Artwork

Chapter 4 - Both

Taehyung's POV:

My naked chest covered in specks of pigments from various oil paints is so close to Adaline I can almost feel the subtle shiver emanate down the dips of her frame.

The soft breath she takes is anticipating, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips the colour of faintest pink during sunset. Her long earrings barely touch her exposed collarbones, gently brushing over the creamy texture of her skin.

I wonder what she looks like when her hair is let unbound to tumble over the curve of her shoulders, the lines of her body corresponding to smooth brushstrokes of a skilful painter. My cock twitches in the confinements of my sweatpants, longing to explore her secretive intimacy.

It's as if I'm departing from a lost treasure found in the depths of rainforests once I take a step away from her, advancing the film with a simple flick of a thumb. "Breathe," I mumble, bringing the camera up and scrutinising the beauty mark decorating her cheek through the viewfinder.

She swallows and places her hand on her upper chest, her trembling fingers gliding over the fabric of her blouse. I capture the fleeting moment when she instinctively parts her delicate lips. "There, just like that. Guide it up. More, rest it over your neck."

The camera shutter snaps once again when she applies the lightest pressure on her throat, her tongue sweeping over her lip before she sinks her teeth into the rosy flesh. I tense my jaw to diminish the tingling burn nestled in my lower abdomen, devouring her being with animalistic desire.

Tilting her head up, she makes me realise I approached her again when the pendant of my necklace comes in contact with her skin. "As far as I know, closeups aren't your regular style, V-ssi." She taunts, her velour voice overflowing with confidence which contradicts her body language.

"I wouldn't be an artist if I wasn't prone to trying different things, wouldn't you agree?" I hum in a low tone, allowing a smile to grace my features as I observe her controlled reaction. "Seitz, right? Sounds German."

"That's because it is." Her lips become a thin line, a dreary veil softening her impeccable posture. She cracks her knuckles, her dainty fingers becoming the focus of my camera as the thin ring adorning her index finger glimmers in the natural light. "My sister and I moved here when she got engaged."

Nodding in acceptance, I separate from her and head to the laptop just next to my easel, my bare feet agile and steady on the floor's surface. "Good. Do you have any questions for me?" I add as I press resume on the current playlist and anchor my stare on her.

"In fact I do, V-ssi. You don't mind ruining your reputation by letting an elite prostitute, who is also foreign as a cherry on top, possibly model for your next exhibition?" Her voice is soft as a feather's touch, careful when forming the words.

"You won't just possibly model, angel. As of now, you'll be the only face to represent The Nature of Beauty and those self-proclaimed critics can suck my balls if they think I care about their imbecile opinion. My cock wouldn't be against it either."

She tilts her head to the side while processing what just came out of my mouth, her nose twitching as a sign of amusement. "The name of the exhibition is quite suitable for what you have in mind and I have to say that your boldness is something I can't help but admire."

Running my fingers through the curly locks that almost affect my vision, I sigh of relief when I sit on the ground and cross my slightly aching legs. "I usually don't get complimented for it so this is a nice change. Why don't we continue now? I want you to tease me, surprise me."