The feast still brimmed with life; laughter, talks, and cheers filled every table, and the loud sound of the brilliant musical instruments followed too.
But everything felt distant in Kraven's eyes, unlike before, he could not focus on anything or feel the pleasure of this heartfelt celebration.
He was stuck in his head far more than he wanted, his thoughts bleeding into a memory that consumed his entire mind.
Kraven sat at the head of the table, elbow braced against the armest, his fingers moving to rest lightly over his lips.
Her scent still clung to them, so consuming and mouthwatering. His pupils dilated, the constriction in his leather pants became harder to endure. His teeth clenched as his mind travelled to what transpired.
The ghostly feel of her breathless gasps, her whimpers, her screams. The sight of her tied up against the wall like an offering for him, succumbing to the realms of sensation he had bestowed upon her body.
