Chapter 90: A New Day (5)
There was nothing to be ashamed of. He was a sight for sour eyes. And Sofia was unconsciously taking it all in. Not a beautiful detail missing.
Never taking her eyes off, she began exploring what the world had to offer. At one point, her eyes came in contact with a sight that left her blushing. A body part that had become one with her just a few hours ago. Standing tall, wide, and proud.
Realizing where her vision had taken root, she quickly averted her eyes. Face turning no different from any scarlet red apple available in the castle. Sofia's hold on the comforter tightened. Not wanting to be caught in the act red handed, she called out in panic "Could you... please... cover up?"
Looking at the back of Sofia's golden head, Vincent could only shake his head while a smile broke out on his face. He loved how Sofia got shy as she realized her ogling. It was a very nice feeling. His love appreciated his body. Overdosing on a new substance is never good, even if it was just his naked body.
He made his way to the walk in closet and changed into a pair of pants and a white shirt. Not wanting to be away from his love, he left the shirt buttons open. During the whole process of changing, his eyes never left her. Her every moment captured. Not a single strand of loose hair could go unnoticed.
Sofia had her head turned away from the view, but his steps were still ringing in her ears. At first the sound fading into silence. As it had just began, it had come to an abrupt stop. The silence as if a fleeting dream of hers. His footsteps getting louder and louder.
He was coming back towards her. But this time it was as if no other sound was present, her heartbeat drumming faster the closer he became. Thumb...
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Suddenly it was dead silent. Even her heart skipped a beats due to the sudden pin drop silence in the room.
While trying to listen for any possible sounds to indicate Vincent's current position relative to her, Sofia suddenly attracted by something on her head moved forward. The only thing stopping her from face planting onto the mattress were her hands. The same hands that were holding onto her chastity seconds ago.
The minute the object hit Sofia, her vision blurred. it was as if a translucent white Vail had covered her eyes. She could see but only the vage bright light passing through the piece of cloth hanging over her head.
Stabilizing her body on one hand, Sofia reached out with the other to remove the cloth covering her face. the material was soft, and had slid over smoothly with only the slightest of pulls. Looking at the clothing in her grasp, Sofia discovered what it was.
It was none other than a white formal button up shirt of Vincent's. As her hold tightened on the soft piece of clothing, Vincent's voice rang in her ear "You can put this on....." Turning away from her hand to look at Vincent behind her, he continued "I don't think you would feel comfortable with me being here.... in your.... current.... state... of undress...."
Having said his piece, Vincent maneuvered his head to the side, giving Sofia enough privacy to change with a peaceful mind.
It is these little things that determine if the guy is a gentleman or not. And Vincent was a text book definition of 'Gentlemen'. His tone was all no nonsense with no sweetness, but his actions spoke a completely different language, there were the sweetest thing ever. Something that a person could get addicted to, if exposed for long enough. He was any girl/ women's dream Guy/ husband material. And this was not including his wealth. Massive, massive amounts of wealth.
Pulling the shirt over her head quickly, Sofia had covered her nakedness from Vincent's direct view. A sexy view was replied by an even more seductive one. The Shirt had covered her till just below where her curves ended and her long legs began. But what she had not noticed was the amount of coverage the shirt had actually provided her.
Sure she was covered up, but Vincent was still able to see the outline of her body through the material as light passed through. And that in itself was a delight. Men were weird like that. They liked full nakedness, but they liked semi nakedness even more. It invoked their imaginations.
As she got covered, Sofia voiced out a quick "Thank you" in Vincent's direction, before making her way to the edge of the bed, and slowly descended onto the cold hardwood floor.
The minute her feet touched the ground and her whole body weight was off the bed, her feet buckled.
One minute she was on the bed, the next on her knees.
Chapter 91: A New Day (6)
One minute she was on the bed, the next on her knees.
Her legs had gave out on her. She had been feeling completely fine while sitting on the bed but the minute her whole body weight was on her own legs fully; they had turned to mush. This had never happened before, not even when she had gotten sick, her legs never gave out on her.
This was going to be the first of many.
The moment Sofia's body moved down to the ground, Vincent sprinted like never before. The effects of gravity, what can anybody do?What goes up, has to come back down.
He was not expecting to have worked her this hard. Sure, they had a couple of rounds, but he had controlled himself. He had held back on her. As it was her first time, he had been merciful. If it were his choice, he would still be in her and not standing so far away from her.
Sofia's fall had not yet been completed, when she felt arms under her armpits holding her up. A toned, white and hairless, chest with some kind of tribal tattoo came into her direct eyesight.
Her gaze unconsciously followed the said Tattoo; starting from the chest going to his wide shoulder and then disappearing into the full sleeved yet unbuttoned white shirt. The one fascinating thing Sofia encountered, from the open shirt, she had gotten a peek at the same tribal tattoo going down the side of his eight pack abdomen and disappearing down his V and into his pants. It was a design that drew one's attention to itself.
Vincent had a Tribal tattoo covering almost 1/3 of his visable chest. It was not a tattoo which was overly packed with multiple designs, but one where the whole thing continued from one end to the other. His skin still showing through, almost as if trying to highlight his lean yet muscular physique even more.
The addition of the dark colored pattern on his body was as intimidating as the man himself. The tattoo gave off a feeling of Power and Strength. It was unexpected, but perfect for him. Even though, Vincent's businessman attire was all white man and professional, but the addition of the tattoo gave him a mysterious aspect that would make him even more desirable to the female population.
Sofia began wondering, how had she missed such a big detail when she had last seen Vincent's upper body naked. Sure, he was not the one with all her focus directed towards, but still, it was a 'right in you face' type of tattoo. Not some small insignificant one which could have gone unnoticed if one didn't try to find it. This was a piece which covered a whole lot of his body.
Vincent had been keenly watching all of Sofia's unguarded expressions. How it went from shock to relief, to amazement and finally to confusion. He loved her confusion filled face, it was as if she was trying to put together a very complicated puzzle which grabbed all of her attention, leaving her completely unguarded for that given time span.
She had been getting confused a lot because of him as of late. And he was loving all of the attention. Any attention from Sofia was welcome, it meant she was finally Noticing him.
The day was getting better and better, and the day had not even begun. He could not wait for more. How it would move forward in the future.
For the time being, Vincent would need to keep his distance, in her sight, but out of reach. This will imbed him in her every day life unnoticed and unconsciously. This was how human habits are developed over time, the presence of an object or action being present during or over a span of time. This was how alcoholics get addicted to alcohol and how Sofia will develop a sense of dependence on Vincent.
A habit of looking for Vincent whenever she needed anything. A dangerous yet very real Habit. This would be the last obstacle she needed to cross for her to be his completely. In mind, body and soul.
The first step had already been taken. Vincent was the first person Sofia had called when she had discovered Ben's true face. And being there for her when she needed him most, where she new or not would keep this plan moving forward.
Breaking her fall, one he did not want her getting hurt but at the same time insuring her unconscious of his presence in her time of need.
"Are you ok?" called out Vincent, in a husky voice worried.
Looking up from the tattoos on his chest to the black eyes gazing at her, Sofia smiled weakly "I .... don't know... what just. I was completely fine, but the minute.... I stood up....." moving her gaze from him to the wood flooring and back "I was down here."
Smiling a weak smile, Vincent slowly wrapped an arm around her back while raising her off the ground.
It was a very smooth transition. Fully displaying Vincent's upper body strength. He had lifted Sofia's body off the ground single handedly, while the other hand stabilized her fatigued body by getting a hold around her back.
"That ... would be my fault...." Looking into her eyes, Vincent slowly moved her closer to himself "I couldn't hold myself back last night."
The closer Sofia got to Vincent, his manly scent mixed in with a slight sweetness began wafting into her nose. The sweetest smelt familiar to her senses, she had smelt this smell somewhere before. The was a touch of her perfume that had gotten on his body during their activities.
He gently placed Sofia on the soft bed, "I have not been with anyone since Johnathan's birth,.... I ....lost control." Slowly moving, taking step after step backwards, Vincent stopped a few steps away "I'm really sorry... I feel as if I have taken advantage of you."
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Sadda
This is how I imagin Vincent's tatto would look like:
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