Steven Seagal Shirtless Mga Nobela at Kwento

Beneath it, she wore only a sheer silk camisole that clung to the curve of her waist, her skin still flushed from the raw, intoxicating rush of surviving Shaft 9. ​Julian didn't even make it three steps into the room before he shed his tactical gear. His torn, blood-smudged dress shirt was ripped open, the buttons popping against the floor as he stripped it off, tossing it aside to reveal the broad, sculpted expanse of his chest and shoulders. The silver scars across his ribs gleamed in the sunlight, but his storm-gray eyes were locked onto Maya with a dark, primal intensity that made her breath hitch in her throat ​"No press conferences," Maya murmured, her voice dropping into a breathless,

Drake said quietly. Miguel paused, then turned his head toward him with a sly look. Without a word, he peeled the shirt off again, standing there shirtless. The morning sun casting soft shadows over the lean lines of his torso. "Is it?" Miguel asked, casually tossing the shirt aside.

The moment the chat app opened, my eyes widened in shock, and the breath caught in my throat. Shane had sent an outrageously hot selfie. In the photo, he stood shirtless in front of the mirror in his private home gym. It showcased his broad, sculpted chest, perfectly defined six-pack abs, and the prominent veins running along his arms. His entire torso glistened with sweat post-workout, his grey sweatpants riding tantalizingly low on his hips. Below the explicit photo was a caption written in an insufferably seductive tone. Shane: Just finished an intense workout session this afternoon, My Queen. All to make sure my stamina and performance are off the charts when I take you later.

Sean was standing beside the kitchen counter shirtless, showing off his vast athletic, muscular arms and broad back while his lower half was cover in sweatpants, a straight v line running into his pants. Suddenly he turned hearing my voice and I caught sight of a skull tattoo on the left side of his chest, my stupefied eyes went back to his face and found him staring at me stolidly. Feeling caught and suddenly feverish, I turned my back to him. I placed my hand over my chest, breathing histrionically. I felt blood surging to my face and my ear gleamed as flashes of his bare chest inundated my head. What was wrong with me!!!?

**** When morning came, it was the smell that woke me. A warm, savory, delicious smell that made my stomach start growling even before I was fully awake. Is he cooking again? I wondered, rubbing my eyes before groggily padding out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen. The sight before me made me freeze. Sebastian stood at the stove, shirtless with sweatpants hanging low on his hips. I could see the waistband of his Calvin Klein briefs. His back looked like something sculpted out of marble. I watched the way they moved as he cooked. It made me want to reach out and trace the hard lines as well as the tattoos on it.

“Calling Daddy while you fucked that pretty little pussy with your fingers.” Shame twisted in my stomach, sharp and hot, but it only made me wetter. I pressed my thighs together, trying to hide it, but it was useless. He’d already seen everything. Steven reached down and unbuckled his tool belt letting it drop with a heavy thud. The sound made me jump. Then he pulled his white T-shirt over his head, his broad chest, muscled from years of real work, dark hair trailing down his stomach and disappearing into his jeans. My mouth went dry.

Pressing both feet flat on the mattress, I stretch out my thighs, giving him a clear view straight to my core. Steven rips the tie out from the waistband of his sweatpants. The sweatpants fall flat down to the ground. He’s wearing black briefs underneath. They are stretching to the limit with that fucking huge cock he’s carrying. He shoves them down with abject hatred, until that constrained dick finally lurches free. “Touch yourself,” Steven says. “Show me what you do when you are alone.” Oh, this is guaranteed to be much better than that. When I’m alone, I just work quick to get off. Right now, I want to put on a show.

She was right though, he was a downright pervert, and good god he wasn't ashamed to have such a creative imagination when it came to Seb. "Shush it, if you seen him shirtless then you would understand." The image of Seb in his doorway, shirtless has never left his mind, and he was thankful for that. "You've seen him shirtless? When?" she crossed her arms and fiddled her brows. "Oh, I don't know... the night you took my phone and messaged him, after he left he forgot his movies, and when I went to drop them off he was shirtless. As if he strategically planned it out to show his flawless abs and beautiful arms." Kat rolled her eyes at his description of the man body.

Why is he shirtless? >Shirtless Salvy He turned his head and smiled at me. “Sorry my angioletto, I did not have a shirt on my gym bag.” My heart and my ovary jumped. I have this strong urge to run my fingers to his chest and abs again. “D-did I say that out loud?” I cover my mouth with my hands. He nods and chuckles, he gets back to cooking and I shamelessly stare at his body. His back has several scars and some of it looked like they came from deep wounds. Is his life always in danger? He looks strong but what if someone tried to kill him again like last time.

My heart skips a beat as James walks into the room shirtless. Oh God, why is he shirtless? My breath becomes heavy as my eyes scan every inch of him—his tanned, sweaty skin and his perfect abs. He must’ve just finished his workout. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to control the heat pooling between them at the sight of him. As he walks right up to me and stops just in front of where I’m seated, my heart skips a beat. “Morning, Selena.” His deep, husky voice sends a direct twitch to my core, making me squeeze my thighs harder.