Page 119 of Essence of Fear

He was her monster.

Just not one that hurt her.

Pav dragged Viktoria as close as he could get her, his body pinning hers to the wall when he backed her into it, and then he kissed her. A bruising kiss, but she didn’t shy away from the force or the desperation behind it. If anything, she answered him back just as hard. Her tongue found his, and warred.

A battle he loved.

He needed that.

Needed her.

Viktoria didn’t shy away from the harshness of his hands driving over her body. Her sexy little moans when he yanked the clothes away from her body to get her naked as 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.