Chapter 38 HIS DANGEROUS TOUCH
Ginnie
The water ran down my body, washing away the stickiness and sweat from earlier. As it did, memories of what had just happened began to play in my mind. Kenna’s twisted plan, the way the rogue wolves would have torn me to shreds if I dared get caught…
Knock. Knock.
The sound startled me out of my thoughts, and my eyes flew open. My heart skipped a beat as I froze, standing completely still instantly from the bathtub.
Before I could say anything, the door opened.
“Varkos?” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. He stepped inside, his sharp eyes immediately locking onto my naked form. My hands flew to cover myself, but it was useless under his intense gaze.
“Why did you stop?” He said, smirking as he leaned casually against the doorframe.
My cheeks burned as I looked away, unable to meet his eyes. “….y…you’re supposed to be resting by now,” I stammered, my voice trembling.
“I don’t need to rest too much,” he said, his tone teasing as he walked closer. The closer he got, the more my heart raced. The water kept running, splashing against the tiled floor as he stood inches away from me.
“Varkos…” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He tilted his head, that same annoying smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Looks like I interrupted something?” He murmured, his eyes dark and full of intent.
The sight of him made me horny all over again. I could feel my arousal building, my pussy throbbing for his touch. But part of me tried everything possible to resist, the fear of the consequences of what we were about to do still fresh in my mind. I bit my lips, unsure of what to say.
“You don’t have to be shy, Ginnie,” Varkos said, his eyes never leaving my body, “I know you want me just as much as I want you too. You’re practically begging for it.”
He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently push aside the curtain that stood as an obstacle between us. The warmth from the water washed over him, making his skin glisten in the dim light of the bathroom. His eyes never left mine as he spoke. “Why don’t you show me how much you want, Ginnie?”
I swallowed hard, his words sending a fresh wave of desire through me. “W-what do you mean?”
He stepped closer, his eyes dropping to my hands, which were still covering my breasts. “I know you want me to touch you so bad,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “But I want to watch you first. Make yourself feel good for me.”
I swallowed hard, my eyes meeting his. He was so confident, so sure of himself. And for some reason, that confidence was intoxicating. I let my hands fall away from my chest, letting the water drop over my breasts. His gaze followed the droplets as they ran down my body.
“Varkos, I-I don’t think we should be doing this,” I protested weakly.
“Just do it,” he urged, his voice a dark whisper that seemed to echo through the bathroom. “Show me how much you enjoyed it, how much you want me to fuck you again.”
My cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and a newfound boldness. I slid my hands down my body, the water making my skin slick as I reached my clit. I began to rub it gently, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Varkos’s eyes never left my movement, his own desires evident in the way his chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Prove to me how much you want it.”
I watched his eyes as they trailed down my body, his gaze intense and hungry. Slowly, almost as if he was afraid to break the spell, Varkos reached out with one hand and cupped my left breast. His touch was gentle but firm, his thumb brushing against my hardened nipple which forced a soft moan to escape my lips, and his smirk grew.
Without breaking eye contact, he leaned closer, his breath hot against my skin, he bent his head, his eyes never leaving mine as his tongue darted out to flick my nipple.
The sensation was electric, making me gasp and arch my back, pushing my breast further into his hand. He took the invitation, his mouth closing over my sensitive peak. The jolt of pleasure was so intense, I had to grab onto the shower rod to keep myself from collapsing.
Then, with a sudden move that took my breath away, he reached down with his right hand and gently but firmly removed my hand from my pussy. “Let me,” he murmured against my skin.
Before I could speak a word, he slid two of his fingers inside me, his thumb taking over the delicate task of stroking my clit.
The sudden intrusion made me gasp, and I looked down to see his hand moving in a rhythm that sent both pleasure and confusion through me. The sight of him touching me so intimately was too much to handle.
He continued to lick and suck my nipple, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel myself getting wetter, my juices coating his hand as he moved his fingers in and out of me. His eyes never left mine, the smirk growing as he watched me whimper under his touch.
Unable to hold back any longer, I reached down and grabbed his hand, my voice shaking. “Varkos, please,” I begged, “fuck me again.”
The words hung between us, echoing off the bathroom walls. Varkos’s eyes grew dark with desire, and his hand stilled for a moment before he began to move his fingers faster, his thumb pressing harder on my clit. “That’s what I want to hear,” he murmured against my skin, “you’re mine and only mine. Do you understand?”
I moaned, unable to form any clear thoughts with the way his hand moved inside my pussy. His words should have annoyed me, but instead, they only served to make me wetter, more desperate for him.
I leaned into his touch, my legs trembling. “Please, Varkos,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. “I need you inside me.”