Chapter 27Sinfully Sweet – Kerry
Chapter 27
Sinfully Sweet – Kerry
V ic and I are riding a high, refusing to let any drama ruin our night.
Not a night like this—one filled with celebration, laughter, and no one else but us.
After we talk to Syd and Ari and tell them how much we love them, we agree to turn off our phones and focus solely on each other for the rest of the night.
Back at the lake house, I let the night’s chaos soak away in the tub, steam curling around me as warm water kisses my skin.
I close my eyes, letting my mind wander, knowing Vic is preparing something for us in the kitchen.
A “sweet delight” is what he calls it, and with the way his voice dipped when he said it, I know it’ll be more than just dessert.
My body hums, still buzzing with pride and admiration for Vic, for the way he stood tall tonight, for the way he claimed me in front of the world—not just with his words, but with his unwavering presence.
The weight of everything, Cory’s games, the past, and the future—it all drifts away for now.
I soak in the warmth, letting it settle deep in my bones before stepping out, knowing full well I’m about to get dirty again.
With a deep breath, I slip into something I’ve never worn before, lingerie I specifically purchased for tonight—a sheer black lace slip barely hiding anything.
It’s soft, feminine, sensual, everything I never allowed myself to be before.
I’m excited yet feeling vulnerable, but I push through it because I know once Vic sees me, he’ll look at me like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.
And I want to see that look.
I want to see him .
When I enter the front room, I’m stunned.
The entire living room has been transformed.
The glow of the fireplace flickers across the room, casting golden light against plush blankets and pillows strewn across the floor, creating the perfect intimate escape.
A bottle of champagne sits chilling in an ice bucket next to a tray of desserts so decadent, my mouth waters on sight.
As usual, he’s outdone himself with an array of milk chocolate-covered strawberries, miniature French pastries drizzled in caramel, and handmade truffles dusted with edible gold flakes.
But the centerpiece is a bowl of fresh whipped cream, a pot of melted dark chocolate, and a small dish of sugared berries.
Before I can fully take it in, I hear a door click open, and when I turn, Vic steps out of the other bathroom.
No shirt.
Just inked, glistening skin.
His pajama pants hang low, revealing just enough of his dick print to make my mouth go dry.
We both stop and drink each other in.
His gaze darkens as he rakes his eyes over me, and when I open my mouth to speak, he crosses the room in three long strides and kisses me.
His hands grip my waist, pulling me flush against his body, his warmth branding me through the thin lace of my slip.
His tongue sweeps against mine, savoring the taste of me.
When we finally pull away, we’re breathless, and as a means of distraction, I reach for the champagne and lift my glass with a smirk.
“A toast to you, Chef Grimes.”
He raises his glass against mine, eyes locked on mine.
“To us , Ms. Kind.”
We sip, never breaking eye contact, the bubbles tingling against my lips, then when he sits and pats his hand on his thigh, I climb onto his lap, straddling him as his hands instinctively fall to my hips.
“Comfy?” He asks, lips brushing my ear.
I hum, dragging a finger along the edge of his jaw.
“I think so.”
His fingers flex against my waist, pulling me just a little closer as his thick erection continues to swell in between my legs.
The tray of desserts sits next to us, untouched, until he reaches for a gold-dusted chocolate truffle, rolling it between his fingers before bringing it to my lips.
“Open.” He whispers.
I obey without hesitation, my lips parting just enough for him to push it onto my tongue.
I don’t chew it right away.
I let it melt, savoring the rich chocolate before swall owing.
Then, my lips brush his fingertips, licking the last trace of chocolate from his skin.
He’s now fully erect, perfectly situated under my wet, aching core.
Trying to maintain my control, I find myself panting, breathing hard and fast with even the slightest movement.
Vic reaches for another treat—a small pastry drizzled in warm caramel.
I go to take a bite, but as he brings it to my lips, a slow, sticky trail of caramel drips down my chest, between my breasts.
A slow smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
“You trying to start something you can’t finish, Ms. Kind?”
I swallow hard.
“Maybe I want you to finish it for me.”
Vic smirks, then slowly licks the caramel from my chest.
His tongue drags over my heated skin and trails the sticky sweetness between my breasts.
He takes my nipple into his mouth and rolls his tongue over the stiffened peak.
“Oh, fuck,” I exhale, dragging my fingers through his hair.
Vic releases a muffled groan.
His lips latch, suck, and tug while his hand dips between my thighs, finding me soaked, ready, and desperate for him.
He presses his thumb against my clit, circling and teasing, while his fingers slide in just enough to make me whimper and clench.
“Ride my hand, Kerry.” He commands, his voice so deep and raw it sends a pulse of heat straight through me.
And I do.
I rock my hips onto his thick fingers, chasing the slow, deliberate friction he gives me, needing more.
Vic watches every move I make.
His eyes flicker between my parted lips and where I’m riding his hand.
“That’s right,” he murmurs, his other hand gripping my waist, guiding my movement.
“Just like that. Take what you need from me.”
His fingers sink deeper, stretching me open and hitting the spot that makes me break.
A sharp cry slips past my lips as the intense orgasm rushes through my body.
“There she is,” he praises.
“That’s what I want.”
I gasp, my nails digging into his arms, but he’s not done .
Vic pulls his soaking wet fingers from inside me, reaches for the whipped cream, then dips his fingers in, bringing them straight to my mouth.
“Taste,” he demands, his voice husky and raw.
I part my lips, and he slides his fingers inside, pressing them against my tongue.
The sweet cream mixes with the taste of me, and I whimper, sucking greedily, licking every last bit from his fingers.
Vic groans, his erection straining against my soaked lingerie.
“Fuck, Kerry,” he rasps, pulling his fingers from my mouth, my lips swollen and wet.
“You’re so damn sweet.”
He flips me onto my back and spreads my thighs.
I barely have time to catch my breath before I see it—the bowl of melted milk chocolate in his hand.
Vic drizzles the warm chocolate over my stomach, letting it drip lower and lower until I let out a sharp breath.
My nerves sizzle as the chocolate pools between my thighs.
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he dips two fingers into the caramel, then watches me as he drags them through my slick folds, spreading the thick, golden sugar over me with the precision of a man crafting a culinary masterpiece.
I shudder, under his touch, his control, his gaze as his tongue dives inside of me.
His tongue drags through the chocolate and caramel, licking up every last drop before flicking against my clit, devouring me like I’m his final meal.
I cry out, my back arches off the blankets, my hands fly to his head, gripping, pulling, and grasping at nothing.
But he doesn’t let up.
Vic groans, and I lose myself in him, rolling my hips into his mouth and riding the pleasure.
“That’s it,” he growls against me.
“Keep going, Kerry. Make a mess on my face.”
And I do.
I come hard and fast and all over him.
My body shakes as I scream his name.
My thighs tremble, but he holds me down and laps up every bit of my release.
When I finally collapse against the pillows—weak, limp, and trembling, Vic slowly moves back up my body, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers, “You’re the most delicious dessert I’ve ever tasted.”
Vic’s dick flexes painfully hard against my thigh while presses his lips against mine, letting me taste myself on his tongue .
He reaches for a soft cloth, dips it into warm water, and without a word, he cleans me off, drawing slow circles on my skin.
He glides his finger over my stomach, my thighs, and my sensitive core.
I watch him through my heavy, lidded eyes, barely able to keep them open as he presses a kiss to my wrist, then my lips.
Then, without hesitation, he lifts me into his arms.
I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling so small, so safe, and so completely his.
The firelight flickers as he carries me down the hall to the massive bedroom where he gently lowers me onto the bed.
“Are you ready to sleep?” He asks softly.
I should be.
I’m exhausted, drained, and unable to take more.
Yet, I still want more.
I need more.
I shake my head.
“No.”
He lifts his brow, waiting for me to continue.
He needs me to tell him exactly what and who I want.
I swallow, my heart pounding as I hold his gaze, my hands skimming up his strong, tattooed arm.
“I’m ready,” I pant, my voice shaking with something deeper than just desire.
“To feel everything. Give me everything, Victor Grimes.”
His breath shudders.
His eyes darken.
His body goes completely still.
Unlike minutes ago, this isn’t playful anymore.
It’s something else.
Something deeper.
He trails his finger over my stomach, lower and lower, until he slides a hand between my thighs.
A low groan rumbles from his chest.
“You stayed wet for me?”
I bite my lip, nodding.
Vic shifts above me, his body covering mine and his fingers dragging over my jaw and mouth over my lips.
I feel him—hard and pressing against me, nudging at my entrance.
He moves slowly, pressing in just the tip, his eyes locked on mine, watching me.
I inhale sharply as my body stretches and adjusts to his length, burning in the most exquisite way.
“You okay?” he asks, his muscles trembling with restraint.
I nod, fisting the sheets.
“More.”
He groans, thrusting a little deeper, his forehead pressing against mine.
“Fuck, Kerry…so tight.”
I gasp, clenching around him, wrapping my legs around his waist .
“Vic!” is all I can manage to say before his mouth captures mine, kissing me slow and deep as he inches in further.
My moans turn into cries, and his groans turn into growls.
“Shit. I never—” He buries his face against my neck, his voice breaking.
“Never felt like this before.”
My fingers claw down his back, holding onto him for dear life.
Vic shifts his weight, gripping my thighs, spreading me wider, finding the right angle, and when he finally thrusts all the way in, stretching me open, claiming every inch, my world tilts on its axis.
“Fuck—” He groans, his voice weak.
I shudder, clutch his arms, and take all of his thick, aching dick—every deep thrust and ferocious pound.
His hand slides between us, his thumb circling my clit, sending a bolt of pleasure so strong my body tenses around him.
“Umm, hmm,” he grits, thrusting deeper, dragging his lips over my jaw.
“Take me just like this, Kerry. Take all of it. ”
My cries dissolve into breathless whimpers, my body unraveling under his touch.
He dominates me in perfect rhythm—every drag, every hard, hungry stroke that fills me so deep I swear I’ll never recover .
I try to muffle my moan, but Vic’s not having it.
“Let me hear you,” he growls.
“Don’t hide from me. You love how I stretch this tight pussy, don’t you?” he rasps, his hand gripping my thigh, pinning me in place.
I’m too far gone to speak, too lost in the way he makes me feel, how he owns me with every stroke.
His lips brush against mine, and our bodies sync.
I cling to him, gasping at every roll of his hips, every inch of him stretching me, taking me somewhere I’ve never been before.
And then it hits me.
This isn’t a feeling I’ve ever experienced.
This isn’t trauma.
This is pleasure.
Pure, raw, consuming pleasure.
Pleasure that makes me arch beneath him, chasing for more.
Pleasure that makes my toes curl, my body tighten, my lips part with helpless, breathless moans.
Pleasure that makes me feel alive.
Vic tilts my chin, forcing my eyes to his.
“Feel that? ”
I nod frantically, feeling everything.
“I told you,” he growls.
“You don’t just react to pain. You react to me.”
And God, he’s right.
My body opens for him, melts around him, and now forever yearns for him.
Only him.
Our rhythm is wild and desperate, like we’re chasing something we’ve waited our years to find.
And with every thrust, every moan, every look—I feel it.
The ache in his hands as they hold me.
The tremble in his breath as he drives deeper.
The way his eyes won’t leave mine.
Then, something shifts.
His pace falters—not from hesitation, but because the weight of everything between us crashes into him.
His grip tightens.
His body shakes with restraint.
And when he finally speaks, it’s not just need pouring from his lips.
It’s emotion.
It’s everything .
“I love you, Kerry Kind. I’m so fucking in love with you.”
Tears prick my eyes, my chest tightens, and my entire body unravels under the weight of his words.
I can’t hold back.
Nor do I want to.
As the tears now flow, I whisper, “I love you too, Victor Grimes. I love you so much.”
A strangled groan tears from his throat, masking the emotion in his voice but not the tears now flowing from his face.
We fall apart together as we come together.
I cry out loud as my orgasm crashes into me while Vic growls my name, burying himself deep, throbbing inside me, pulsing, shaking, gripping me like he never wants to let go.
And I don’t want him to.
So, I hold him through it, kiss him through it while we pour every resurrected piece of ourselves into one another because this isn’t just sex.
This is us.
This is love.