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.

curls before slipping into her already wet folds. She wiggled against his touch. "Varys," she gasped his name now. A plea, a beg, it didn't matter. He wasn't

he left a mark, his mark. Then further south he traveled with soft

from him was rewarded with a little moan or a little pant from her. The soft whimpers of

her to moan so loud the hospital heard her and knew they were each other’s. It could be a while before Hope was ready for that kind of display. He

her hips started to thrust toward

was wanting, what she was begging for, and

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 of her. Her squeals became moans and she grabbed the

licking and stroking the folds and inside with his tongue making faster and tighter 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 trickled from her and kissed his way back as he nudged her thighs open again. "My turn," he

slid inside of her. He moaned at the tight wetness that clung to him. Every time he moved, her body sucked him right back, squeezing

about her was

bursts as he started to move inside of her. He gripped her hips for slow but deep strokes. She moaned in response and moved up and down to match him. "Varys," this

to answer all

faster. Over and over again he pulled her all the way down on 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 him go as if she wanted to milk his cock of