Chapter 27 SOUR DESIRE
Ginnie
One moment my feet were on the floor, my heart still pounding from the shock of his mouth on mine—
Next, the ground was gone.
I gasped as Varkos lifted me, effortlessly, as though I weighed absolutely nothing. My back hit the mattress with a soft bounce, the bed dipping beneath my weight as if it had been waiting for me.
I tried to push myself up.
“Don’t,” he said quietly, his hand pressing me back down with a swift force. His fingers slid to the hem of my dress, the fabric responding to him as he lifted it slowly, deliberately, exposing my bare skin inch by inch as though he wanted me to feel every second of it.
“Varkos—” My voice betrayed me as I whispered his name.
For one tiny second, his eyes flicked to my face. “It’s too late to struggle against me, Ginnie,” he murmured.
Before I could part my lips to speak again, the dress slipped higher, then off, discarded somewhere in his room I couldn’t see.
Then, agonizingly, he kissed the inside of my thigh, then the other, his hands keeping my spread. His mouth came close, so close that I could feel his breath again, but he only pressed one light kiss against my swollen skin and pulled back just enough to watch me writhe.
“You’re already soaked. So fucking wet for me already?” He murmured with dark satisfaction dripping from his tone.
My hands dug into his hair, frustration and need tangling until I thought I’d explode and all I could manage was a whispered and broken, “Yes.”
I gasped as his tongue dragged through my folds and circled me. He licked me slowly at first, savoring until I was a quivering mess beneath him. Then he pressed harder and faster, his tongue flicking mercilessly while his lips sealed around me in a pull so intense it ripped a cry from my chest.
“Fuck!” I struggled against his hold but his hands were firm, pinning my hips down and forcing me to take every stroke of his mouth. He groaned into me, low and hungry, as if he’d waited a lifetime to do this, and the vibration made me shudder all over.
Then his tongue slid deep inside me deep and thrusting before retreating to circle my clit again. The switch made me scream and my body ached in ways I couldn’t control.
I was wet, aching, and lost with every lick, every suck winding me tighter, until I felt myself unraveling in his mouth. “Yes. Yes. Yes!” I cried, grabbing his hair and riding on his tongue.
His eyes flicked up catching mine, and he smirked against me before sucking harder, his tongue working in ruthless rhythm. The world tilted and fucking blurred, and I could only moan his name over and over as pleasure crashed through me like waves threatening to drown.
I couldn’t hold it back anymore. Every flick of his tongue and every ruthless pull of his mouth was driving me higher until I felt like it was going to snap.
“Varkos. Please. I can’t.” The words broke out from me, choked with sobs of pleasure.
He didn’t stop. He only sucked harder, his tongue circling me perfectly, dragging me over the edge whether I wanted it or not. His grip tightened on my hips, holding me wide, holding me still, and forcing me to open as my body shattered in his mouth.
“Oh. Oh! Oh. God!” I groaned hard.
The orgasm rippled through me. My back arched off the bed with my cries filling the room. I felt my legs tremble uncontrollably as waves of heat rolled through me.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think and all I could feel was him devouring every last tremor and drinking down every pulse of my release as if he owned it. I rolled my hips, riding with pleasure and the flicker of his tongue.
When the rush finally broke, I collapsed against the sheets with my chest heaving and skin slick from sweat. My body still twitched with aftershocks but Varkos stared so interestingly. He lifted his head slowly, his mouth glistening from his actions on my clitoris.
Then, his tongue flicked once across his lips as his eyes burned into mine. That triumphant smirk curved at the corner of his mouth. “You taste even better than you did, that night, Ginnie.”
The shame hit me almost as hard as the pleasure had, but underneath it was the terrifying truth. I wanted more of the man I claimed to hate so much.
I tried to push myself up to hold him still trembling from the aftermath but before I could rise. Varkos pressed me down, his weight pinning me to the mattress. His mouth crushed mine deep and the taste hit me instantly.
“Taste yourself,” he growled against my lips, forcing the kiss deeper. My eyes widened as shame and heat collided, but I couldn’t stop. The salt-sweet flavor lingered between our tongues until I was dizzy with it.
When he finally tore his mouth from mine, he was breathing hard, chest heaving. His eyes burned as he looked down at me, and his words rumbled like a threat. “I’m dying to know if your pussy feels after all these years.”
I froze, my heart hammering as he shifted back onto his knees at the edge of the bed. He stayed there for a moment. While his fingers slid to his belt, the metallic sound of it coming undone echoed louder than my pulse.
My breath caught as his hands moved lower, to the waist of his pants. He paused just enough to look at me, that same wicked smirk curving his mouth when he caught the startled, wide-eyed fear on my face.
“I’m sure you must be dying to have my cock inside you right now,” he whispered mockingly, leaning close enough that the heat of his words brushed my skin.
I should have felt so ashamed of myself right now. But I didn’t. My throat was dry, my pulse pounding in my ears as fingers worked at the button of his pants, sliding the zipper down. The sound made me shiver and every second dragged out like a lifetime.
Then he pushed the trouser down as though it was an obstacle, freeing himself. My breath caught hard as I saw him. Thick, long, heavy as his hand wrapped around it. The sight alone made my stomach twist as he stroked himself once so lazily with his eyes never leaving mine, as if watching every flicker of shock across my face aroused him more.
I swallowed hard, unable to look away. Nothing had changed about the size of his dick all these years, the thought of him thrusting inside me made my thighs tense.
Varkos’s smirk deepened. “I’m going to need you to be a good girl…just like you were that night,” he murmured, sliding his thumb over the tip before releasing it.
Shame and anticipation collided until I didn’t know if I wanted to run or beg him to keep going, but I knew one thing for sure. I needed to feel him. Maybe for a second time?