Chris Salvatore Nudes Novels & Stories

- 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."

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.