Escaping The Mafia King

Hope pushed against his chest. "We're in the hospital," she hissed as she stared at the door.

Varys smirked and pulled out a key. "And I have enough money to own this place." He slipped out of bed and locked it. "Better?" he challenged.

Hope blushed again and nodded. He loved how cute she was when she turned red like that. "Better," she admitted.

Varys stripped slowly. He slipped his jacket off and let it pool to the ground. He didn't need that kind of gun right now. His t-shirt was pulled off next, and then he kicked off his pants until he was just in his boxers. "Hope," he whispered.

Her breathing had sped up as her eyes stayed glued to him. He smirked. At least some things hadn't changed. "Varys," she whispered as she licked her lips. "What are you doing?"

Silly girl, as if she couldn't see what was about to happen. "I'm about to make love to you. I can't wait until we're out of the hospital, I want you now. I want to show you with every inch of my body how much I love you."

She blushed again and looked away, but she still flipped the covers over and scooted to the side of the bed so he would have room. He slipped out of his boxers and his already painful erection, got harder as he neared her.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered as he slid under the covers with her. His kisses were soft, reverent, as he covered every inch of her face before settling on her lips. He turned her so she was in his arms and his hardness was pressing against her belly before he kissed her harder. His lips devoured her as he edged a knee between her thighs. "Open for me," he whispered against her lips.

Hope obeyed.

He dragged his hand through her curls before slipping into her already wet folds. She wiggled against his touch. "Varys," she gasped his name now. A plea, a beg,

descended. Down from her lips now, to her throat where he sucked on the skin until he left a mark, his mark. Then further south he traveled with soft little nips. He slipped one of her perfect rosebud nipples into

a little moan or a little pant from her. The soft whimpers of

It could be a while before Hope was ready for that kind of display. He teased her

he got closer her hips started to

what she was wanting, what she was begging for, and he

as he parted her legs the rest of the way. He exhaled directly on her and she squealed. While she was in the midst of making those wicked sounds, he attacked. He sucked on her clit directly as his tongue slid lazily inside

strokes until she was squirming for a different reason. She grabbed onto his shoulders and her hips rose to meet his mouth before she gasped and went limp. He licked the sweetness that

didn't fight him. She slipped her arms around him as he slid inside of her. He moaned at the tight wetness that clung to him. Every

her was

gripped her hips for slow but deep strokes. She

he was ready to answer all her

his throbbing dick. All he wanted was to enjoy this moment for the end of time. The way she clung to him, squeezed him, refused to let