Viktoria’s eyes, hazy with lust and need, found his as she bent down for a kiss. It was slow and burning. It had his dick growing harder, until it was almost painful as she sat down in his lap. There was no shame in this woman as she grinded on his cock—her wet pussy gliding in the best way along his length as she moved her hips back and forth.
“Morning,” she whispered against his lips.
Pav grinned, and his hands found her hips to grip tight. “A very good morning.”
“It soon will be.”
He let go of her hip just long enough to reach for the newly opened box of condoms in the bedside stand. Once he had that foil packet in his hands, he passed it over to her. She seemed to like putting the condom on him, or it could be that it gave her a little more control.
He didn’t know.
Or care.
As long as she wanted it, he would give it.
Viktoria’s movements were quick, then. She was fast to put that condom on him, shift higher so she could reach between her thighs, place his cock where she wanted him, and then she was lowering down. Her cunt hugged him tight going down—he swore he could feel her fucking heartbeat thrumming against the walls of her sex as she seated on his cock.
He had the greatest urge to thread his fingers into her hair, pull her down so he could kiss her, and let her ride him crazy. So, he did just that, testing the waters by tangling his fingers into the ends of her hair first, just to see what she might do.
A shift of her hips.
The parting of her lips.
The soft sound that came out of her mouth.
Those eyes of hers …
It all spelled good things to him.
He got her just the way he wanted her—hands tight in her hair, lips bruising against his with a hard kiss, and her body working fast against his to push them both over the edge. His hand slipped around her hip to her ass, and all it took was one of his fingers pushing into her ass to match the pace of her riding him to make her come.
She looked godly like that.
An angel.
High off him and breathless. Spun, her gaze wild, and her swollen lips still wet from sucking on his dick. It got him off just watching her come, and that was shocking to him in a way. Not that he minded. He spilled all too fast into latex, but he held her tight to his dick, getting as deep as he could go when he finally did come.
“Jesus Christ,” he grunted against her lips.
Viktoria laughed lightly. “Told you the morning would get better, but now I feel sticky.”
He didn’t mind that, either.
He loved how wet she got.
That her arousal turned creamy the harder she was fucked, and the more turned on she became. She could coat him in that, and he’d be in fucking heaven.
Like right now.
“Let me get a cloth for you,” he said.
She nodded and rolled off him. He didn’t want to move at all, but especially not when he still felt a little too high from fucking her, but he still got up from the bed. In the attached bathroom, he found a pile of folded wash cloths on the counter, dampened one with warm water, and came back into the bedroom. She let him clean her thighs and sex, giving him a sweet smile all the while.
After discarding the damp cloth to the laundry basket in the bathroom, Pav came back into the room to find Viktoria resting against the headboard. She didn’t attempt to hide her nakedness from him, leaving the soft beige sheet to pool around her waist while she toyed with an item in her hand.
One of his knives.
“What are you doing?” he asked, slightly amused.
She spun the tip of the blade against the pad of her finger. He might have warned her that it was a terribly sharp blade, and took very little pressure to actually slice through the skin, but she looked fine. She seemed like she knew what she was doing. Who was he to tell her to do anything?
“Thinking,” she murmured.
“I’ll get dressed, and you think, yes?”
She gave him a look from the side, but Pav only shrugged. Being naked was only good for him if he was going to be doing something about it. He made quick work of pulling on his jeans and shirt from the night before.
“You wear a lot of black, huh?”
Pav’s head tipped up and he caught that sinfully beautiful woman in his line of vision. She grinned when he cocked his eyebrow at her. She was still playing with that damn knife, and for once, didn’t have that glare of fire or fear in her eyes.
All good things.
“I do, yes,” Pav replied.
“Why?”
“Easier to blend into the shadows, hmm? Blood is less noticeable. Many reasons.”
Viktoria nodded and put her attention back on his knife. He wasn’t even sure when she had gone to get one of the three blades that she’d taken from him the night before. Maybe when he was sleeping, who was he to say? Usually, a simple noise would wake him up out of a dead sleep, but he had slept hard last night.
“I thought for sure I was going to have nightmares last night,” Viktoria said, more to herself than him. Still, Pav looked her way as he slipped on his socks and shoes, waiting for her to say more if she wanted to. “I was so sure of it that I was going to drink myself to sleep to prevent it from happening. And then you showed up.”
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