Chris Salvatore Nudes Novels & Stories

I had always longed for a moment just like this, but the reality was more than I anticipated. "Feeling a bit exposed, slave?" Chris leered. "Look at our slut, fellas! Are you ready for some fucking?" A few men started to unzip, but then stopped, looking at Chris, who was staring at me. I AM TIT WHIPPED "Not yet!" Chris said, as his eyes raped my naked body.

She grinned and hummed him when she sat down beside her, instantly catching sight of the photo frames on the vanity. “What is this?” He picked one up, looking back at the picture of Salvatore and Nicole standing on a bridge in Venice with their hair whipping in the air and strange masks covering their faces, the laughter visible in their eyes. Glancing at the second one, he found it to be of Salvatore standing with his side to the camera, arms wrapped around Nicole’s waist and smiling down at her, adoration sparkling in his vibrant blue eyes. “Whoa,” “What?” “This looks nothing like Salvatore,” Marco scoffed and turned the frame towards her. “Who is this guy?”

(inserted laugh emojis) @waltermendoza: Yeah. Haha! Try again, Pau! @chrissalvatore: Dude, get me an imported chick when you get home, alright? I laughed a little bit hard at Chris’s joke to Walter. As usual, he could crack up any conversation with his crazy head! @waltermendoza: Lmao @chrissalvatore! Miss you, babe! @chrissalvatore: Awwe! Miss you, too, Walter babe!

But, that was not what made my breath catch in my throat, no, it wasn't what paralyzed my tongue. It was the scenario before me. Salvador sat cross-legged on a garden egg chair, swinging slowly with a cigar hanging from his lips. On the soft grass were three men and four women, all naked, giggling and moaning simultaneously. Salvador sat there watching. I seem to have been struck by lightning as I watched a woman crawl towards the fully clothed Salvador trailing her hand on his body. A feeling arose from the pit of my stomach at the sight until Salvador tossed her into the pile of moving flesh on the grass. She moved naturally with the others clinging to another man and getting the attention

Ashford "A little crush or not, it's still something. I was beginning to think you were going to spend the rest of your life sleeping about. Hell, half the team probably thinks so." Salvatore admits. I shoot a small glare at him. "Excuse you all, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with a man avidly enjoying sex as much as he can." He snorts. "Enjoy it as much as you do and one begins to feel you need a little more than that."

For a moment, the silence pressed on my chest, and I looked around for a way out of this place. Then I heard him. Alpha Dominic Salvatore, standing by the window, his back to me. The moonlight caught the edges of his frame, broad shoulders, tense posture, veins flexing down his arms. “You should have knelt,” he said, voice sharp as the blade at his hip. “Even the idea of you speaking back the way you did should have gotten you killed.” “Then why didn’t it?” I asked, testing him. “I wouldn’t have minded. I would have been free of all this.”

- Alistair concluded, looking at everyone. Damon was about to say he wanted to volunteer, but Salvadore, his worst enemy, beat him. He was standing on the dais now, and his buddies Marco and Chris, along with his younger brother Johann, were hanging around beside him. Salvadore was tall, blond, black-eyed, with medium length hair, well-built and extremely handsome. His brother differed only in that his shoulder-length hair was black and eyes were dark blue. Marco was a short-cut dark haired man with hazel eyes, but his muscles did not differ much from the rest, he was only slightly shorter. Chris, on the other hand, had heavily gelled, upturned hair, a color so gray shade of blonde that it s

My heart pounds so hard as I look at everyone. “I don’t know how she convinced you to marry her. But believe me, this woman isn’t who she thinks she is.” He points at me, and I stand there, my eyes roaming all over his face. “She’s just a whore and will come to you—” Salvatore doesn’t let him finish his sentence and grabs him by his throat. “Beta Salvatore!” “Tore No!” Chris’s sister and I shout, my heart pounding hard. Tore leans in, his face close to Chris. “Are you trying to disrespect my wife right now?”

I wouldn’t look like i was wearing a circus tent, but I also wouldn’t look like a stuffed sausage. “It will look beautiful on you.” The deep masculine voice sent a shiver of need down my spine. I held the massive bath sheet in place and turned toward Salvatore. He leanednL negligently against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and ankles crossed as well. His hair was windblown and unruly, his pristine white shirt was wrinkled, the top few buttons undone and the arms were rolled up and pushed to his elbows which exposed his deeply tanned and strong forearms. His slacks were equally disheveled, the harsh straight creases now flattened while other wrinkles took up residence along his legs

The man whose face graced magazine covers and whose donations funded museums and universities and causes that made headlines. What the hell did Dante Salvatore want with her? She opened the door a crack, the chain still engaged. "It's ten o'clock at night." "I apologize for the late hour. Mr. Salvatore works unusual schedules." Marcus Chen's expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes. "He saw the news report about the incident at your center today. He'd like to help." "Tell Mr. Salvatore I appreciate the thought, but we're not a charity case for billionaires looking for photo opportunities."