He nods, causing me to smile bigger as I rest my forehead against his.
Chapter twenty-two
Via
"You have so many. They're all so beautiful." I say, looking him over. The man is truly a work of art, tattoos or no tattoos. He is perfect, and the art he wears so well only adds to his beauty.
"Why did you get this one?" I ask as I run my hands up his body, stopping over a tattoo of a wolf on his bicep.
Ander has so many tattoos spread throughout his body. I find them all intriguing and want to know their meanings.
"That's my way of saying I'm a lone wolf. It represents the strength and courage it has taken me to navigate life alone." His voice is low as he flashes a soft look and holds my eye contact intently as if trying to read my expression.
"That's beautiful, Ander. What about this one? Why flames around your wrist? What does that represent?" I raise a quizzical eyebrow at him.
"That one symbolizes a drunk ass night where I drank one too many." Ander chuckles.
Laughing along with him, my hands trace circles on his chest, admiring the many tattoos there. One particular one grabs my attention, causing my breath to hitch and my heart to collapse in my chest.
Ander's eyes follow mine down to the tattoo that grabbed my attention.
A single rose, all on its own, placed right over his heart.
My eyes shoot up to meet his. Ander simply nods, and his grin of pride tells me all I need to know.
"It's for you. It represents the mark you've left on my heart."
"Oh, Ander—"
"You always have been and always will be a part of me,my Rosie."
"I want you, Ander, more than —" he kisses me before I finish. This time, the kiss is more intense, and his tongue quickly rushes into my mouth, teasing my own. He pulls away and leans to the side of my neck. His hand lifts my chin, facing me slightly away from him, granting him more access to my neck.
"V, I told you not to tempt—"
"There's only one issue with your request." I counter.
He raises an eyebrow, "Oh yeah? What might that be?"
"You can't necessarily earn back something you've never truly lost. My heart and love have always been yours. Yours alone."
"Fuckkkk," Ander raps out as he grinds his length against me.
"Please, Ander."
"I know letting go of control is hard for you, but I need you to trust me. Let go, let me have you. Let yourself enjoy every inch of me. I can't promise to be gentle because I've wanted this with you for way too long, but I can promise to worship you every step of the way. Let me take control and, for once, enjoy the feeling of being out of control." The last part of his sentence comes out as more of a hiss as his hand slides beneath the elastic of my shorts, below the fabric of my silk, basic, and unattractive panties. Hisrough fingers find my sensitive bud instantly as if my body is a road map he has memorized. He gives it a quick yet strong flick.
The things that happen within me when he says these words are inexplainable. The muscles between my legs tighten on impulse, and my body quivers below him. This is no longer just a want. My body needs him as desperately as my lungs need oxygen to survive.
Completely wrapped up in him and this moment and wanting more of whatever he has in store, I nod as my eyes pin shut, and I hiss out, "Please,"
"Mmm," he growls.
I open my eyes as I softly bite down on my bottom lip out of pleasure. He takes his hand out of my shorts and pulls me forward. As I sit up, our foreheads are touching. He leans down and kisses me deeply. Taking every breath out of me. I'm panting, desperately wanting and needing more. Temptation is consuming me, and I want to speed this up, but I remind myself to let go of control andlet him.
So I do.
His hands run down my arms as he pulls away, breaking our kiss. I instantly want his tongue back in my mouth. He puts my arms straight in the air and swiftly pulls my shirt over my head. In one smooth motion, he leans over me and unclamps my bra, pulling that off as well. There I am, bare-chested, exposed to him. He eases me back down against the sofa as he dips his head down, taking in my nipples one at a time. First, flicking his tongue, stimulating them- as if they weren't hard enough to cut through glass as it is. Then, he sucks on each— hard. His teeth graze over each of them, nibbling down on them softly.
