him, she didn't even give him a chance to speak and started telling him, "Actually, I don't have any fancy clothes to wear."