Kraven couldn't take his wild gaze away from her. He watched from a far distance, out of sight, a grin plastered on his lips.
Whatever she was saying was lost to his ears; he only drank in the sight of her like he hadn't had the taste of a unique ale.
Gods! She was beautiful, and his heart swelled with pride as her long braid swayed with every movement, knowing it was his hands that touched those soft strands.
Whenever she placed her palm on the bark table, he would tip his head to get a better look at her asscheeks. 'Mine.'
The sudden urge to nail their eyes shut so that they wouldn't appreciate this sight like he did was greatly tempting.
The seven gods knew he wanted to. He wanted only his eyes on her and no one else if it meant hiding her away from the world, locking her up in the damn room, and bringing her release every single minute, and his cock buried within her.
