fast as he possibly could only urged him on further.
It was only once she was naked but for her black cotton panties and standing in front of him that he took a moment. Just a moment to lean back and let his gaze drink her in. He didn’t miss the marks on her body—the fingerprints on her throat, and the bruises on her sides. His fingertips drifted over those same spots, rage festering and burning like never before.
“He’s dead,” she said, reading his expression again. “And I did it.”
He was angry.
So fucking angry.
It should have been him.
It was lucky for the bastard that it was her.
“They’ll fade,” she said when he kept touching the bruises with a light touch.
“Not soon enough.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“I’m sorry,” he murmured.
A subtle shake of her head was all that she answered him back with, but he heard her silent words loud and clear. He doesn’t matter here.
And she was right.
“This is unfair.” She told him, “Because I am the only one without clothes.”
Pav chuckled. “I don’t need to be undressed yet.”
“Why—”
He was down on his knees before she could even finish her question. His hands wrapped into the waistband of her black panties, and he yanked them down her legs. Once she’d stepped out of the item, he pushed her legs open. A primal sound fell from his lips at the sight of her pussy laid out in front of him. Just a sliver of silky, wet flesh. All pink, and ready for him. He adored the sight of it, and he loved the taste of it.
In the next breath, he had his smirking face buried between her thighs, getting what he wanted the most. Her taste coating his tongue, and her moans filling his ears. Her fingers threaded into his hair to pull hard as he fucked her pussy with his mouth. His tongue tunneled into her slit while his thumb toyed with her clit.
The hotter she got, the creamier her sex became.
Fucking beautiful.
He was all too aware that he was grabbing onto her thigh hard. Likely leaving his own marks behind, but it was her sounds and the way she kept rolling her hips into his mouth and hands that said she was fine.
And so was he.
Now.
This was what he needed.
She was what he needed.
As her shaking started to make her whole body shudder, and his name started to echo in the quiet room with every breath she released, he increased the pressure on her clit with his thumb just enough to push her over the edge. And when she finally came, he licked every fucking drop of her arousal that he could, loving the way she got hotter when she came. All the while, he watched her up above, shattering into a thousand tiny little pieces in her mind before she came back up for air again.
For a second, Pav grabbed onto Viktoria’s hips tightly and rested his forehead against her stomach. He really was like a fucking animal—he wanted to get close to her warmth, feel the softness of her skin, and smell her. All things that calmed him like nothing else, and once again, he found that he was just doing it to remind himself that she was fine.
She was here.
Everything was good.
Her fingers drifted through his hair softly, and he looked up at her then to find she was smiling a bit. “You’re still very dressed, all things considered.”
He laughed.
Yeah, he got it.
She was quick to tug on his hair, then, drawing him up from his knees. She didn’t mind helping him out of his clothes, and once all that fabric was discarded to the floor, she was kissing him again. Her legs were already lifting to wrap around his waist as he backed her into the wall, using it to help him keep her steady as he thrust into her body.
So fucking wet.
Warm.
And tight.
God.
That first thrust took his breath away. The second felt like a punch right to his chest, too. He couldn’t kiss her hard enough. Couldn’t fuck her deep enough. He couldn’t get his hands on all the spots he wanted to touch on her body at once. But fuck him if he didn’t at least try. She was his heroin, and the needle was right in his fucking heart. Every thrust of his body against hers was yet another shot of her drug directly into his bloodstream.
Those marks on her body were replaced with his own.
She bit his lip until he fucking bled.
And damn, that’s