Page 53 of The Tattoo Artist

“Do you know how beautiful you are, Angel?”

His whisper sends a jolt of desire straight to my core, and as his lips brush against the curve of my breasts, I can feel the flames of passion igniting deep within me.

He leaves soft kisses between my breasts and looks up at me for approval. I nod my head and his hands travel behind my back, unclipping my strap as he loosens my bra. When his teeth capture my nipple, a low moan escapes my lips, my back arching instinctively towards him. The sensation of his mouth on me is intoxicating, sending sparks of pleasure dancing along my skin.

I gasp as he lifts his head, his fingers gently pinching my nipple, eliciting a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. I dig my hand into his shoulders, my nails grazing his skin as he returns to claim my lips once more.

“We should stop.” I whisper.

“We should stop.”

“I’m a virgin.”

He looks into my eyes for a moment, a smirk forming across his mouth. “Then I guess we better stop,” he agrees. “Because you deserve more than doing it on a couch.”

“I do, do I?”

“Yes, you do butterfly, way more.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ALEXANDRA JONES

CLARK WHISPERED, HIS VOICE TINGED WITH SADNESS, “so he isn’t gay?” I shook my head, knowing that Ares was definitely not gay.

“Definitely not gay, Clark.” Clark let out a disappointed sigh and slumps onto my bed while I absentmindedly flip through a magazine.

He turns his head to look at me, his disappointment evident.

“Because he’s the complicated man I was telling you about,” I finally confess.

His eyes widened in shock, and he quickly sat up, exclaiming, “no fucking way.”

“Yes way,” I admit, feeling guilty for keeping this secret from him to spare his feelings. “I didn’t want to ruin your mood.”

“Alexandra Jones, please tell me exactly what happened when you asked him if he was gay.” he pleaded eagerly, his curiosity getting the better of him.

I hesitate, unsure if I should share the intimate details with him, but he was insistent. “I-ahhh-I don’t think you want to know,” I stammer, trying to evade the question.

He looks determined, his mouth hanging open.

“I so do!” He declares, wanting to hear every detail.

“Well, he sort of…we kissed and nearly done it before I stopped it.” He groans, slamming my head with the magazine he once had. “Ow!”

“Are you stupid! You had a handsome, six foot five, muscular man ready to go down on you and you stopped him!” He slaps me again with the rolled-up magazine, I let out a long laugh and push him right off me.

“Ow! Okay, okay, I get it!” I say, rubbing my head with a playful grimace. “But you don’t understand, it’s not that simple.”

He narrows his eyes, clearly not convinced. “Not that simple? What’s not simple about it? He’s practically a Greek god and you stopped him? Are you insane?”

I sigh, trying to find the right words to explain. “It’s just... complicated. And besides, I didn’t want our first time to be in the tattoo parlour like some cheesy romance novel.”

He rolls his eyes, clearly unconvinced. “Yeah, because waiting for the perfect moment always works out in real life, doesn’t it?”

I shoot him a pointed look. “Where did you lose your virginity?”

“In the back seat of a car.” He replies instantly. “Her name was Katerina Mackenzie, and she was what made me gay.”

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