The Ghost of Greece ~ A Drakos Dynasty Novel~

8 - We've Been Here Before

Scarlett had decided a movie that she loved and would grab her attention was in order. She was in the middle of making authentic Chicken Parmesan with angel hair pasta and a fresh sourdough loaf. The long nap on the couch this afternoon had invigorated her spirit to cook and have a pleasant evening at home enjoying the silence. She had thought of him once upon waking from the nap but a hot shower and some carbs was going to fix that mistake right up. It was nearly 7:45 p.m. and she was going to need some heavy carbs to knock her into a food coma so she would be prepared for a long day at work tomorrow.

She had decided on The Wedding Planner to re-watch. It was funny, sad and endearing all at once. She needed like and loving right now because her soul was screaming for sexually deviancy and hours of release. She had honestly debated a few hours of porn and her magical vibrating butterfly but decided against it. Her time would come with a man who regarded her with as much respect and desire as she deserved. She needed to be patient. But patience was definitely NOT one of her lingering virtues.

She had made enough dinner for about four people and decided it would be great to have the leftovers on hand for the following week. She was working everyday through Friday and her days were nearly twelve hours a piece. Slicing out half a chicken breast and a small stack of pasta on her plate she sat down and hit play on her movie. For the next twenty minutes she ate and laughed like she had never seen the movie before. Not once had Kris Drakos crossed her mind.

Hitting pause on the remote, she took her plate into the kitchen and rinsed it off in the sink. All the leftovers were neatly packed up in three separate containers and slid into the fridge. She wasn’t in the mood to do the dishes though. Running water on them and pour soap all over them she left the dishes to their own demise until she felt so inclined. Pouring a small glass of red wine, she placed it on the side table near the couch.

Curling up on the couch with the overtly soft fuzzy blanket with an American flag across the front, Scarlett settled in to watch. She was relaxed, full and very much enjoying herself. About ten minutes passed and there was a loud, forceful rapping at her door. Three hard knocks was all. She stared at the door in loathing. Right when I am comfortable and ready to relax. She clicked the pause button and threw the blanket off with some annoyance. Glancing at the clock she did think it might be Jacq stopping by, so that lightened her mood slightly. Opening the door the world came to an abrupt halt.

His scent smacked her in the face with lust and the way he was breathing faintly weightier than normal took her breath away. All her convincing, all herself proclamations that Kristos was just a momentary fancy with no regard to her real feelings was suddenly proven wrong. She waited; they had been in this scenario before. Once he made the move, once she did. Perhaps if they spoke first there would be more rational things to happen between them.  His eyes were dark, hooded and his intent had absolutely nothing to do with a conversation. Scarlett couldn’t deny she wanted him to cease her body and make it his once again but she also couldn’t ignore the screaming pleas of her morals for some sort of restraint.

No one moved. No one spoke they just stood there eyes on one another waiting. In her nervousness, Scarlet ran her hand along the back of her neck and down the side while looking to the floor. Submission. That was all he saw. She had submissively admitted he did to her what he had hoped.

Without another words he took heavy steps inside. Closing and locking the door, Scarlett stood only inches from him looking up. She bit her lip and blinked not taking her gaze off of his. He was done. The lip, biting that f*****g lip would be the death of his limitation. Reaching down with both hands his lips brushed over hers while releasing a heated breath and growl. Instantly her body quivered and her womanhood pulsed. They consumed one another in kissing and touches for a few moments.  His eyes looked around briefly as they stood there making out. Surveying the apartment he knew which way to head. He was going to have her, fast and hard before then taking his time to know every inch of her skin. With this much knowing, he definitely would feel better. Right?

Wrapping his arms about her he lifted her up with out breaking the kiss and staggeringly made his way to the bedroom. It was moderately dressed in tones of burgundy and white. Her bed was king sized which filled a lot of the room but was a pleasurable sight for Kris’ eyes. So much more space to have his way with her.

He lay her on the bed still holding her firm to his body with one arm. The sheer strength of this man made Scarlett breathless. He could hold her up close to him with one arm, crawl them both across the bed and keep lip contact nearly consistent. She didn’t care what the hell her morals or brain was screaming she needed him inside her to know if this was just some stupid wild attraction or more. Laying her down he was hanging over her with a hand planted firmly on each side. There were no words spoken but she started to unbutton her top to slip it off. She wore no bra so this was going to leave very little the imagination. With one swift movement his shirt was off and on the floor. Kissing down between her breasts he slipped of his Perry’s and took her breast into his mouth. So far this was his favorite. Her body reacted so feverishly it caused his to only desire more. She whimpered as he bit down then sucked hard to ease the pain. This one would be fun if they could have more time. She reacted to his touch and painful nips exactly as he wished to hear. Unlike Amanda and his other s****l paid attendees, what Scarlett released in sound and motion was real.

Running a hand up her outer thigh and hip as his lips worked her chest and abdomen in frenzied grazes, Kristos realized other than the thin silky pajama pant material, Scarlett was naked. No panties to fight with, no other clothing. One sole piece of attire kept him from his claim.  The feel of his hardness encased in the jeans was highly painful at this point. Pulling up from her skin he looked at her face. Her lips were swollen from the kissing and her face flushed with requirement. He could smell the s****l need seeping from her womanhood. He needed to know if she tasted this sweet everywhere. Kissing downward she nearly brought him to an abrupt halt as he neared her waistband. Her hand commandingly grabbed his hair. While was meant to be a ‘wait’ moment it truly just turned him on more. She was nervous? This is new and highly exciting. He thought to himself with a touch of s****l immorality.

 He leaned up and looked at her face that was showing signs of being highly concerned as to his facial directional headings. The pensiveness was only slightly overshadowed by her desire. He knew continuing was what she really sought. Reaching up and caressing her face, Kristos tried to let her know it was going to be just fine. Her tensing legs relaxed and the feeling of her preoccupation was almost gone. Sliding his fingers under each side of her pants he slid them down and off her legs. She was so intensely aroused Kristos wanted to destroy her essence. Bending her legs up and resting her heels on the edge of the bed, his kisses started on the inside of each thigh and carried down from the knee to the crux of her s*x and inner thigh meeting place. His breath was on her and it caused her to moan in requirement. She forcefully gripped the bed on either side of her when his face hovered over her, panting licking his lips.

“Please.” She whimpered.

He tortured not only himself in waiting but also this creature who had captivated everything inside him to only get closer. Diving in the tip of his tongue slid from the bottom to the top of her crease pushing inside the folds. Her plea was heard loud and clear. Now he wouldn’t take time. Now he would do as he pleased and make her fell everything his soul was screaming to watch her reaction to.

The way she tasted was sweeter than he expected. He couldn’t get enough. With long strokes his tongue continued to lap up what she released freely. Paying special attention to her clit for a moment she seemed as if her body would release much quicker than he had hopes. How long had it been? Surely one this sweet and beautiful had men lined up at her door.

Continuing to suckle, lick and flick her s*x he decided a quick release would start things in the right direction. Her legs began to quiver and her back lifted twice mildly as if to arch. Placing both his hands on her hips he pulled her into his mouth and gave her all his force of tongue and mouth. The sound that escaped her lips was quite possibly the most desirable and malevolent sound a woman had ever mad in his presence. Her body flexed in arched back repose as she moaned long and full. He continued to consume all she would give until her breath was nearly gone and her legs began to relax some. Unsure what it was she was previously concerned about, Kristos needed to have more.

Releasing her lips and her legs falling flat he watched her naked form heave and shiver as it came down from the ride she had just been on. Standing he undid his jeans button by button from the fly and slid them down slowly stepping out. His eyes never left her form, her eyes were watching intently. Standing in only his deep green boxer briefs, her eyes were warming his skin at a distance. Kristos wasn’t sure what he expect but what she did next cause his own breath to catch.

She leaned up on her elbows and licked her lips. The look in eyes was crafty and planning out what was about to come next. He was almost always the dominate and only when he decided to submit to any woman, it was because he told her that was what he wanted.  She stood there, hands at his side, c**k hard and pushing out of his briefs and waiting. She fluidly gained stance on all fours and moved towards him. Reaching the end of the bed she leaned up on her knees and waved her finger, beckoning him forth.

If it was possible he got even more aroused. She was shocking, beautiful and obviously was going to need a lot more be she was satisfied.