Chris Salvatore Nudes Novels & Stories

The chains were connected securely to the walls on either side of her. There she was, nude, hanging in restraint. Mr Salvatore walked out in front of where she dangled, also nude, and Debby could for the first time see what he really looked like, in his true form. His naked body was flawless, perfect pecs and a flat, toned stomach. For an older guy he sure kept himself in good shape. His huge cock and balls hung low, above which was a very neatly-maintained rectangle of hair. “What are you going to do?” Debby asked, anxiously.

I turn off the stove and make my way out of the cabin. My mouth falls open in shock when I take in the surroundings. There is nothing but the large green forest all around. There’s a car trail, and just one car in the driveway. There’s a lake a few feet away, with birds taking sips. I hear a grunt and turn around. Salvatore. He is shirtless and chopping wood. My eyes widen as I stare at his glistening body, the way the sweat streams down his gorgeous body. The way his body seems carved by a God. His arms are huge, holding the axe with firmness.

Chaotic memories crashed wildly through my mind. In a dimly lit room, Chris tore my nightgown apart, exposing my naked body. He clapped his hands. From the darkness emerged several unkempt men, their eyes gleaming as they ogled me eagerly.

Oh God, I thought covering his body up with the blanket as Eric and Tina re-approaches. “Leave both of you” For a minute they were confused as to why I asked them to leave but when they realise I was about to strip Chris, they nodded and reluctantly leave. I sighed and started getting him off the clothes, he might have a great fashion sense on the outside, but he is terrible with underwear, I thought after seeing the mismatched bra and panties he had on, well…I can’t blame him can I, he’s new to being a woman, my face flushed with colour at the thought of Chris seeing my nudity, I’ve seen his too, in this situation, it’s inevitable. I wiped his body with cold wet towel but every touch had hi

Salvatore spoke and I pouted. I was just beginning to have fun with him and now we were already on the run once more. "Why?" I questioned him. I closely watched as Salvatore was only dressed in a joggers with no shirt on revealing his mouthwatering muscles along with his tattoos. I bit my bottom lip just fantasizing what I would do to him. Salvatore smiled for the first time since meeting him, "Once we're out of this mess I will give you everything your body ask and more Isabella." I blushed pulling the sheet above my chest.

“So, are you actually nervous or just trying to act all cool?” Salvatore leaned back against the plush leather seat, arms crossed tightly over his chest as if to shield himself from the world outside. “Why would I be nervous? It’s just a party.” Ethan couldn’t help but smirk, the corners of his mouth curling into a teasing grin. “Yeah, a party full of people we barely know, blaring music, overflowing with free drinks, and probably a dozen girls sporting heels that look like weapons.” Salvatore turned his head to glance out the window, a hint of a smile playing at his lips despite his best efforts to remain nonchalant. “I’m not nervous. I just… don’t really know what to expect.”

he says with amusement. Savannah giggles, her cheeks still flushed, and buries her head in my chest. My arms tighten around her, and I glare at Chris, who winks at me. I want to kill him. Chris chuckles. “If looks could kill, I'd be dead right now,” he quips, making himself comfortable on the stairs. I clear my throat, trying to regain composure. “What are you doing here, Chris?” I gulp as Savannah presses herself against me, her soft body driving me crazy. “And I'm glad you know; you would've been dead by now.”

“I always make good of my promises.” “You don’t have to—” He pulled down my pants, leaving me in only my underwear. Before I could pull it back up…Salvatore dropped to his knees, his hand going to the band of my boxer shorts. With a lazy drawl in his voice, he pulled down my underwear. “Let me make you feel good.”

And, like always, he’s shirtless again. Salvador, and like always, a cigarette in his lips. He is easily in the realm of 6’1, onyx of gold for eyes…he is shirtless again. That black serpent of a tattoo is across his back again. Such bulging arms—they look like they could crush walls. Then his chest, it looks as hard as a black rock. For what reason do the abs on his stomach look so strict. They look like they ache, painfully tight and fortunately, they lead into a v-line that would mean his—

His fingers began to scratch and caress his chin solemnly while his neck was bent a little. I noticed Salvatore's jaw tightened. Three minutes of standing up and I can't bear to lose more time to entertain a man who won't say a single word to me. “You're interrupting my scope of work. It's best to leave if you have nothing to tell me.” I affirmed with a low yet baritone voice. Salvatore spoke. “So this is your nature of work now? Letting other men feast on your body as you walk around? They can see what's beneath your dress in just a single crouch.” He sarcastically affirmed, mocking my sense of work.