The Tattoo Artist (La Petite Mort #1)

44. Chapter 44

forty-four

Quinn

" Y ou know what I see?" he said as he stood.

I clung to him, my arms and legs wrapped around his torso, while he moved the stool out of the way and laid me down on the drop cloth. "I see your innocence." He grabbed a tube of white paint and squeezed some onto his fingers. He double-dipped onto my palette for red, mixing it into pink in his palms before sliding his hands down my chest. He painted down the valley of my breasts, circling my areolas and painting them pink.

"I see your strength." His thumbs rolled across my nipples, making me gasp. He grabbed some red and brushed the tip of my nose before he kissed me. "I see your creativity. It radiates from the inside of you, and nothing can hide it. You're talented, baby."

"You're brave. So fucking brave." He whispered against my stomach, making his way even lower, kissing a trail and brushing his painted fingers along that same path. "I want to make you feel butterflies," Alexander whispered against my lips before swiping his tongue against them. I whimpered. His finger traced my butterfly tattoo while his tongue mimicked every touch, every stroke, every trace.

My legs tensed, and he quickened his pace, inserting two fingers into me. I grasped his hair and pulled him close, unsure if that was even possible.His teeth grazed my swollen clit before sucking it roughly. I gasped, wanting more.

"Alex. Harder," I moaned breathlessly.

I wanted it rough.

I needed it harder.

"Beg for it," he demanded, and I begged like the good little nun.

"Please. Deimos. Alex, Please," I sobbed.

"Harder," I begged him to go harder.

"You are so pretty when you're begging," he praised before thrusting three fingers into me, causing me to arch my back. He continued to lap at my pussy, licking the wetness that gushed from me.

My inner walls gripped him. His thumb pressed against my wet, swollen clit, rubbing circles. His free hand grasped my breast and pinched my nipple, detonating my orgasm. "A—Alex," I cried out his name. My body pulsed around his fingers. Alexander rose and captured my cries in a demanding kiss as I rode out my release. I came so hard my ears rang, and I trembled against his mouth. The world ceased to exist for a moment, and if I had thought I would perish before, I would have been six feet under now.

"Catch your breath, Princess. I'm not done yet."

Bloody hell, what did I get myself into?

Alexander stripped his paint-splattered trousers off, followed by his boxers. He spread my thighs, positioned himself between my legs, and pressed his heavy, thick cock against my sensitive clit. I thrust up involuntarily—hissing.

"I fucking love you, Quinn Connor," he whispered against the corner of my mouth. His chest pressed against mine, blending the paint we had covered each other with.Alexander kissed me deeply and slowly, teasing me with just the head of his cock. I reached down and grabbed his ass, leaving my handprint there as I pulled him closer to me.

He reached down and grabbed my thigh, drawing it up to cradle his hip as he pushed into my pussy—bare. I gasped into his shoulder before sinking my teeth into it to stop the cry from escaping my lips.

I was filled to the hilt.

It was too much .

"Breath, Princess," he soothed in my ear, rocking his hips into mine. "Goddamn, you feel so fucking tight. You feel so good," he rasped, his voice hoarse.

"I love you," I said on the exhale. He pushed inside me again, and I watched in awe as his cock sheathed himself inside me. He eased out with exquisite slowness, only to thrust into me again. I cried out. "Don't you fucking stop," I warned, and he chuckled, resuming his movements at a faster and harder pace.

"I love you, Alexander Hades," I cried out as he fucked me.We rolled around on the cloth-covered floor, coating ourselves in paint and sweat. I was not sure how I ended up on my side with Alexander on top of me, thrusting in and out. He grabbed my hip and ground into me with steady pressure. I whimpered, feeling myself getting closer to my peak.He picked up speed, pistoning into me with a relentlessness, as my obscene moaning and whimpering filled the space between us.

We were spooning as he continued to thrust into me. He kissed me hard, our tongues tangling just like our bodies. My hand wrapped around his neck, and his free hand gripped my throat before moving it down to my clit, giving it a pinch.

He thrust deeper, and the pressure exploded inside me again, dragging me down into the gates of hell. "Oh, fuck—Oh. Oh my God." A cry tore through me. I pulled his hair, my body coiling tight as shudders ripped through me. As I climaxed, he roared out my name, thrusting hard one last time, then stilling as his seed spilled inside me. He peppered soft kisses over my face and the corner of my mouth before his forehead lowered onto mine while he remained inside me.

I realized then that this was precisely what I'd been searching for these past two years.