(Arata)
srised and completely enthralled, I watched his safe space. This was where he let loose, beca whoever he wished without the fear of being judged by the people he knew.
Opening the cupboard he extracted all the masks inside and put them on one by one, taking my opinion, by parading in front of like a fashion model.
The skin-tight black attire, paired with the masks, made him appear like so demigod. His toned legs moved with rhythm, which made inhale deeply and made it impossible not to gawk at him like a lunatic.
"You look perfect in everything, no wonder girls drool over you."
He tilted his head under the trickster mask, which had a sinister smile etched on it, and I knew he was wearing a similar one underneath.
"The only girl I want to drool over , is you."
His voice had enhanced and changed, deepened even further.
Taking it off he brought the mask closer and showed the chanism, a small disk-like voice-changing device.
"So that’s how you fooled ?" I chuckled and he leaned down to kiss the top of my head.
"At least you opened up and we made so unforgettable mories."
I had to agree with him, I could never forget the precious monts we had shared and the mories we had created.
I chose a half skull mask, which covered his nose and lower part of the face, leaving his gorgeous eyes open.
"That one is perfect," I complinted and he put it on.
Walking with a swagger, he turned to face . The light bathed half of him in its glow while the other half remained concealed in the shadows.
"Watch, Arata," his command ca in a heavy but dragged voice that hit directly into my gut. I clutched my face into my hands and watched like a starved fan girl.
His shoes went first, until he stood barefoot, his dark peppers taking in all of my reactions.
His tight shirt followed pursuit, reaching back with his right hand, he hiked it up and smoothly removed it, tossing it aside.
His toned-to-perfection body with all the rivulets, valleys and muscles ca into sight. He was so fucking handso that my insides ached at the sight of his naked torso, faintly glowing under the overhead blue lights.
"Eyes on , gorgeous," he demanded and I refused to even blink or I would miss.
His sleek hands had the veins that popped out, making a network in which his blood ran like molten sapphire, down his body in excruciatingly slow movents.
From his thick neck coiled with Fujic Serpent to his perky nipples that scread to be kissed and pecked.
They snaked down to his ripped abdon. My breath choked with every slither of his long fingers and my body itched with a need to touch him.
His hand finally reached the waistband of his black jeans, and keeping his sultry gaze locked on he slowly opened the button, followed by his zipper.
~Zzzzzz~
The sound made grip my face so tight that it ached. Pushing myself to the edge of the sofa, I hardly restrained myself.
His pants followed the sa fate as his shirt had done, making take in his lean thighs, with perfectly sculpted muscles.
Karsten was left standing in front of in only his boxer shorts.
Without any hesitation and his eyes locked on , Karsten pulled them down, letting his hardened length spring free and angle up.
A squeak left as my hands clasped my mouth. A throaty chuckle Karsten gave due to my reaction.
He stood in front of , drenched in azure glow, all in his naked glory, all mine.
Only a mask covered his face.
Like an ancient deity, wanting nothing, demanding to be worshipped.
His body was now sprinkled with new tattoos and I wanted to explore all of them.
My mouth watered and he finally ushered forward with the subtle wave of his fingers. "Co."
I almost sprang from the sofa and rushed towards him, my eyes unable to shift from his sculpted body, every muscle built to perfection.
My legs shook, but I made it to him. My fingers reached out to touch his chest, where a new tattoo of moon and sun, balancing each other with a few stars sprinkled around, had been embedded in his bronzed skin.
"To represent the balance I am to bring as Mafia Lord," he explained, letting explore his gorgeous body.
The heat of him, the scent of him, everything about him srised .
The wound of the bullet had left a mark and my fingers tentatively brushed against it. The thought saddened but then I was reminded of what Mom had said.
Warriors carry scars, and like , he was a warrior too.
"We both have scars now," I calmly said and his fingers found my chin, his thumb brushed my lower lips in slow movents.
"The Alien and his Phoenix."
I smiled at his words and my eyes continued scanning his body.
A gun and sword embroiled with a blue rose in front decorated his left thigh.
"It ans I will protect you and everyone I love at every cost."
I broadly smiled at his explanation. Slowly I held his shoulders and turned him away so I could see his back.
The tattoo of the phoenix I had seen in the video ca into view, covering the whole of his back.
Magnificent and striking, it almost appeared real as if the legendary bird was ready to fly.
"That’s only for you and the one on my hand too," his low but deep voice ca. My fingertips traced the tattoo, igniting this hunger in .
He turned back to face and his hands found my face again.
I grabbed the one with the Phoenix tattoo and the ring with the Fujic Serpent’s emblem. Placing a warm kiss on it, I upped my gaze and boldly said.
"I want you to hold my neck and make kneel so I can properly appreciate your beautiful body and everything you have done for ."
I couldn’t see his smile but the way his eyes darkened and sides crinkled, I knew he was smiling underneath.
My hand reached out and grabbed his straining girth and it twitched in my hands, letting know how hungered he was for .
"Oh! Phoenix, you have no idea what you are wishing for."
His hand crept at the base of my neck, the pressure of every finger tip I felt as he squeezed and made slowly kneel. His leaking tip was right in front of my face.
"Try !" I boldly answered before taking his tip into my mouth and watching his whole being shudder under my tiny touch.
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