She did scream.
The foreign feeling of his fingers was unexplainable. Whatever he just did caused a whirlpool of sensations so hard, that it nearly knocked the air out of her.
Her chest heaved, shuddering, accompanied by a gratifying sensation that tightened her waist and flowed down to her core. It came alive like a flare of flame, burning for an intensity.
Kraven plunged his fingers more until he was buried deep within her. He growled at the pressure of her walls clasping around them. So tight and welcoming.
This unleashed a desire within him that desperately needed to be sated. His mind went blank with nothing more but the warmth wrapped around his fingers.
"You're going to have to be louder than that, love," he purred. "Scream for me."
He picked up the pace, merciless and unhinged, eager to instill the rage he had felt. The control he had to suffer the moment she walked through those doors, taking the gaze of every single soul in that hall.
Souls he wanted to reap.
