10:15 PM — 2 hours in,
He had opened it forty-five minutes ago with the same warm, unhurried motion he used for everything — a simple push, the latch releasing, the corridor beyond the threshold receiving the full, unfiltered acoustic output of the decorated bridal suite — and had returned to what he was doing without acknowledging the decision.
The shehnai downstairs had reached volume thirty-one.
Preet did not know this.
Preet was on all fours on the ruined wedding bed with flower petals pressed into her palms and her hair in her face and the full, generous, almond-brown width of her body receiving everything her body had been waiting eighteen months to receive, and the part of her brain that had been managing things had quietly packed its belongings and left approximately twenty minutes ago.
PHAAACKK!
"AAANGHH~!! RAVEN — MY PUSSY — I CAN'T — IT'S TOO—"
"Too what."
PAH! PAH! PAAAH!
"TOO FULL— HAAA— RAVEN— WHY— HNGH—"
Her hips.
Pressing back.
