𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛

23

3𝓻𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿:

Today, Salvatore was in a good mood and therefore, Kailani was in a good mood. He was finally touching her again and this time she was touching him in return to
show her gratitude to his
kindness.

She was eating her breakfast and he was back to feeding her and delicately wiping her mouth as she
traced the dark tattoos on his huge muscular biceps, lightly humming to herself.

Her touch felt so damn good, each brush of her finger felt like a wave of an orgasm in the pit of his
stomach. Salvatore looked at the
collar around her delicate neck, his gaze fixed on the light redness of her skin underneath.
As Kailani finished eating he placed the plate back on the tray and moved her hair out of her face.

He picked her up with one hand, placing her onto his lap, her back facing him, making her squeal at the sudden movement.
He trailed his gloved hand from her wide hips to her small waist, guiding it up her body, his huge hands making her seem even
smaller than she already is.

He gripped and kneaded at all her curves eagerly before stopping at her neck, he removed his right glove and he unclipped the collar
around her neck using his fingerprint.

Then, he put the glove back on, letting the collar drop to
the floor.
Kailani touched her neck in surprise, thinking he was finally letting her go home for a second but her thoughts were quickly shut down by the firm grip of the
huge hand on her small waist.
She turned to look at him, a smile on her face, her dimples showing.
"Thank you"

Her soft voice filled with enthusiasm and he simply nodded once in response. She leaned back into his chest, his huge left arm
draped vertically over her body.
"Why do you wear gloves?"
She asks him, talking more to herself in wonder than him.
But nevertheless, he shrugged, not talking as usual.

Yet, Salvatore knew he would tell her eventually when he finally had the balls to talk to her.

"Can I please take them off?"Pleaseee, with a Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious cherry on top"

Her soft voice came again, tilting her head up to look at the huge man sitting behind her and he simply nodded once with a low hum.
She smiled at him and removed his black leather glove, holding his hand in hers to observe it.

Her eyes widened as she turned his palm around and looked at the back of his hand.
"Oh...Salvatore what...."

There on the back of his hand was her name, carved into his tattooed skin with what seemed to be a knife, but she couldn't tell for sure.
She watched him pull his hand away and bring it up towards his black compress shirt so she pushed herself off of his chest, kneeling between his spread legs on the bed.

She quickly looked away when she saw him take off his shirt, blushing red as she stared down at her hands shyly.

Salvatore brought a huge hand under her face and he gently gripped her chin, tilting her face upwards, coaxing her to look at him.
Her eyes widened at the sight of his body.
He was absolutely
massive.

He had an eight-pack and....oh his pecks...
and OH
his arms and OHH!
His biceps were huge veins prominent and running along them as well as tattoos, he didn't even have to flex and she could see his muscles, layers upon layers.

He had a small waist too, he didn't look like a crazed bodybuilder, making him look like popcorn or something, no he was just naturally huge with worked muscles....oh those muscles.

Salvatore brought his left arm up and tucked it under his head against the headboard as he leaned back, letting her stare at
him.
Her eyes were practically glued to him, lips parted and her tongue even coming out to lick her lips instinctively.

Then she snapped out of her daze and blushed an even deeper shade of red if that was even possible. She was about to look away when she noticed something
on his chest right where his heart was.
She leaned forward, making sure she saw right and her eyebrows furrowed in awe a sad smile on her lips as her eyes flickered up to look into his, to find him already
staring at her as usual.

"Is that-"

And he nodded before she could even finish her sentence. There on his chest, was a tattoo of her name, bright as day, it was the only tattoo on his whole body that was coloured.
It was a deep wine red written in cursive inside a black-inked realistic heart tattoo outline.
Salvatore reached his right hand forwards, pointing at her chest where her heart is and her eyes widened even further.

"That's my heart???"

she asked, her soft voice a higher octave in surprise and he nodded once again. Then suddenly, he leaned forward, laying his head
onto her lap, still in her kneeling position, she sees he has a huge serpant tattoo on his back, an angel tattoo in the middle of his spine, the angel wings on both side and words in another language going down the rest of it.

Her eyes trail up and there, right above the angel tattoo at the top of the back of his neck, right between his two broad shoulders was a tattoo of what was unmistakingly: her eyes, along with her eyebrows. She gasped and cooed in awe, her soft fingers tracing it.
Then he sat back up and that's when she saw the single tattoo at the the top of where his low sweatpants hung.
'my kitten's',

the other part was even lower so I brought my hand up, slightly pulling his pants lower.
'Lick'