The Tattoo Artist (La Petite Mort #1)

37. Chapter 37

thirty-seven

Quinn

" I want to recreate that one," I whispered in a sultry voice, looking between him and the painting. My heart was fluttering like a butterfly trapped in a cocoon. I wanted to recreate that one. I wanted to know what it felt like to have him, to feel him inside me, to have his hands touch every single inch of me, and to feel his lips on me.

Alexander studied me almost as if he was surprised I said that. Well, that makes two of us. I ran my fingers down his hard stomach, moving them lower till I reached his evident bulge. My hand cupped his cock. His breath hitched, and he swallowed hard, causing his Adam's apple to bob.

"Quinn, you're making this hard, Princess," he groaned as he looked up at the ceiling. I got on my tippy-toes and kissed his jaw—I ran my tongue over his Adam's apple. He looked back at me and leaned down to kiss my lips gently.

"You smell like heaven, but damn, Princess, I know you taste like sin."

Jesus fuck.

I opened my eyes to look directly into his. The look in his eyes told me he was about to give me what I so desperately wanted. I wanted to get fucked by Alexander motherfucking Hades. His hands reached under my ass as he lifted me, and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist.

It didn't take Alexander long to have me on the bed in just my bra and panties. He was shirtless, and his skin was covered in ink. Closing my eyes, I leaned back into the bed as he slipped my panties to the side, kissing gently at first.A soft sigh escaped my lips, only to immediately be followed by a sharp inhale as his tongue plunged inside me. My hips shot off the bed when I felt his thumb circle my clit. The pressure was light, almost teasing, compared to the deep thrust of his tongue.

He groaned, pressing me down into the mattress. Alexander lifted my thigh until one knee rested on my shoulder as my other thigh was bent. I sucked in a breath, my teeth clamping down on my bottom lip. My hands made their way into his hair as I tugged it harder.

I opened my eyes, wanting to watch Alexander Hades eat my pussy with so much gusto. "Quinn," he whispered against my wet lips. He tugged my clit between his teeth, and I braced myself for the butterflies. It wasn't too long before I felt Alexander tease my folds with a finger, dragging it down till he reached my opening.

"Please, Alex. Please," I begged. I wanted to feel his fingers inside me. I sucked in a breath when I felt him slide his finger into me. It stung a little, but the gush of wetness that had leaked out of me made it easier for him to move in and out before he pushed a second finger into me, stretching me even more.

"More," I panted, feeling his tongue lick my folds. Alexander continued to play with me until he had me begging for more. I needed him inside me. He curled his two fingers, pressing a specific spot inside me that felt intensely delicious. He sucked on my clit while his two fingers thrust into me, ensuring he hit that spot inside me, and that's all it took for me to cum with a scream of his name.

He lifted himself, and the preview I got of his face covered in my juices had me whimpering. Alexander made his way up my body, his head bent to suck a nipple into his mouth, releasing it with a pop. His face was now in front of me, and I took my opportunity to lick some of my juice off his face as I tasted myself.

I slid my hand inside his boxers as my hand grabbed onto his steel rock-hard cock. I could feel it throbbing, and I traced the vein. Alexander reached over to the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. He stood, condom in hand, as I watched him remove his boxers. My eyes watched his cock spring free. He gave his cock a few tugs as I watched his arms flex with the tug of his cock.

It was long.

And oh so fucking thick.

Alex kneeled in front of me as I watched him roll it on before positioning himself in front of my entrance. He teased my lips by running the head of his dick through my folds. He slapped my clit with the head of his cock. I whimpered and closed my eyes, but only for a second.

I'd spent years trying to decipher who was behind the mask, who Deimos was, and what he looked like underneath that mask. There was no way in hell I would miss watching him slide into me, so I kept my gaze locked on his as he brought us together.

I moaned, stretching around his length.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good." His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. My nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders while my back bowed as I tried to acclimate to his size. My body clenched his cock like a vise as he flexed his cock inside me. My eyes closed; the overwhelming pleasure was too much to handle.

"Mmmm," I moaned.

"Let me look at you, Princess," he demanded.

His gaze met mine the second I opened my eyes, and everything inside me changed. It was as if I had spent the last two years in hibernation only to be stirred in this moment.

Hungry.

Desperate.

Alive.

Never had I been more alive than I was when he was inside me. He slides back. His eyes were trained entirely on mine as he practically slipped out from inside my body only to thrust back inside, deeper, harder, all the way to the fucking hilt. My neck arches, lips parting on a moan. He leaned down, feeling his tongue lick up my neck, and before I knew it, his lips were on my jaw–sucking and nibbling my skin.

He pushed my thighs apart and rammed into me. I jerked forward with each thrust, causing my eyes to roll back .

"Yes, Alex. A–Alex," I hissed out, shortening his name because there was no way I was going to be able to scream out Alexander. He set a punishing rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin over and over, the headboard banged into the wall. His teeth captured the lobe of my ear before he sucked it into his mouth.

"After this, I'm going to eat your pussy from the back," He uttered, our eyes locked.

My legs wrapped around him, and my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me. My hands snaked into his hair, tugging hard enough to cause pain. I leaned up and dragged my tongue across that bump. Alexander groaned and eased out only to thrust in again, this time rooting deeper than before.

I whimpered, moving beneath him as he brought us together over and over. His strokes were measured, controlled, and all so consuming. "Yes. Yes. Alex. Right there," I moaned breathlessly.

I was close.

Moving my hand between us, I circled my clit hard, needing the extra simulation to push me over the edge. "Move your hand, baby," Alexander ordered. His hand moved down between us, and I felt his fingers pinch my swollen, needy clit. My eyes fluttered closed, feeling myself on edge, my vaginal walls clamped his cock, and I came on a gasp. My heart was thundering as I exploded, and millions of butterflies shattered me.

Nothing had ever felt so good.

"Just like that, Princess," he praised, and I squeezed my walls around him.

"Fuck, Quinn." He gritted his teeth, holding back for a moment. Then he came on a roar in the crook of my neck.

We were both entirely spent and boneless when he collapsed on top of me. I savored his weight, breathing in his scent, enjoying the memory we just created. Alexander rolled onto his back, taking me with him, and positioned me on his chest. My fingers traced patterns as I listened to his heart, which was hammering against my cheek.