Vanessa Grasse Nude Novels & Stories

“Ladies and gentlemen, that was Evelessa queen of the seas, mother of six, and apparently the designer behind the most anticipated supernatural lingerie line of the year.” Applause rises across the ballroom. Cameras flash again. Aretha leans close to me and whispers, “You realize Cassain is going to buy the entire collection.” I sigh. “I know. It's why I already sold out some before the launch" Alexis grins. “And he’s going to make you model them.” Alexander raises his drink again. “To Evelessa.” “Most wanted woman alive.” I glance toward the stage where the final model walks out wearing silver silk that glitters like moonlight over the ocean.

Not this. Not a fire-engine red lace set with matching garters. Not the sheer black chemise that promised sin with just a glance. I turned to leave. And slammed straight into someone. The collision shifted my mask. I gasped, grabbing it—but she’d already seen me. Vanessa. She stood poised like a runway model, holding a piece of crimson lingerie that would have a man crawling on his knees. Her brow arched. “Well, well,” she purred. “Shopping for something to seduce Roman with? Trust me, you don’t need all that effort. He prefers his woman stark naked.”

Between the lights, the music, and the smoke of the bonfire, the atmosphere feels almost magical. But nothing, not a single thing under the starlit sky tonight compares to Vanessa. She walks in with Amara and a few other female shifters. She’s wearing a dress I haven’t seen before, one that’s the perfect shade of green to compliment her hazel eyes and dark curls. It highlights the curves of her body before terminating mid-thigh, and I have to drag my eyes away. When she sees me over the crowd, she smiles sweetly and I feel like melting.

Till all she wanted was me. The door to the bathroom opened. And Vanessa stepped into the shower naked. Vanessa was a beautiful woman with an hourglass figure: ample breasts and a round ass. Usually, the sight of her like that would have made my dick stand and crave her. Except my mind was too clouded by a particular little wolf to care about her right now. She walked up to me. Touching my dick. She rubbed her hands on them while she sucked on my skin. I tried to get in the mood for it. To finish what we had started. But my mind kept drifting to Elena.

His eyes fluttered open, and there he was Vane, his stepfather, standing at the foot of the bed, utterly naked. Elias’s heart slammed against his ribs, accelerating into a frantic rhythm that echoed in his ears. Vane’s presence filled the room. At thirty-nine, Vane Ashford was a masterpiece of masculine perfection—broad shoulders, honed from years of routines in the private gym downstairs. His chest was a sculpted expanse of muscles, with a light trail of dark hair that went downward, drawing Elias’s gaze in lower. Vane’s skin glowed faintly in the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains, a warm olive tone that outline the lines of his abs, each rib defined as if carved by an artist’s h

"I won’t repeat myself, Vanessa. I don’t care how long we’ve known each other." She laughed bitterly. "Yeah? Long enough to almost get married, remember? You keep breaking off our engagement like it’s a joke." He said nothing. Vanessa stepped back, then smirked. "Well, to help you unwind... you can see how sexy I look, right?" She pulled off her jacket slowly, letting it drop to the floor. Then her dress, revealing a black lace lingerie set that hugged her curves. Killian watched, unmoved. Vanessa reached behind her, unclasping her bra. It fell, exposing her breasts. She stepped closer, pressing her naked skin against his chest, her breath warm against his ear.

Vanessa smiled widely at me, as she answered, "Of course, honey. I'd love that. Come in." She then turned her back as I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. As she walked to the bed, she suddenly pulled her chemise over her head and casually dropped it on the floor, before crawling into bed. She swayed her hips erotically as she crawled and gave me a perfect view of her smooth pussy and puckered asshole. As she lay down and placed her head on her pillow, she looked at me with a heated gaze and slowly traced a finger around her hard nipple, as she sultrily said, "I hope you don't mind, though, I sleep in the nude."

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

EVE “thank you” I expressed to Alex as the water grew warm against my worn skin. Climbing in behind me, he gently pulled my body against his and began to slowly massage away any knots that sat on my shoulders. Closing my eyes, I grew comfortable under his touch as he kneaded at every aching muscle that coerced my body. Laying my head back against his shoulder, I fully fought the urge to fall asleep in his arms. My nose filled with scents of rose and vanilla as I felt Alex begin to lather Soap over my body, making sure not to irritate my slightly broken skin, courtesy of the

Vanessa said, "I refuse to believe it." The blonde woman looked down at her own chest. Somehow though all of this, I'd lost track of the fact Vanessa was naked except for her necklace. Vanessa's breasts were fantastic, like the rest of her. But she touched her own tit like it was a sad, popped balloon. "You have to introduce me to your guy," Vanessa said, "Whoever did these for you should be sainted."