The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 67: May I

Chapter 67: May I

Beatrix stood in the bathroom in front of the sink, folding her hands in front of herself as she shifted on her feet while Rhys closed the door, and her eyes looked up to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

She frowned as she stared at herself in the mirror. All of her life she had been insecure about how she looked. It made her feel self-conscious, anxious, and vulnerable.

She had constantly worried about being judged or criticized by others based on her appearance.

Beatrix remembered the nights she had compared herself to all the pretty girls in her class and had felt inadequate and unattractive.

She had also felt like she didn’t fit in or belong, which led to feelings of isolation and loneliness.

These negative thoughts and feelings had made it difficult for her to fully engage with others and enjoy life.

But with Damien and Rhys she felt her prettiest. She knew she wasn’t that mind-blowing beautiful. She was just average with her red hair and green eyes.

Freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks. She normally had them hidden under a concealer but since she was all alone in the house she didn’t bother to hide them today.

Rhys came up behind her , after he had started the water running and slinked his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as he looked at her in the reflection in the mirror.

"What are you thinking about?" He questioned seeing the frown on her face.

Beatrix darted her eyes to the ground, "I’m trying to see what you guys see in me?"

Rhys chuckled, squeezing his arms around her waist reassuringly "

"You’re beautiful, love,."

He reached up to undo the messy braid she had made while resting.

"Your hair reminds me of a fiery flame, a radiant sunrise, or a rich tapestry of vibrant hues."

He said as her braids came undone.

"It’s as vibrant as a summer sunset or as striking as a burning ember. When the wind blows it flows like a river of molten lava or shimmer like a field of wildflowers in the breeze."

Beatrix shivered as he ran his fingers through the soft, thick waves, catching a small handful of the ends which he brushed against his lips.

"Your skin is smooth and flawless as a sheet of freshly fallen snow. It’s delicate and fragile as a flower in bloom," He continued, pressing a kiss on her cheeks.

" And the sprinkle of freckles tell me just where the sun had kissed you, inviting me to follow the trail." He added.

"Your eyes are my favorite thing about you.It reminds me of a lush forest-" he said as he gently traced his thumbs over her eyelids after they fluttered close. Beatrix opened them and met his gaze in the mirror.

"They pull you in with its beauty then it makes you get lost in them."

Beatrix blushed at his words.

"Ah, when you blush," he exclaimed, spreading his fingers over the curves of her cheeks.

"It makes me think of a rose kissed by the sun."

Beatrix pressed her lips together to hide their trembling, never feeling so much emotion crash through her all at once, all the years of her insecurities seemed to vanish and all she could hear was Rhys’ calm voice in her head. Telling her how beautiful she was.

"And these lips," he said huskily, his eyes glimmering with heat as he stared at her mouth.

"They are so full and plump, I want to bite and suck on them.

Thrown in with your delicate and innocent beauty, they turn you into a temptress -a fallen angel bent on the seduction of a defenseless man like me. "

Beatrix blinked in awe, "You really think I’m that beautiful?" She questioned.

Rhys smiled at her, You’re not just beautiful love, you’re a temptress. The sweetest temptation and I don’t stand a chance."

No words could describe the fluttering feeling in her chest at those words.

No one had made her feel this way. So special and beautiful.

That was it, Beatrix couldn’t take it any more. She couldn’t be any more lucky to find a man like Rhys.

Rough on the outside but smooth on the inside. He was literally perfection. Pushing the nerves in her stomach, Beatrix spinned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck and crashing her lips against his like her life depended on it, pouring every single ounce of emotion and affection for him that was inside of her into him.

Somewhere and sometime between the sudden explosion of their feverish kisses, mingled breaths and exhilarated gasps, he growled, as if in agony, before he yanked her up against him, his own hands coiled almost painfully around her hair.

Beatrix breathed deeply as she stared into his eyes. His eyes searched hers as if he was looking for her deepest and darkest secrets.

"Fuck little mouse.....," he murmured, his lips trailing along the bridge of her nose and pressing hotly between her brows.

"When did you learn to kiss like that?"

Beatrix’s cheeks flushed at the intensity of his blue gaze and the undeniable flutterings of desire that stirred more aggressively inside of her.

"I guess having two hot men kissing you teaches you something," she admitted sheepishly.

Rhys grinned as he wet his lips, "Such a good student." He whispered, pressing a quick kiss on her lips.

Beatrix’s breath hitched as he let go of her hair and removed his top.

He guided her fingers to trace the tattoos that decorated his abdomen.

Didn’t that hurt? Beatrix frowned.

"Did it hurt?" She asked, dragging her fingertips against his skin, tracing every ink. She watched as his breathing quickened due to her touch.

His eyelashes fluttered as she traced the drawings on his ribs. His expression was so calm but his chest was moving up and down much more rapidly than it was a few moments ago.

Beatrix was unable to control herself as she brought her hand down and ran her index finger along the waistband of his trousers.

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Rhys’ eyes shot up and looked at her. He looked nervous. Rhys....nervous? Probably her mind was playing tricks on her.

"Do you want to help me remove it?" Rhys asked,

Beatrix flushed with embarrassment and bit her lips.

"Don’t worry love, I promised you that I wouldn’t touch you unless you ask me to. Don’t overthink too much."

Beatrix swallowed and nodded. "Okay."

Rhys smiled at her to calm her nerves down.

"Good, remove it." He instructed.

Beatrix took a deep breath, with shaking hands she fumbled with the button of his jeans. She was trying her best not to look down.

They gazed at each other as she managed to slip the button through the hole in his denim jeans.

It hung low on his hips, swallowing as her shaking fingers moved to his zipper next."

Beatrix had already seen what was in between his legs but being this close to him didn’t help her fluttering heart.

Her fingers trembled, "Hey. Relax. It’s just a pair of trousers you’re removing."he murmured, flicking his eyes between her own as she watched his pupils dilated.

Blowing out a breath, Beatrix let out a short awkward laugh as she slowly dragged the zipper down.

"Pull them down" he urged when she stepped back from him, and Beatrix watched as his adams apple dipped in his throat when he swallowed.

Beatrix nodded and slowly pulled the trousers down.

She looked up to him as she crouched down, bringing the trousers to pool around his feet.

Being at his feet, as his heated gaze looked at her made heat ripped from her core. The position was so daunting yet so sensual.

He licked his lips as he tucked her hair behind her ears, "Stand up."

Beatrix obeyed the command while he kicked off his jeans from around his feet, kicking them away as she stood up.

"Can I remove your shirt?" He asked softly, as if he was afraid she would say no.

Beatrix nodded, "Y-yes."

Rhys searched her face for a moment to confirm that she really wanted this before he grabbed the bottom of her shirt.

"I can’t wait to see your beautiful body." He whispered.

Beatrix flushed as her nerves fluttered in her stomach. Her breath quickened as he pulled her shirt over her head.

The cold air hit her skin and she shivered.

Beatrix looked away as she stood naked in front of Rhys, she only had her panties on.

"Fuck.....God only knows how many times I have masturbated imagining your beautiful body."

Her heart raced, sending warm blood to her freckled face. The image of him masturbating flashed across her mind and she clenched her thighs together to soothe the heat pooling there.

"Can-may-I-fuck!" Rhys raked his fingers through his hair.

"I have never been nervous around a girl before." He let out a chuckle.

He pressed his forehead against hers.

"The things you do to me love..." he muttered while his fingers hooked into panties.

"May I?"

Beatrix blushed and nodded,"Yes."

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