Kraven found a desired pace, unleashing the terror away from her head, skin, and bones. Blending her into his essence, eager to erase the feeling of a scar set upon the depths of her mind.
He opened a new scar. Molded by him. This would be a day she would never dare to forget, not because it held her darkest memories, but because he constructed a new one she would never flee from.
With every breath, every walk, every twinkle in her thoughts... she would know... the only darkness that sank into the depths of her existence was his.
Isadora rode through the helm of pleasure, using his shoulders as aid, taking what her body desired.
What her mind needed to heal.
She believed the zeal of embrace and gentle words could take over the pain... but Kraven showed her ways she never thought existed.
How his entire being could wrench and assemble every part of her and leave her in utter wreckage.
There was no solace... only his roughness.
There was no sweetness... only his passion.
