Page 15 of Beauty Unmasked
My gaze moves to his before returning to the rose. What does it mean to him? Why did he react so violently to me nearly touching it last time?
“Ah, shit. Belle? Baby, I’m sorry about last time.”
My brow lifts in challenge. “You mean the fact that you nearly ripped me in two?”
He pulls me forward and I let him. We stop before the rose, and he releases my hand. Reaching behind him, he grabs his shirt and pulls it off. It’s not the first time I’ve seen this beautiful man without a shirt, but it still takes my breath away. In three weeks he’s become stronger in so many ways. All the work is paying off as I note the extra dips created by his muscles. So much definition and—
My mind stutters when it sees a new tattoo on his chest. It wasn’t there the last time I saw him shirtless. A single red rose as it opened is forever etched over his heart. One petal lays on its side, fallen from the beautiful flower. A drop of blood slips off the rose, and another pools on the fallen petal.
It is heartbreakingly beautiful. I raise my hand toward it, stopping midair to check his reaction. Viktor gives me the smallest of nods, and my fingers touch the artwork. He hisses at the touch, and my eyes fly to his.
“Does it still hurt?”
“There’s still a sting. You’re fine though.”
I step closer to him and kiss the petal. My lips move along the raised skin, kissing the beautiful rose that seems to mean so much to him.
His hands grasp the sides of my face, and his fingers thread into my hair. Viktor’s face dips, and his lips capture mine. This kiss is tender and sweet with no hurry.
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pull myself against him. Under my fingers I feel his muscles ripple as I explore this man I haven’t been able to forget.
Viktor lays me down on his bed, and for a moment I worry about his leg. I search the expression on his face and see his desire for me, no signs of discomfort or pain. I push my thoughts aside and scoot up the center of his bed.
He moves like a predator as he follows me. The therapist in me can’t stop from worrying as he kneels between my legs. He distracts me from my thoughts as he scatters kisses along my stomach. He tugs off my jeans, throws them aside, and kisses his way up my thighs.
My clit throbs when he kisses my mound. “You’re driving me crazy, honey.” I whimper, needing his mouth on my center.
Viktor only smirks before he widens my legs and glides his fingers over the thin material covering me. Before I know it, he’s ripped my thong clear off my body.
A primal growl escapes him. “So fucking wet…So fucking pretty…” A thick finger glides through my sensitive folds and my back arches. I need more of his touch. “My beautiful Belle,” he rasps before his mouth is on me.
Fantastic. Amazing. Beautiful.
His hands squeeze my ass cheeks as he raises me to him. My core tightens as the pressure builds within me. Each flick of his tongue on my clit shoots thousands of bolts of pleasure through my body. Viktor is everywhere. One hand cups my breast, plucking and pulling on my nipple. Two magical fingers slip inside of me, and his mouth suckles my clit.
He’s assaulting my senses. My heart is beating against my ribs with each touch, lick, and pull. In no time, I feel my body coil tightly before I shatter into a million pieces. I cry out his name, and my fingers pull at his hair, needing something to stop me from floating away from this earth.
Viktor moans against me, and the vibration against my bundle of nerves makes my body twitch. He gently licks me until my tremors subside. He takes his time exploring my body, kissing every inch of me that’s exposed for his viewing pleasure.
No man has ever worshipped my body like Viktor Prinz. I relax into his touch and sigh, savoring the attention he’s showering me with. Finally when he kisses me, I taste myself on his lips, a heady combination mixed with the taste of Viktor’s sweet mouth.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he says with a press of his hardness on my hip.
His words make me feel powerful. I nip his lip and smile. “My turn, big guy.”
