The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 112: His Wicked Desire

Chapter 112: His Wicked Desire

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.

He added another digit, thrusting into her without giving her a moment to breathe, to pause or adjust.

Her screams echoed throughout the corridors, raspy moans followed that almost split his head into two. They were the finest tunes he had ever heard, and he needed more.

He wanted her to shatter, under his gaze, and command. He wanted to take every last sound she could produce until they reduced to whimpers, gags... and then silence.

He wanted more.

And so he did, thrusting more, taking more, fingers popping in and out rapidly until it mingled with the air.

Isadora couldn’t keep up, her body experiencing a hurricane of sensations all at once, heavier than anything she had ever felt. The weight of it crushed her to the point of utter wonder.

It was too much.

So much that something ignited her core, eager to be released, to flow through and reach that... pinnacle.

But he pulled his fingers out before she could reach, leaving her gasping and shaking. Her features were a distraught of confusion and anger.

A devilish grin spread Kraven’s lips as he deliberately brought his coated fingers to his mouth, his tongue licking through it, while he held her gaze.

’Oh, Alda!’ She thought, captivated.

"Beg."

His command caused her pulse to race. He wanted her to beg? For what?

Isadora struggled to break away from the binds but it was torturous to maintain her movement, the pain around her wrist becoming unbearable.

He watched, amused and enthralled. His little bunny was trying to escape, the thought of it almost forced a laugh out of him.

"It seems like I haven’t made myself clear."

His touch returned, his fingers sliding into her with ease. Her body came alive and a breathless moan filled her throat.

His touch wasn’t rough this time, it was slow and deliberate, with an intent to take something.

He teased, pushing her to the edge before withdrawing once again. Repeating his actions of licking his fingers while she shook under his gaze.

"Beg," he growled, the sound vibrating through his chest like a beast. She would not like him if he had to repeat himself.

Isadora nearly choked on a sob, her body needed something. What was it? Rubbing her knees together would not give her body what it desired.

Kraven had it within his grasp and he knew it.

She hated him. Hated how he toyed with her, he wanted her body to yield, he wanted her to break. And the worst part of it all? She wanted to, she wanted to beg for the unknown.

When had she become so shameless?

A thick moan broke from her throat when he thrust his fingers again, he didn’t go slow this time he was more rough, frustrated by her attitude as he wrecked her body beyond more than she could handle.

Her lips parted in a silent scream, tears welling in her eyes as the back of her head struck the wall.

But he retreated his fingers, again.

Isadora’s body trembled beyond control, her pride wavering, the ache becoming unbearable.

Silence filled through the air, her sobs and ragged breath echoing through.

Turning away in shame, a sound escaped her, barely a whisper. "Please."

Kraven chuckled deeply, taking her chin and forcing her eyes back on him, hot tears streamed down her cheeks as she glared at the cruel man.

"Louder."

Her teeth clenched when he thrust his fingers into her again faster, harder.

Panic filled her mind knowing he would stop again, and this time she might die from it.

"Please!" She rasped, voice cracking.

Pleasure struck through like lightning, violent and breathless. For a moment, her heartbeat stopped when his fingers curled within her, dragging out what her body desperately needed. What she begged for.

Kraven’s tongue ran from the top of her bosom, licking through the sweat up her neck, he lingered there... biting down until her skin broke.

Isadora shattered against him, unraveling in his hands, her body quivering as the explosion shook through, her waist arching and burying his thrusting fingers more.

Her eyes closed as utter bliss washed upon her, time paused, almost everlasting, and then it welcomed her back as her unstable breathing filled her ears.

Kraven licked through the trail of her blood from his bite, giving a swift clean to the skin, sucking on the sore area, hard.

Isadora’s body quaked, her waist thrusting into his stilled fingers and when he twisted them, another shattering ecstasy broke through her.

Kraven retreated from her body that instant, watching it quivering beyond control, and drank the waves of sensation. The back of her head struck the wall, lips parted as her sounds erased, just like he wanted.

And in the name of the seven gods she was the most intoxicating thing he’d ever laid his eyes on. The moonlight caused a glow to her porcelain skin, covered in sweat, her heaving chest, and her shuddering frame.

He wanted to freeze this image forever, but even a painter can’t capture this. He would cut their hands off if they so much as hold a brush to do so.

Kraven stepped closer, gripping the back of her head to keep her eyes on him, they were dazed, still recovering from the storm whirling her body.

"Your body yielded for me." He leaned until their lips almost touched. "Don’t forget that."

He vanished in a trail of dark weaves, and she was freed.

Isadora held onto the wall for support, her legs unsteady, the muscles around her thighs sore, and a pulsing sensation to her core.

Reality slipped in, the desire she felt just moments ago was replaced with conflicting emotions that attempted to drown her.

What happened?

That question bled into her head and stormed her aching body, her nails digging into the wall, but she could not feel the pain.

He had taken what he wanted, he made it hurt and he made her scream, just like he wanted.

And he just left.

The silence clawed at her, she was a complete ruin, and he left. Again, he left her to pick her pieces back together.

Itwasn’tfair.

The strong wind blew through, causing a shiver to break from her. It was far colder than it was before.

Isadora exhaled sharply, before pushing herself forward, but she gasped when a sensation weakened her waist causing her to moan.

She can’t go back to the ceremony like this.

Isadora swallowed a lump down her aching throat, forcing her quivering legs to move, desperate to get home.

Unbeknownst to her, a raven watched her every move until she was safely at the doors of her residence.

~♧~

When Isadora got home, her limbs ached and her mind burned with the storming thoughts in her head.

She had hoped the walk would ease her thoughts but each step she took was a reminder that haunted the depths of her mind.

Isadora waited for the bath to fill with warm water, even though it took forever to wait, her desperate need for a bath, fueled her patience.

She sighed when she dipped into the warm water, it was meant to relax her, to wash off what happened.

But it didn’t, it only made her feel, and think of him more. His words, his rage, and his unforgiving touch.

She could ease the ache and heal the mark against her body. But she was reluctant to do so.

"Don’t be silly, Isa," she mumbled, forcing her hands to slide down her chest, where her heartbeat pulsed rapidly. They stopped between her legs but lingered there, ignorant to conjure her weaves.

Shedidn’twantto.

Her pulse quickened at her thoughts.

She’d always healed whatever pain or discomfort her entire life. Having it in mind that with just a twirl of her fingers she could take any pain away.

But she didn’t want this to end, because it made her feel alive.

Grabbing the surface for support she forced her body out of the bath.

By the time Isadora crawled into bed, exhaustion took over. She curled herself into a ball, her golden blonde hair fanning out on the pillows.

Her teeth chewed on her nails, cheeks still flushed from the warm bath. Her eyes grew heavy, and a thought drilled her mind as she surrounded herself to the realms of sleep.

She’d still feel him when she woke.

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