Page 50 of Original Sins (Dark Odyssey 6)

“I know enough.”

"Relax, I just don't want you to be scared of me because of who and what I am. People get off on fear, I don't," His voice drops to a low whisper that caresses over my skin. "I get off on desire. Fear hinders desire. When you unleash desire, it makes you fucking crazy and makes fucking addictive."

Fucking.

My head feels light, and the ache between my thighs feels worse than ever. If he touched me, he'd feel how wet I am for him.

“Does it?”

"It does. When I fuck you, I only want to feel your desire."

My damn mouth goes dry. I don’t think he could be any sexier if he tried.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid of him in some way, but I’d also be a liar if I said the potent desire running through my veins already has me addicted to him.

"So,Evangeline, the question is, are you afraid of me?" he asks, and I shake my head.

“No.”

“Let me check that for myself.”

My eyes widen when he reaches from the hem of my dress and pulls it up my thighs. My knees quiver as his fingers connect with my skin, and he slides his fingers beneath the lace of my panties.

My mouth falls open when he releases my face to cup my sex and brush over my pussy lips. His thumb pushes into my pussy, and he rubs over the hard, sensitive nub of my clit.

His smile widens, and I know exactly why. It's because he feels just how wet I am for him.

I can hear it as he pumps his finger in and out of my passage.

My God… that feels so damn good, but I bite back a moan to at least look like I can control myself and not fall apart from the mere touch of his fingers.

He pulls right up and straightens up.

My eyes snap wide once more when he licks off my juices coating his fingers, and the look on his face as he tastes my arousal is pure delight. As if he's getting a taste of some rare exotic meal.

"Okay, I believe you. Come here." He crooks his finger, beckoning me to his lips, and I go to him.

He dips his head lower to me, and when he slants his mouth over mine, a blast of electricity pulses from him to me. It jolts my body, and him too.

The impact is so strong we stop kissing, and he searches my eyes.

"Fuck, you're definitely going to be addictive," he husks, and with that, he reclaims my lips, and I claim his too.

Savage energy writhes through me that pushes every worry from my mind, and all I want is to taste him and touch him.

He cups my face and angles me so we can really get going.

I grab onto his shirt, and that makes him pull me flush against him, closing any spaces between us.

The magnetism pulling us together grows into something I don’t think either of us can control.

This is what it feels like to kiss him, and it's different from kissing Henry.

Kissing Henry leaves me breathless. Georgiou is doing the same thing. It doesn't feel weird that I've kissed two different men just shy of twenty-four hours, and it doesn't feel weird that I enjoy kissing the two of them.

I still keep trying to find that thing that’s supposed to tell me I should like one more than the other, but I can’t. I like them both the same.

Georgiou picks me up, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him. Pressed up against his body, I feel how hard the granite walls of his chest is, and the scent of him fills me with more—wanting more.

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