Beauty Unmasked Page 5

  Without a thought, my hand snaps out and I pinch his side, hard. “Stop that! You aren’t pathetic or broken, or even my patient any—”

  Viktor’s mouth crushes mine, and his hot tongue dives inside. He’s assaulting my senses, and it feels amazing. Our tongues perform a sexy dance, rubbing this way and that. Weaving my hands around his neck, I pull him to me, fusing our mouths together. His large hands grab my waist, tugging me forward. My softness presses against the hard planes of his body.

  I pull his delicious lip into my mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. Viktor growls, and my core tightens at the sound. He scatters kisses along my face before burying his face in the hair gathered at my neck.

  “God, I’ve missed you.” The confession is out of my mouth before I can even think it. I feel my face warm with embarrassment, and for a moment I worry it will drive him away.

  Viktor’s answering sigh tickles my neck. He drags his tongue down the column of my neck and scrapes his teeth along my over-sensitized skin. Needy and desperate moans slip from me, my fingers tugging at his hair.

  He removes my jacket and throws it at the wall behind me. I kick off one boot then the other. His hands massage my ass as he grabs handfuls of the flesh, a mixture of pleasure and pain at his desperate touch.

  He guides me farther into the house and teases my ear. “Fucking need you, Belle.”

  This strong, beautiful man needs me. My heart flutters and my body perks up. Slipping my hands under his shirt, I explore the muscles of his back and shoulders. My short nails scrape at the flesh as his mouth devours mine.

  When my back bumps into a hard surface, I look around the kitchen. Viktor pulls off my shirt, leaving me in my black, lacy bra. His eyes take me in, and I fight the urge to squirm under his intense gaze. With a flick he unhooks my bra and pushes the straps off my shoulders.

  “Perfect beauty.” He drags his fingers down my neck and between my breasts to the button on my jeans. Goose bumps form along the path his finger has taken. His touch pulls my nipples into tight little peaks. He presses his mouth to my neck and begins to follow the same trail as his fingers as he unbuttons my jeans.

  I cradle his head in my hands and close my eyes. I try to catch my breath at his tender touch, but it only comes out in little pants. His tongue circles the sensitive bud of one breast then the other. I growl with frustration as Viktor teases my nipples.

  “Tell me what you want, Belle.” Those piercing eyes stare into mine, his mouth a whisper from my nipple.

  My hand presses on the back of his neck, but he only smirks at me without budging. “No, beautiful. I want to hear you tell me.”

  “Please, baby!” I beg, but he only flicks his tongue along the edge of my nipple. “I want your mouth on me.”

  He chuckles. “That’ll do for now, but we’ll work on it.”

  Before I can snap at him, his tongue flicks the hard point, drawing a needy moan from me. The bolt of pleasure shoots through my body straight to my clit. He bites, licks, and sucks one nipple while the rough pad of his thumb grazes back and forth over the other. Switching breasts, he repeats it all over again.

  “Such pretty tits,” he says around one nipple. “The best I’ve ever seen.”

  His mouth takes mine, and his hand cups my heat. My legs part, begging for more attention. Growing bolder, I slide my hand down and run my hand up his jean-clad, hard length.

  I smile when he groans, “Fuck, baby.”

  Viktor surprises me when he removes my hand and threads our fingers together. He gently pulls me toward the hall and into his room. Once inside, I freeze. My eyes dart to the single rose on the dresser, and memories of the last time I was in here assault my senses.

  “Belle?” Confusion is clear in his voice.

  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.”

  Viktor

  I’ve seen beautiful women in my life, but no one compares to this siren. She looks at me like I can move mountains. She pushes me and doesn’t ta
ke my shit. The only time she’s ever backed down from me was when I was more beast than human. Shame fills me as I recall the way I chased her out of my house.

  “You okay?” she asks and runs a soft finger between my eyes.

  I run my hands up her smooth thighs to her hips. “I am now.”

  Belle’s hands run across my chest, whisper soft over the tender skin of my tattoo. The air sizzles with all the unspent sexual tension. My dick presses against my jeans, begging for its turn, but I remind myself to live in the moment.

  These last few months have been hell. That is until Belle appeared at my door. She makes me feel alive. Her touch is healing all the invisible wounds I carry.

  “Mouth,” I demand. I need to taste her while her hands drive me crazy. She gives into my demand, and my fingers dig into the flesh at her hips. My hips arch on their own, pressing my dick against her center.

  She breaks our kiss, and I’m tempted to bring her back for more. But my curiosity wins over my need for more of that pretty mouth. She kisses my neck and Adam’s apple and works her way down my body. Her hands fumble with my jeans as her lips make my abs tremble under her attention.

  The zipper lowers, and the sound is like a rocket zipping through the air, and I freeze. Air catches in my throat and panic sets in. I sound like a fucking pussy, but the idea of her touching my mess of a leg destroys a part of me. She’s far too sweet, too good, and too beautiful for me.

  Her eyes meet mine. “It’s okay.” She tugs on my jeans, and I grab her wrist. “Viktor…”

  My name mixed with the pleading in her eyes forces me to release her. My arms go to my sides and tight fists form to prevent me from stopping her again. I’m as still as a fucking statue. The complete opposite of what I should be. I’m unable to look away as she removes my jeans. She’s careful not to disturb my new prosthetic, a stark contrast to my tan leg next to it.

  Belle moves to all fours, and her fantastic tits sway back and forth. Mesmerizing me with her body, I don’t realize she’s made herself comfortable between my legs. I scan her face the moment a hand lands on each leg. She rubs up and down my lower legs, moving to my knees and then thighs. When I don’t see disgust or pity, I feel some of the tension in my body release.

  “I don’t know if anyone’s told you, Mr. Prinz, but you are fucking hot, beautiful even.” Her eyes are bright, and she licks her lips the moment they land on my erection.

  I consider speaking but there is nothing to say, other than she’s delusional. If my broken body, with its one and a half legs and multiple scars from the shrapnel that tore through it, is her idea of “beautiful” and “fucking hot,” she needs to have a chat with Dr. Sarachaga.

  Her short nails scrape up my thighs, pulling my thoughts back as she teases the fuck out of me. My balls tighten, and my erection strains against the material containing it. Her hot mouth leaves open mouthed kisses up my thighs and over my covered dick.

  Belle pulls my boxer briefs down my legs and throws them aside. The cool air hits my hard-on, and I feel it grow thicker. I hiss with pleasure when her hand wraps around my length. She pumps me from base to tip that glistens with precum. I’m losing my mind, frantic and desperate for more.

  “Tell me what you want, Viktor,” she says, throwing my earlier demand back at me.

  “I want that sassy mouth to suck me off,” I reply, unashamed of telling her. Her eyes darken, and I see how much my dirty talk turns her on.

  I gasp when Belle’s lips wrap around the tip. She slides her warm mouth down until she can’t take me any farther, and I nearly swallow my tongue. Her head bobs up and down over me, her hand following each move. With every pull of her mouth and stroke of her hand, she brings me closer.

  My hands tangle in her hair, pushing it away from her face so I can enjoy the show. My hips move, careful not to hurt her, but I can’t help but push my dick in as far as she’ll take me. Those lips are stretched tight, and my toes point and curl as I bump the back of her throat.

  Her eyes meet mine as she increases the tempo, and in no time my balls are wound tight and I tingle with my upcoming release. “Baby, I’m gonna come,” I warn her and try to slip out.

  Only, the woman has gone full Hoover-mode. Her cheeks hollow, and she sucks me for all she’s worth. When she swallows around the tip, I can’t stop the roar that rips from my very soul. Streams of come pour out of me, and she swallows every drop.

  I can’t fucking breathe. My heart is pounding away like a jackhammer, but the woman doesn’t stop. She lazily licks me clean from top to bottom. When my sensitive head can’t take any more, my body twitches and she chuckles.

  “Pleased with yourself?” I tease.

  “Oh, yes I am.” She wipes her mouth, and her smile tells me the truth in her words. “Did you enjoy yourself?” she asks me between the kisses she’s leaving on my stomach.

  “Fuck yes!”

  Belle laughs, and I realize that it has become one of my favorite sounds in the world. I pull her up so I can have more of that sweet, sassy mouth. Belle straddles my hips, and my dick notices. Her sex is hot and so fucking wet.

  Our kiss starts as a sweet exploration, remiss of all the desperation of before. I run my hands down her back and cup that round ass I’ve been imagining for so long. Slipping one hand down and around, my long middle finger finds its prize.

  I tease her folds, and she pushes against my hand. I slide my finger inside her, and she whimpers into my mouth. I roll a nipple with my free hand as she rides my finger. Every time she moves, she glides over the bottom of my dick, running her clit up and down.

  “Come on my hand, baby,” I demand and feel her squeeze my digit. It doesn’t take long before her movements are jerky and her juices coat me. She buries her face and her sexy little pants tickle my chest. “I fucking love making you come.”

  She kisses my neck and pushes up off my chest, careful of my tattoo. I lick the remnants of her off my finger, and her eyes darken. Belle takes my mouth and I roll her over, never breaking our desperate kiss. I reach into my nightstand to find a condom.

  Her ankles lock around my waist, and I’m dying to be inside her. Belle breaks our kiss and nips at my neck and shoulder. A little growl escapes her, surprising me, and I chuckle.

  “Yes, baby?”

  “I want you, Viktor.”

  “You do?” I tease, and she slaps my ass. “Feisty!”

  “Either you tear open that condom you’re holding, or I do.”

  She’s as desperate as I am. That fact only turns me on even more. “The beauty can do the honor if she’d l—” The condom is pried from my hand, and I watch her tear it open with her mouth. I chuckle because she looks so fucking cute. She rolls the condom up my length, and my body stands to attention.

  I press my dick against her heat and lean my weight on my elbows, careful of my leg. Bit by bit I press into her channel. She’s so tight and warm. Beads of sweat form on my body as I force myself to go slowly. Savoring the moment I’ve dreamt of so many times.

  Her head tips back and her eyes close. “Look at me,” I tell her, needing all of her.

  Our gazes meet, and the power in our attraction hits a new high. Never in my life have I felt this connected to another human being. If I were a woman, I would describe it as magical.

  With one last push, Belle takes all of me. Her hips roll under me, a silent plea for me to move. The problem is we’ve barely moved, and I’m ready to explode. Her nails dig into me at the same time her heels push into my ass cheeks.

  “Move, ple—”

  This time my kiss is rough, and I pull my hips back. I pound into her, concern briefly tickling the outside of my conscious thought before Belle moans, “Yes!” All the encouragement I need erupts from that one powerful word.

  My hips piston back and forth, and her walls contract around me, milking my dick. There’s no way I can keep this up much longer. I hold my release at bay and take one of her pink nipples into my mouth. I bite the puckered flesh and she cries
out, falling apart under me.

  I pound into her two more times, each stroke claiming her flesh as mine, before my body stiffens. With a roar, I come. I’m consumed by the intensity of my orgasm.

  Belle’s fingers comb through my hair, and her lips take mine. This kiss is sweeter than the others. I show her with my tongue and lips how much our joining means to me. Words I can’t even express to myself.

  “Belle, my sweet Belle.” I pepper the apples of her cheeks and eyes with kisses.

  Her eyelids flutter open and our gaze locks. Emotions swirl in those dark windows to her soul, and she kisses me again softly. I run my nose along hers, breathing in her sweet scent. Neither of us speaks, enjoying the quiet company.

  After a few minutes, I begin to worry that I’m crushing her. I remove the used condom and toss it into the waste basket next to my bed. I lay on my back and pull her into my arms. I’m at peace with her there. She belongs here in my arms, only I don’t know if I should tell her that.

  In the peace, her breaths even out, and not soon after I follow her into a nap. A few hours later, I wake up wrapped around her body. Her back to my front, my arm tucked around her, and our fingers laced against her breasts.

  These last few weeks have transformed me. For one, I used to question even continuing the next steps in my therapy. I gave up any thought to my life finding a new normal. My mom is dead. My leg is gone. My career ended the moment that IED went off.

  I don’t know what to do with my life. Life with a prosthetic is much different than I expected. I know there is so much more to get through. I still can’t walk on this prosthetic for long periods. Who knows how long it will take me to reach wearing it for a full day?

  Now my leg is bothering me as I lay here with Belle in my arms. I know I should have removed the prosthetic before falling asleep. My ego and libido took over, and I never took it off. I want Belle to see me whole. That is, as whole as I’ll ever be.

  When the urge to use the bathroom surpasses my need to hold her, I carefully disentangle myself from her body. Steadier than without the prosthetic, I get up from the bed. My mind flashes back to the memory of the first time I tried to sit up in bed on my own at the hospital. It’s surreal how much harder it is to do such a basic movement after losing part of your body.