Thomas Brodie Sangster Nude นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The quiet thunk of a belt hitting tile. Noah cracked one eye open and turned his head slightly. Sterling was undressing by the edge of the tub, slow, casual, like he knew damn well he was being watched. He peeled off his shirt and let it drop, followed by his pants, revealing lean lines and golden skin, those pale scars decorating his knee like his own medals. He met Noah’s gaze as he stepped out of his briefs, eyes steady, unashamed. Noah’s throat went dry. "Show-off," he muttered.

"You, it's actually you!" Noah was extremely shocked, "Brodie! What were you going to do?" Brodie walked to his side and took out a surgical knife from the tray. The short surgical knife glimmered in the light as it spun back and forth. "Do you know why I brought you here?" "I don't know, what did you want to do?" Brodie smiled as he pressed the surgical knife against the man's carotid artery, "If I gently cut open this blood vessel, in about two minutes, you would be meeting Satan."

“You're up to your pretty neck in this mess, Lanie girl.” Alanis was ready and waiting for Brody's knock, but utterly unprepared for the sight of him as she opened the door. He was naked, almost, a brief pair of midnight-blue swimming trunks his only clothing, leaving his powerfully muscled torso, wide, broad shoulders and strong arms and legs bare except for the light covering of dark body hair that curled more thickly on his chest, the tight little spirals drawing her eyes in helpless fascination. He was devastatingly, trustingly, unashamedly male, and for a moment, the impulse to slam the door shut and run for cover was extremely overwhelming, before she pulled herself together, dragging

Remember what I said,' Sage told me as she receded to the back of my mind. "I thought you said you'd be late?" I turned around and saw Thomas standing at the edge of the pond. Thomas was only wearing a pair of denim shorts, and I couldn't help it; my eyes roamed his body, taking him all in, remembering every curve of his profound body. Thomas cleared his throat. "I had another slave cover for me," I told him. He arched his brow, "Is that allowed?" I shrugged, "It is if you wanted to see me," Thomas shook his head and took off his shorts again, leaving him in only his grey boxers that strained against his muscled thighs.

Thomas gave a lazy salute, both arms on full display—ink from wrist to shoulder, bold lines and dark florals that looked like they might move if he did. “And that’s Brody,” Teddy continued, nodding toward the redhead beside him. Brody was all freckles and charm, a mess of curls and a crooked grin that said he knew exactly how adorable he was. “I’m on bass. I provide the heart and the hips.” Just then, the door behind me swung open again. Ophelia stepped out, phone still in hand, frowning down at her screen. “Ugh,” she muttered. “He’s the devil in a Patagonia vest. I swear—oh.” Her gaze lifted, locking on Teddy first, then trailing to Thomas and Brody behind him. “Whoa.”

“Let’s go?” He turned around and looked at Una up and down, shocked at how different she looked from her usual vintage dress and cardigan ensemble. He crossed the room so he was standing right in front of her, eyes never leaving her as he took in her look. The image of Una’s naked body in the bathroom suddenly flashed in his mind. Immediately, he shut his eyes close and took a deep a breath. “Are you okay, Mr. Thomas?” When Glen’s STD scare was slowly losing its effect, he focused his mind to tear away from the image of Una’s body a little bit more. After a couple of seconds, he opened his eyes and took another deep breath.

There was an expression on his face that said, ‘You’re gonna be so sorry…’ Brody unhooked his trousers and let it fall around his ankles. His eyes followed my dress down to my ankles. He gasped as I slid my panties off. I was about to fling it to the side when he reached for it. He collected it and to my utmost surprise, he put it over his nose and sniffed. He drew in a deep breath and muttered, “fuck…” I stared at their naked bodies. God! My mates were sexy as fuck. My chest was hammering with arousal. I wanted them already but they seemed to be communicating something within themselves through a mind link. Somehow, I felt I was in deep soup. The look in their eyes was fiery, the heat consu

she mused, “I saw the craziest thing on the internet today.” Thomas froze for half a second. She didn’t miss it. But just as quickly as the hesitation came, he masked it. He turned, sipping his whiskey slowly. “Oh? And what would that be?” Margaret smirked. “Some scandalous photos. Two naked people, tangled in sheets. Their faces were covered, but the headline was very interesting.” Thomas remained silent. Margaret stepped closer, her voice laced with mock curiosity. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you, darling?”

Hopefully a few minutes of airing out the room and sitting out here will be enough to calm my body and get rid of the evidence of Arthur’s effect on me. A few minutes later I hear the click of the door opening then being softly closed and locked, then Thomas appears at the balcony doors with his jacket draped over his arm. His sleeves are turned up to just below his elbows and his top few buttons undone, revealing the taut toned skin of his chest and the curved tips of the tattoo I’ve seen in training. Goddess damn it. “Thomas, you didn’t need to do that. I ate earlier.” I cross my legs tightly hoping it’ll somehow hide my scent, and look at the brown paper bag he placed on the bistro table

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*