Chris Salvatore Nudes Novels & Stories

His hazel-colored irises were all over my body. "Why am I the only one naked here? This is not fair," I pouted. He started to undress himself, his predatory eyes brimming with such intense desire I thought I would combust. His torn shirt was the first piece to go. Defined chest, ripped abs and strong arms were on display. A colorful phoenix tattoo adorned his left forearm. Pants, shoes and socks came next. When he was just wearing black boxer shorts, I couldn't stand still any longer. Chris was a delicious masterpiece and I would die if I hadn't touched him.

Chris leaned against the counter, watching me with a lazy smile, his expression relaxed and content. “You look good like this,” he mused, his voice still laced with sleep. I rolled my eyes playfully but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at my lips. “Like what? Making breakfast?” He shrugged. “Just… comfortable. It’s nice. But something is missing” I stopped in my tracks and stared at him wondering what was missing. He approached me and removed all my clothes. I was completely nude. “Chris? What do you think you’re doing?”

If a mere video already summoned that kind of horror, what would real life Salvatore do? Salvatore was tall and muscled, and every inch of his torso and arms was covered in tattoos. Flames and knives and screaming faces, and more images and words I couldn’t make out. The flames traveled down his arms to his wrists. They also snaked into his fighting shorts, ending on his muscled thighs. His expression was focused but completely emotionless. My fear turned into pure terror when the fight began. Salvatore was a fighting machine. Every

“I can take indecent photos of you. I’ll show the photos to the world if you piss me off.” Without breaking eye contact with Paige, Chris started to take off his clothes. Paige was at a loss. “What are you doing?” “Didn’t you want to take photos? I’m just making your work easier.” Chris looked at Paige with a fake smile. Paige had no words. The man had no shame. Chris quickly removed his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. Although Paige had been intimate with Chris many times, she was still too shy to look at him. Now that she did, she was surprised to see how fit he was. His pecs were well-defined, and he had an athletic build. His physique was like a work of art.

She was still coming down from her high so she just nodded as her core throbbed in anticipation. Chris helped Rita out of her jeans and top, leaving her completely naked. The sudden exposure made a tint of pink creek up her cheeks as she tried to hide her intimate parts. “Don’t hide your body from me,” Chris hissed as his eyes darkened with lust. “Relax, no one can see us here.” To make Rita more comfortable, Chris took off his clothes and stood outside the car in all his naked glory. He grabbed onto Rita’s legs, yanking her forward, he spread them apart and buried his face into her pink folds.

But a voice stopped me. “You’re looking so chic, Iris. Something some people would not be able to combine in a million years to come.” The voice was smooth. It was so smooth that I felt it deep in my spine. Salvatore stood near the window, half-turned. Black linen. opened collar, button undone just to expose skin, and ink. A tattoo traced along his chest, disappearing beneath his shirt like a promise unfinished. The suggestion of it is more distracting than the full views ever are. His forearms were bare, veins pronounced, not from effort, but from presence.

Chris said and I opened my eyes immediately. Wait, that is it? Is this a joke? I know about that, I showed it to him. What is he talking about? Mateo and Veronica looked confused as well as me. "And my upper body was naked but very well detailed," he completed and my eyes widened immediately. "Oh, my God!" I shrieked out immediately. "You saw that?!" I could not contain the shock I felt in me. "Yeah, babe" Chris replied with a stupid grin on his face. My hands went up to cover my face instantly.

Chris slid off, stripping naked with deliberate slowness, revealing his lean, bruised body, still beautiful, cock already hardening for Vincent. He undressed Vincent next, unbuttoning his shirt, sliding off his slacks, freeing his thick, veined shaft. The Volkovs watched, chained and helpless, as Chris straddled Vincent in reverse, facing them, his erection proud and unyielding, a stark contrast to his limp defiance under Dmitri’s assault. “They need to see what real connection looks like,” Chris said, loud enough for the captives to hear, his hands caressing Vincent’s chest. He sank onto Vincent’s cock, slow and sensual, gasping as the thickness stretched him, no rush, just intimacy. Vincen

Salvatore stripped off his own leather tunic and heavy trousers, tossing them carelessly onto the marble floor. His towering, muscle-bound body stood completely bare before me in the amber lamplight, his broad chest rising and falling in heavy, ragged breaths, his battle scars gold under the light. Salvatore stepped over the edge into the sunken stone tub, the hot, steaming water rising to his chest as he settled onto the wide stone seat inside. He turned back to me, extending one massive, warm hand across the water's surface, his eyes locking onto mine with absolute devotion.

Stepping away from her dress she starts unbuttoning Chris' shirt. "Sally," Chris says, caressing her cheek with his hand. "You are beautiful. You're like a sex goddess; every guy's fantasy come true. My first impulse is to throw you on the bed and jump on top of you," Chris says, massaging her shoulders and neck. "But trust me. You've waited this long, waiting until after a bath isn't going to hurt you. In fact, I guarantee you'll have a more prolonged, more intense orgasm if we do it my way. Okay?" He slips his shirt off and lets her undo his jeans while he runs his hands along her bare shoulders.