Kraven couldn't resist, his body worked before his mind did and that was rare, he emanated his ways using his brain to the fullest to exert control when he needed to.
Everything about him was first led by that organ and now what drove him was an inexplicable reaction.
The adrenaline coursing through him—stirring the shadows within—at the idea of someone else tainting her.
She claimed she knew everything, maybe Dashwell offered her up to males for more money. The fragment of such thought hassled him to the core and fueled his murderous mind.
Her breath grew raspy as his moist tongue licked through the mark etched on her skin—colored and bruised. He desired it would remain there to remind him of what he was truly capable of, to remind her too that he wasn't a hero.
"For someone experienced, you're quiet" he murmured against her skin, eyeing as her chest grew and fell laboriously and her soft pants clouded his ears,
