“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 what he wanted.
All of it.
“Please, please,” Viktoria mumbled into his throat. “Almost …”
He didn’t let her come like she wanted. Not then, anyway. Instead, he dragged her away from the wall, backed up until they were at the arm of the couch, and set her back down. Pulling away from her body just far enough that he could flip her over, he was thrusting back inside her cunt before he could even think.
It was heaven.
All around him.
“Fuck, yeah,” Viktoria mumbled into the couch. “Harder.”
He gave her exactly what she wanted, fingers winding into her hair to yank her head back while his other clamped down on her hip. He pulled her back into every brutal thrust, loving the way her pussy clamped down around him, tighter with every beat of his hips against her ass.
Her cries were loud.
The whole hallway knew his name now.
“Give it to me,” he demanded.
She did.
Beautifully.
She was still trembling and panting his name into the couch, the orgasm slipping through her body, as his started to build. It came on fast, tightening his spine and balls, heat shooting up through his gut into his chest.
So fucking intense.
He held her tight to his cock, as deep as he could get, and emptied into her. The long, satisfied sigh she released echoed in the quiet room, but all Pav could do was stare down at his cock and where it was still filling her up. He pulled out just to watch their mingled fluids slip from her slit, falling over the head of his cock before he smeared it between her thighs.
It was primal, that need.
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